Page 131 of Cuffed By Love

“Peach, what’s up with you?”

I sigh, staring at myself in the full-length mirror. It’s been a week since Devin left to go back to Singapore, and I’ve been miserable every second since. I force a smile on my face and pretend I’m fine, but the truth is, I’m not. I miss him. I miss his presence in my life. I miss his touch, his kiss, his smell. We haven’t talked about what our separation meant, but he still calls me to check how I’m doing. I’ve been overly emotional lately since everything that happened with Scott. I burst into tears all hours of the day. I’m mostly healed physically; emotionally, not so much, but I’m getting there. I’ve had a couple of sessions with my mother, which has helped.

“I’m fine, Wy; I just don’t feel like going out. So you guys go ahead without me.” I state, turning to face him. Wyatt walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. I sink into his warmth and close my eyes. “You miss him, don’t you?” I nod wordlessly.

“He’s not going to be back for months. Megan’s a real nightmare about the whole thing, and it’s just dragging.” I explain miserably.

“Why don’t you take a week and go see him? It will do you some good to get away for a bit, and maybe he can rail you until you can’t walk straight, and when you come back, you’ll be a lot more pleasant to be around.” I chuckle and pull my head back to look up at him with a pout.

“It’s a thirteen-hour flight,” I whine.

“He has a private jet.” Wyatt mimics my tone, and I laugh. “Take a couple of your erotic books—that you insist you don’t read—with you, so you’re good and randy when you land.” I slap his arm, and he cackles.

“Stop going through my stuff!”

“Someone needs to replace BoB’s batteries. You’re welcome, by the way. Do you ever wonder why it never dies on you? You can thank your dildo fairy.” He explains, pointing to himself cockily. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be trying to get off with the dead vibration on that thing. Speaking of which, we need to up your toy selection because, sweetie, yours is just pathetic.”

I gape at him affronted, and he boops my nose. “Eh, hello, boundaries?”

Wyatt snorts, “Oh peach, we passed that stage years ago when you got drunk and tried to convince me I was straight so you can have your wayward way with me.”

I laugh at the memory, “Ahh yes, I’m still not convinced you’re not a little bit straight. I feel your erection poking into my arse when we share a bed.” I quip, narrowing my eyes at him in scrutiny, and he grins broadly.

“Honey, just because I’m gay, it doesn’t mean I don’t get morning wood. It’s a guy thing, not a straight thing,” Wyatt explains with a playful huff. “So where are we on the stance of you jetting off to see your man muffin?”

I scowl up at him, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Wyatt’s eyes grow wide, and he gasps audibly, feigning shock. “Peach! Would I ever?” I raise a brow, and he sighs. “Okay fine, maybe a little bit.”

I cross my arms over my chest and glower at him. “Explain.”

“I’m seeing these two guys, and I might be having a threesome.”

It was my turn to gasp. “Shut up!” Wyatt nods, looking rather pleased with himself. “Talk about a sausage fest. Can I watch? Pleeeeease!” I press my hands together and make my eyes all big and innocent like puss in boots. “You won’t even know I’m there…except maybe the slight buzzing coming from BoB and my occasional moans.”

Wyatt throws his head back and laughs with gusto. “Do you want to re-route and talk about the boundaries you were demanding a moment ago?”

I sulk. “Would it kill you to let me live vicariously through you?”

Wyatt cocks his head to the side and smiles adorably. “I’m not a piece of meat.”

“You’re a gorgeous piece of meat.” I smile sultrily, and he chuckles.

“Behave and stop trying to seduce me, you little minx.” He grabs my face and presses a firm kiss on my lips before he walks off. “You can use that to tickle your fanny. Byeeeee.” He wags his fingers at me as he walks out of my room. I am so jealous of the guys that get to have him. Why are the best ones always gay?

I fall back on my bed and reach for my phone. Maybe I should go and see Devin? It would definitely be worth the thirteen-hour flight. I call him on FaceTime, and he answers after a couple of rings. “Hi.”

Devin smiles, “Hey you.”

I roll onto my stomach and rest my chin in my hand. “Did I wake you?” I ask when I notice the dim lighting, and he’s in bed.

He chuckles gruffly, “No. I wasn’t…sleeping.” He says, putting a little extra emphasis on sleeping.

My lips part, and my stomach starts to flutter. “Oh? What were you doing?”

Devin licks his lips and draws it between his teeth before speaking in a low, sexy tone. “I was thinking about a certain five-foot-five brunette with the most beautiful amber eyes and the tightest, wettest pussy I have ever had the pleasure of playing with and stroking my hard, throbbing cock that’s just aching to be inside her.” I gulp. Holy guacamole!

“You’re going to have to show me now. I want to see how hard this girl makes you.” I reply with a teasing smile, and Devin flips his camera so I could see his hard member grasped in his hand. “Closer.” Devin moves it closer. “No, no, keep stroking.” A heat rushes between my legs, and I get a serious case of fanny flutters. The pre-cum oozing from his slit makes me want to dart out my tongue and lick my screen.

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