Cuff Me, Baby

  FF Christmas Romance

  Cuffed in Love

  Book 3

  West Greene

  Copyright ©November 2022 by West Greene

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  For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

  Books in the Series

  Ticket to Love

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  Officer Kink

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  Cuff Me, Baby

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by West Greene

  About the Author

  1

  Mavis

  I groaned as I dropped my phone to my lap, leaning my head back on my couch to stare up at the ceiling above me. It was Christmas Eve, and I was stuck by myself. Instead of flying home to see my parents, I was all by my lonesome. I didn’t even have fucking pie to get me through this holiday because I didn’t think I’d be home. And when I went to the store, low and behold, no pies were left.

  An unexpected amount of snowfall had come in last night, making it near impossible for planes to safely leave and take off. So, of course, my flight got canceled.

  Yay me.

  My phone vibrated on my lap, and with a disgruntled sigh, I lifted it above my face to look at the screen, almost dropping it on my face in the process. I snorted at myself. I was clumsy as fuck most days.

  Heard your flight got canceled. -Teagan

  Teagan was my best friend, and just like me, she was a lesbian. But we’d never crossed that boundary. One, I didn’t want to lose our amazing friendship if something went wrong, and two, Teagan was into some things I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to handle, even if my interest was piqued.

  Teagan liked control—especially in the bedroom. And while I didn’t mind giving over control—loved to, actually—the kind of things she did were a bit out of my comfort zone.

  She liked edging, tying her women up, spankings…

  Even while my clit throbbed at the thought, it freaked me out a little, too.

  Fucking snow. -Mavis

  I set my phone aside and walked into my kitchen to see what my wine selection looked like. Teagan could have spent the holiday with me, but she was working. Being a cop had her work slightly insane hours, and working a late shift on Christmas Eve was one of those insane shifts. I understood that law enforcement had to work no matter what day of the year it was, but it still royally sucked.

  But Teagan lived for the thrill of her job. I knew she’d never choose to be anything else. In fact, I was pretty sure the idea of her working my job—a librarian—made her skin crawl.

  We were polar opposites, really. But we somehow molded well together. When we hung out but didn’t feel like doing anything, she would play video games, and I’d read a book.

  Smiling when I saw I actually had my favorite bottle of wine, I popped the cork off and took it to the couch. Who the fuck needed a glass when you were planning on drinking the entire bottle?

  Merry Christmas to me.

  I tilted the bottle to my lips.

  2

  Teagan

  Normally, I loved my job. But Christmas Eve shifts were always dead. Hence why I was just playing games on my phone, cursing loudly when the man I’d been shooting at wouldn’t fucking die. Sometimes, I swore these games were fucking rigged. And don’t get me started on the other damn shitty players.

  My phone pinged with a message from Mavis. But figuring she was just feeling lonely, I waited until my match was over to see what she wanted. She knew me well enough to know that I wouldn’t respond immediately if I was in the middle of a match. If it was an emergency, she knew to call me instead of text.

  Sighing when my team lost, I exited the game and clicked on her message at the top of the screen. I choked on spit. I was not expecting this shit.

  My eyes widened as I stared at my screen, blinking a couple of times to make sure I was seeing things correctly. Oh, the picture was of Mavis, alright. And she clearly had to be just about drunk to ever send me something like this.

  She was wearing a sexy ass set of lingerie. It was red velvet with white faux fur lining the edges. She had lit up Christmas lights draped over her perfect tits, hiding her puckered nipples from my view. Her cheeks were rosy, and I caught a glimpse of a half-empty wine bottle on the table behind her.

  Fuck me.

  I’d wanted Mavis for as long as I could remember. She was fun, quirky, and definitely unique. The woman had a style all her own, and she was so fucking adorable sometimes, it was all I could do not to wrap her up in my arms and guard her sweet soul from the terrible world we lived in.

  But I knew she valued our friendship too much. Thing was though, if this woman ever let me get that close to her, I’d cherish her forever. Not a damn thing would be ripping us apart.

  You trying to start something? -Teagan

  I felt like I was waiting on bated breath while she typed out a response. Finally, her message came through.

  I’m lonely, and I want company. What time do you get off? -Mavis

  My response was immediate. My pussy was throbbing. My nipples were aching. I wanted her so fucking badly. I wasn’t sure if she knew what the hell she’d just started, but I was damn well going to show her.

  She’d just thrown herself right into a sensual trap, and I planned to ruin her for any other woman.

  2. What kind of company are you wanting, Mavis? Because I’m not in the mood for friendly company. I want to do things to you that should be fucking illegal. -Teagan

  I dropped my phone to my lap and scrubbed my hands down my face. What the fuck was I doing here? I was running the risk of destroying everything we already had together. But it was too late to turn back now. I’d sent that message. This would always be between us, no matter what happened tonight.

  I just hoped it didn’t destroy our friendship. But, in my defense, she did start it—not me.

  My phone pinged in my lap again. I glanced down at it and groaned. She was trying to fucking kill me.

  She’d slid down her lingerie top, revealing pretty, perfect nipples lightened by the Christmas lights on her chest. She was aiming a sultry look at the camera, her blonde hair messy around her head.

  I wanted to grab that hair and devour her.

  Good thing I don’t want friendly company, Teagan. I want you. -Mavis

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  She was killing me—a slow, painful death. And like hell if I wasn’t going to enjoy every moment of this.

  No turning back now, baby. I’ll see you in a few hours. Make sure every toy you’ve got is laid out on that coffee table for me. -Teagan

  With that, I tossed my phone into the passenger seat and focused on calming my heart rate. But that was damn near impossible when the image of Mavis in that sexy ass lingerie kept popping into my head.

  God fucking dammit. I was so, so fucked.

  The royally kind of fucked.

  I could see the glow of lights through the windows of Mavis’s house when I pulled up to the curb a little after two in the morning. I had been exhausted when I’d started the drive over here, but now that I was so close to finally having what I wanted, I was wide awake, every sensitive part of my body throbbing in anticipation.

  I stepped out of my car, being careful of ice patches as I made my way up the walkway to her front steps. Using the key she’d given me years ago, I let myself into her house. The smell of coffee reached my nostrils, and I had to bite back a grin.

  She was trying to sober up. Good thing, too. I wouldn’t touch her, even if she was only the slightest bit tipsy.

  After toeing off my boots in the foyer, I made my way into her living room. She was still in the lingerie set, her toys laid out on the table as I’d ordered. She was nursing a cup of coffee, and when she looked up at me, I could see the nerves in her eyes.

  If I didn’t take control of this situation, she was going to run. And I wasn’t letting that happen.

  Now that we were at this level, I didn’t want her to run. Couldn’t risk it. I had her right where I wanted her. I just needed to convince her this was the best place for her.

  I’d never wanted, cared, or loved someone as much as I did her. Mavis was my entire world—had been for years.

  Reaching forward, I gently took the coffee cup from her hand. After I set it down, I pulled her to her feet. “Breathe,” I said softly. When she sucked in a ragged breath, I covered her sweet lips with mine, sliding my tongue along hers. She moaned and tilted her head, letting me devour more of her as I slid my palms along her warm body. She shivered when my cold fingers made contact with her skin, but she didn’t break away from me.

  We’d been dancing around this for way too long.

  I unhooked her top and let it drop to the floor. Then, I hooked my thumbs in her panties, kneeling down to the floor as I lowered them down over her thick thighs. She was already wet, her panties drenched. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal sweetening the air. She trembled, h er heavy-lidded gaze locked on me.

  I’d fuck her later. But for now, we both needed sleep, and I wanted to get her off before we crashed.

  I grabbed a purple vibrator and turned it on, grinning as it began vibrating in my hands. She whimpered as I trailed it over her nipples, slowly dragging it down her body. “Couch,” I ordered. Then, I popped the vibrator in my mouth, slicking it up all while watching as she got on the couch.

  “Spread your legs,” I huskily commanded as I moved toward her. As soon as her legs were spread, her pretty pussy on display for me, I moved between her thighs. Then, with my mouth on her sweet cunt, I used the vibrator to stimulate her clit, drinking up everything she was willing to give me.

  And fuck, this sweet woman was willing to give me a lot.

  I made her come four times before I turned it off. Then, I worked on cleaning her up, making sure I drank up every bit of sweet juice she was willing to give me.

  “Fucking hell,” she whimpered as I moved up her body, still fully clothed. She looked up at me through tired, slightly dazed eyes. I softly kissed her—no tongue—until her breathing regulated, her heart rate slowed, and she was somewhat functioning normally again.

  “What happens now, Teagan?”

  I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself. She licked her lips when I pulled back, humming low in her throat. “Now, baby, we take our asses to bed and crash for the next few hours before I wake you up for some proper fucking.”

  She giggled, the sound warming my heart just like it always did. “So, we’re okay?” she asked.

  I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “We’re always going to be okay, baby.”

  I’d never let us be anything but.

  3

  Mavis

  I whined low in my throat, spreading my legs further apart as something vibrated over my clit. I arched my back, a gasp ripping from my lips.

  My eyes flew open. Teagan smirked up at me from between my thighs. “Merry Christmas, baby.” Then, she buried her face between my legs and proceeded to fuck me with her tongue as she used my favorite purple vibrator on my clit. The vibrations thrummed up and down, increasing and decreasing in speed and intensity, driving me nuts. I hated this setting, but Teagan had a thing with edging. And this fucking setting?

  It kept me teetering, never giving me what I wanted.

  “Teagan,” I whimpered. “I need to cum. Please let me cum,” I begged her.

  “Not yet,” she mumbled from between my thighs.

  I slammed my fists against the bed as my pussy throbbed, right about to come, and then that fucking vibrator changed speed.

  And suddenly, I understood why Teagan kept me teetering, never letting me fall over that blissful edge.

  She grabbed my double-ended dildo and slid it inside of me. I gasped at the fullness, and then she penetrated herself with the other end. “Now, you can come,” she told me with a smirk.

  We began fucking ourselves on it, going crazy with need. I couldn’t fucking get enough, and feeling her ass smack against my body with every thrust drove me crazy.

  I screamed her name as I came, my back arching. She came right after me, like she’d been holding herself back. Then, she tossed the dildo aside and moved over my body, softly kissing me as we waited for our bodies to cool down and our heart rates to slow.

  She felt so amazing on me, her skin against mine. Her body was a bit tighter than mine, hard with toned muscles where mine was soft. And her ass was firm in my hands when I gripped it to give it a gentle squeeze.

  “I love you,” Teagan whispered. She leaned up on one elbow, her other hand cupping my cheek. “And not as a friend, Mavis.” My heart clenched in my chest. Her eyes were soft and filled with warmth for me. My heart started racing again. This couldn’t be real, could it? “I’ve been in love with you for years. I just always wanted to respect the boundaries you had between us.”

  Tears blurred my vision. “If I’d known you felt the same way—” I whispered. I’d been in love with her for years.

  “God,” she muttered, leaning down to kiss me. “We lost so much time we could’ve had together.” She kissed me again, her tongue tangling with mine for a minute. I moaned as the flavor of my essence exploded on my tongue. “Never letting you go now, Mavis. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

  I grinned up at her. If she thought that was supposed to scare me, she was dead wrong. “Promise?”

  She snickered and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Promise.”

  4

  Teagan

  Despite the new beginning Mavis and I were embarking on starting today, I could tell that she was feeling down about not getting to see her parents. She and her family were extremely close, and it had upset her tremendously when they’d decided to move to Florida two years ago, right after she’d bought her house here.

  Me? I didn’t have family to worry about. When I came out as a lesbian in college, they disowned me. They finished paying for that semester I’d been in, but after that, I had to pull out student loans and work. Had it hurt? Fuck yeah, it had. But I also knew I didn’t need that kind of toxicity in my life, and I’d moved on. It did help though that Mavis’s family had been there for me, welcoming me in with open arms.

  I was pretty sure they were secretly hoping we’d end up together. I couldn’t wait to hear what they said later when they called to wish Mavis a Merry Christmas.

  “Want to take a walk around the neighborhood and look at the lights?” I asked Mavis as I walked my fingers up her bare stomach. I wanted to distract her. I hated her looking so miserable. She was the kind of woman that went all out for the holidays, and she had never spent a Christmas without her family. “Maybe we can even find a restaurant open and eat out. My treat.”

  She looked over at me with side eyes. “Do you think they’ll have pie?”

  I smiled softly at her, reaching up to trail my fingers over her cheek. “I’m sure they’ll have pie, baby.”

  She nodded and sat up, her messy, blonde hair falling down her back. “Let me get a shower and we can go.”

  “Got anything I can wear?” I asked her as I watched her juicy ass walk toward her ensuite bathroom. It bounced perfectly with every step she took. I couldn’t keep my eyes off this woman. That was impossible.

  “Might only be sweatpants,” she warned me as she stepped into her bathroom. Made sense since she was smaller than I was. My thighs were more muscular than hers, making them a bit bigger, and her skin-tight jeans wouldn’t fit, not that I wore skin-tight jeans anyway. I liked my clothes to be baggier.

  I shrugged and slid off the bed. Sweats would work. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone—no one but her, anyway. And I could easily do that. Apparently, I’d been impressing her for years and both of us had been too scared to say anything.

  After grabbing a pair of her sweats and one of her t-shirts, I headed into her bathroom. I’d go without underwear. Besides, it was good to let the lady parts breathe for a while.

  Water was running in rivulets down Mavis’s curvy body, and my hands itched to slide over her glistening skin. Biting back a moan, I stepped into the shower and instantly drew her into my arms, sliding my mouth over hers, claiming her with a hot, wet kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her hands coming up to slide over my shoulders.

  In one swift move, I pinned her to the wall, her arms above her head. Her eyes widened. I just smirked at her. Then, without a word, I covered her mouth with mine again, kicked her feet apart, and began to fuck her with my fingers.

  “Teagan, oh God,” she whimpered, already about to fall apart for me. I loved watching her get off, and I loved being the one to make her come even more.

 

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