Page 100 of Cuffed By Your Love
That night, I sat with her on the couch, her legs draped over mine, her hand on my chest like she needed to feel proof that I was still there.
She fell asleep with tears drying on her cheeks and my name on her breath.
And I knew in that moment, I’d never let her go, not in this life, not in the next, not in any world where my soul could still reach for hers.
I pulled into the driveway, ribs still aching but mind running faster than the engine. By the time I knocked, she was already opening the door, barefoot in shorts and one of those soft tees that looked better on her than any dress.
She just stared at me for a second, eyes searching, and then she pulled me in like she couldn’t stand the space between us. My ribs groaned, but I didn’t give a damn.
“I’m fine, gorgeous,” I murmured against her hair. “Promise.”
She leaned back enough to study my face, lips pursed. “You don’t look fine. You look tired.”
“Maybe.” I exhaled, heavy. “I’ve been thinking about seeing somebody. You know—professional. Talking it out.”
Her brows arched, surprised. “You? Mr. Detective Fine Shyt actually talking to a therapist?”
“Yeah.” I nodded seriously. “Abrams did his eval thing, but that’s paperwork. I need real. Somebody who ain’t clock-watching with a pen in hand. Chambers’s cousin, Dr. Scott? She’s in Houston. She helped my cousin Jacory’s wife, Shaniya, a great deal. She’s just now taking new clients.”
She blinked, a little stunned. “You’d go?”
“I’d go,” I said firmly. Then I brushed a thumb across her cheek. “But I want you to go too, baby. You deserve more than patching yourself up in mirrors and journals. I’ll even drive you to the first session.”
Her laugh was small, shaky. “Baby, you’re supposed to be resting. You can’t drive me anywhere with busted ribs. Spend that time with EJ. I’ll go. I promise. I’ll schedule it myself.”
My chest tightened. “I just… I don’t want you pushing me away one day, resenting me, being afraid of me ’cause of what happened, or blaming me.”
Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. “Don’t you ever say no stupid shit like that again, Elias Jamal Edmonds. Ever.”
That fire… God, it lit something in me. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. “Damn. This feels vaguely fucking familiar.”
“Good.” She grabbed my shirt, tugged me down into a kiss so fiercely it stole my breath. And when she pulled back, her voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Now let me show you how stupid that sounded.”
She had me laid out on that couch like I was the case, and she was the detective ready to break me open.
Her lips wrapped around me again, deeper this time, and the sound? Sloppy, wet, like she didn’t care if the whole block heard. Spit dripped down her chin, slicking me up, her throat swallowing me down like she was trying to prove a point.
“Fuuuck, Jonay.” I growled, my hand gripping her curls. “You taking me like you hungry.”
She pulled back just enough, spit glistening between us, her lips swollen, eyes wicked. “Who said I wasn’t?” Then she spat right on me, stroked it in, and swallowed me down again, gagging on purpose, making a mess out of both of us.
My thighs damn near jumped off the couch. “Shit! Baby girl, you gon’ make me lose my badge with this disrespectful mouth.”
She hummed around me, vibrations damn near making my vision blur. Then she looked up, eyes gleaming, cheeks wet, and mumbled with her mouth full, “Say you mine.”
My hips jerked, ribs screaming, but I didn’t give a damn. “I’m yours, gorgeous. All fucking yours.”
She moaned low, sucking harder, faster, sloppy and loud, her nails digging into my thighs to hold me down every time I twitched. I couldn’t hold it. My body betrayed me, grinding into her mouth like I needed salvation.
“Fuck, look at you.” I groaned, staring down at her. “Messy as hell, pretty as fuck. That mouth was built to ruin me.”
She pulled off, spit and slick running down her chin, and grinned devilishly. “Good. I wanna ruin you.” Then she went right back down, wetter, nastier, twisting her hand with her mouth so fast my whole body shook.
My groans got ugly. Raw. I sounded like a man dying in the best way. “Shit, Jonay… I’m close, baby…”
She didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Just sucked harder, slurped louder, her tongue dragging fire out of me until I exploded with a shout that rattled the damn windows.
She swallowed it all, licking her lips slowly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand like she was proud of the damage. Then she straddled me, pressing her slick lips to my ear.
