Page 27 of Cuffed By Love

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Thirty minutes later,we finally make it to my place. Devin and I both open our doors and attempt to get out before falling back into the car. I give him an expectant look, and he shakes his head, his dark brows fusing. “Nope, you’re climbing over this time. I only just got the feeling back in my toes, and I don’t fancy getting my foot stuck again. Come on, move it, Tiny Tinks.” I sigh in exasperation and shift in the seat. I was honestly too tired to argue.

“Get out then.” I urge him, pushing on his shoulder as I start to crawl over. Devin climbs out of the car a little too quickly and almost drags me out with him. “Wait, wait!” I hiss when the metal of the cuffs dig into my wrist. “Are you trying to rip my damn arm out of its socket? Jesus.”

Devin watches me struggle every bit amused while I attempt to shift over the middle panel without my skirt riding up and exposing myself to him. It isn’t my finest moment, I must admit. My skirt is tight, so I can’t spread my legs wide enough to climb over, and bits of the car are digging into places it definitely shouldn’t be. Devin places his hand on the car and leans, smirking at me. “Having fun there, Tinks?”

I close my eyes briefly and look over at him. “You need to turn around. I can’t do this with you watching me and protect my modesty at the same time, so unless you want to get an eyeful, you’re going to have to look away while I get my other leg over.” I explain, and Devin licks his lips smiling.

“I wouldn’t mind an eyeful.” He admits flippantly and chuckles when I glare up at him. “I’m kidding, Tinks.” Devin laughs straightening, so he’s looking over the top of the car. I do my best to crawl over, and just as I get over into the passenger seat, I lose my balance, and before I can attempt to catch myself, I fall out of the car. I shriek and squeeze my eyes shut, mentally preparing myself to hit the floor head first, but I fall into a pair of strong arms instead. I peel my eyes open and stare up at Devin, who catches me. I gasp when he slides his arm under my legs and lifts me into his arms bridal style.

“Still clumsy as ever I see, Tinks.” Dev teases me, smiling handsomely, and I feel my cheeks fill with blood. I clear my throat and swing my legs a little, so he can release me.

“Hard to be graceful when you’ve got one arm and the other is bound to an idiot.” I avert my gaze from his. “But thank you for catching me. You can put me down now.”

Devin gazes at me and frowns, “Well, if that isn’t the rudest form of gratitude I’ve ever heard.” He utters and pretends to drop me, and I yelp.

“Devin!” He laughs out loud when I cling to him in fear of falling straight on my arse. He sets me down on my feet again and rubs his arm when I smack him.

“Hellion,” I mutter grumpily as I snatch up my purse and slam the car door shut somewhat hard. I was about to walk off toward the house when he suddenly tugs his arm back, and I go hurling backwards toward him again. I peer up at him with a scowl, and he stares down into my face. Our eyes lock.

“What did you call me?”

“You heard.”

Devin smirks cockily. “I know you haven’t forgotten just how wicked I can be, Tinks.” I snort in a very unladylike manner and fix him with a scornful glare.

“And I know you haven’t forgotten that I’m not afraid to, nor will I refrain from shoving my foot up your arse if you keep pissing me off.” I retort hastily and blink when he grins at me. Lifting his hand, he squeezes my face affectionately until my lips pucker up.

“Oh, baby, now you’re talking.” Dev burrs, licking his lips, and I shove him back with a roll of my eyes.

“I’m going to kill you, I swear to God.”

Devin grins amused, “Mm, so you keep saying. I look forward to it, Tinks.” I narrow my eyes at him before I turn on my heel and pull him along with me up the driveway toward the house. While I look through my purse for my keys, I’m wholly aware of how close he’s standing behind me. Before I slide the key in the lock, the door is ripped open, startling both Devin and me. I gasp, leaping backwards, my back collides with Devin’s chest.

“Oh, you’re finally home!” Wyatt all but shrieks excitedly. “You need to fill me in on the whole De—holy mama mia. Hellooo…” He drawls when he sees Devin behind me. His chestnut eyes are twinkling while he gives Devin an appreciative once over. “Devin King?” Wy utters his mouth ajar.

“Wyatt James.” Devin greets him with a dimple bearing grin, and I observe my gay best friend swooning right before my very eyes. Wyatt finally turns his stunned gaze to me. “If I’ve ever had any doubt in my mind or questioned my sexuality—it’s now been verified. I am undeniably gay.” He utters to me, and I hear Devin chuckle lowly behind me.

I push Wyatt into the house and walk in with Dev close behind me. “Wy, please, don’t feed his already enormous ego. I’m worried if it inflates much more, it might actually explode.” I jeer sardonically while dropping my purse on the sofa, and Dev playfully nudges my shoulder.

“Are you worried about me, Tinks?” He questions, leaning into my ear, and I push him away with a roll of my eyes. “Pay no mind to her, Wy. She’s always been envious of our chemistry.” Devin drawls with a flirty wink, and Wyatt beams.

I snort.

“Oh, don’t I know it.” Wyatt gushes, fanning himself rather dramatically. Devin’s brows rise to his hairline, and he nods, “Seriously though, it’s good to see you again. Singapore certainly agrees with you.”

Devin nods, appeased, and I smile, watching them hug. “It’s good to see you too. Feels good to be back home.” Wyatt nods in understanding and gives me a concerned look before they pull apart.

“So, Ayla gave me the low down on your little handcuff situation.” Wyatt chuckles, crossing his muscular arms over his strapping chest as he looks between both Dev and me. I kick my shoes off and sigh tiredly. It’s honestly been such a long day I can’t wait to eat something, crack open a bottle of wine and wind down, “Uncle Noah is a fucking genius.”

I scowl at him, “Excuse you, he is absolutely not a genius of any kind. This…” I hold my hand that is cuffed to Dev and point at it furiously, “…is stupid and unnecessary; we’re both adults, for God sake and look at us. I’m not even going to get into the hell we’ve been through all damn day.”

“Speak for yourself. I’ve had a blast, Tinks.” Devin states with a grin and wink at Wyatt, who chuckles when I glower at him.

“Oh, I bet you have. Watching you take a dump that damn near killed me and had me chucking my guts up was the highlight of my bloody day.” I grumble, tugging on the handcuffs so we can move toward the stairs, but Devin yanks me back.

“Tinks, don’t be melodramatic.” I glare up at him, and he smirks back at me, licking his full lips. “Besides, you’ve only got yourself to blame for this. If you had just talked to me instead of being so hostile and running away, we wouldn’t have been bickering and fighting—therefore, no cuffs would have been required.” Devin states matter-of-factly, and I exhale slowly to stop myself before I snap at him. God, he really isn’t letting this shit go. I don’t want to fucking talk. I want to get these stupid cuffs off so I can go about my life before he decided to show up and wreck it. I’ll be damned if I let him get under my skin again. How did he expect me to act around him after he left me without a word two days after we slept together? I was fucking devastated.

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