by Harley Wylde
Cuffs & Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)
Harley Wylde
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Table of Contents
Cuffs & Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
Harley Wylde
Cuffs & Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)
Harley Wylde
Ty: It was no secret I was a manwhore and enjoyed my fair share of women. More than one woman had tried to pin me down over the years, but no way was the noose of matrimony slipping around my neck. I was a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy, and I liked my life just the way it was. Badge bunnies fell into my bed in droves, even the ones who liked to play innocent, but there was one type of woman I’d always avoided -- virgins. Which makes things a little awkward when hot little Josie Wright, the reverend’s daughter, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. Just one look at those slender legs and perky tits and all I can think about is being balls deep inside of her, but good girls like Josie don’t hang out with bad boys like me.
Josie: I’ve always had the perfect life -- loving parents and a stable home life. Until now. When my father told me I was to marry Reverend Falks, a man thirty years my senior, in exchange for our church getting a new roof, I was sure he had to be kidding, but the good reverend has told me in no uncertain terms that he plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant, along with some other details that make my stomach queasy. I’ll do anything to avoid my fate, even if it means falling into Officer Ty Daniels’ bed. Except once I’m there, I don’t want to leave. He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before, and for the first time in my life I’m realizing that maybe it’s good to be a little bad.
Chapter One
Ty
Holy fuck! It had obviously been too long since I’d gotten laid if little Josie Wright had my dick standing at attention. She couldn’t be more than twenty, and her prim and proper attire always made her look even younger. At least, that was normally the case, but it seemed the reverend’s daughter was taking a walk on the wild side in her short shorts and barely-there halter top. How the hell had she escaped her parents’ house looking like that?
She normally looked more like a boy than a woman, but fuck if those shorts didn’t hug slender curves. The shirt was molded to her, showing off breasts that looked perky even if they were on the small side. I’d always been into stacked women, but for some reason those understated curves of hers were making me harder than hell.
I needed to avert my eyes and get my monster cock under control. Walking around town with my dick tenting my uniform trousers was probably not a good idea. I was pretty sure if anyone knew it was Josie who’d given me wood, I’d be run out of town by the end of the day. Hell, I had to be a dozen years her senior, but fuck if my dick cared right now. Had she really been hiding that body all this time? I glanced her way again and saw her talking to some of the boys from the local college. She was better off with someone closer to her age, even if I did want to bend her over the hood of that little VW Beetle she tooled around in every day. That ivory skin of hers would look hot against the cherry red paint.
She laughed at something they said and the sound carried on the breeze. It reminded me of damn fairies, it was so light. My cock jerked against my zipper, and I discreetly adjusted myself. If I didn’t get the hell back into my cruiser and away from Josie, I was going to end up embarrassing myself. Hell, I was already embarrassed that a slip of a woman had me harder than I’d ever been before. And knowing that prim and proper Josie was more than likely a virgin just made matters worse. I’d always steered clear of innocent women, but I would have loved to corrupt her. An image of her bound to my bed flashed in my mind, and I groaned as I reached for my cock again.
I was just about to slide into my vehicle when the tone of her voice changed. Her harsh, urgent tones had me turning her way again. One of the guys had her hands shackled behind her in his massive grip while the other leaned into her space. When I saw him fondle her breasts and her struggle to break free, I found myself slamming the car door and charging down the street. His lips were on her neck as his hands pawed at her, and without thought I reached out and grabbed him by the back of his neck, slamming him facedown onto the back of her Beetle.
“I believe Miss Wright said no.”
“What the fuck, man?” the dickhead whined. “We were just having some fun.”
“I suggest you have fun somewhere else, because if I catch you having that kind of fun in my town again I’m hauling your asses to jail for attempted rape. I have no doubt that’s where you intended to take things. Maybe not here in the middle of the street, but once you’d managed to get her alone. Isn’t that right?”
The second guy held his hands in the air and backed away. “It was just a bit of fun, officer. She’s not worth the trouble.”
The one in my grasp struggled to break free, but I slammed him against the car again. His face was turning almost the same color as her paint job, and I smiled grimly. Josie looked at me with wide eyes as she massaged her wrists. I saw the angry red marks where they’d held her too tight, and it made me want to lash out at the asshole in my grip.
“What do you say, Miss Wright? Are you pressing charges? I doubt I could nail them for attempted rape, but definitely for assault.”
She shook her head, and I noticed her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Fuck me. My heart twisted in my chest at that innocent face looking so crushed. If she’d known what would happen, I’m betting she wouldn’t have worn those clothes outside of her house today. Hell, I was the law and even I was hard as a fence post just looking at her. Men should be able to control themselves better, and most of us could. A woman had every right to wear whatever she wanted. But there was always a dickhead in the bunch. Or in this case, two.
“Looks like you’re free to go, asshole, but steer clear of Josie. You hear me?”
I released him, and he took off down the street without even a backward glance. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d pissed himself at some point. Once I was certain he was gone and wouldn’t cause more problems, I turned to fac
e Josie. Before I could even open my mouth to ask if she was okay, she launched herself into my arms, plastering that sweet body against me. Yeah, if I’d been hard before, I was a fucking steel post now. There was no way she didn’t feel the effects of her body against mine. Surely, even Josie Wright wasn’t that innocent.
“Thank you, Officer Daniels. I thought they were harmless, but…”
My shirt felt suspiciously damp, and I looked down to see tears streaking her cheeks. My arms tightened around her as I did my best to comfort her, without copping a feel. I might be an ass, but I wasn’t that much of an ass. Although, her ass… No, I wasn’t going to think about her ass, even if it did look good enough to bite.
“Let’s get you home,” I said, setting her away from me -- or trying to. The damn woman was attached like a barnacle. Her arms tightened around my waist, and I expected her to wrap her legs around me too.
Mmmm. Oh yeah, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Now that was an image I could jerk off to later. Sweet little Josie, open and willing and oh so wet. I’d bet she tasted divine and felt even better. Not that I would ever find out. Nope. I was going to put her in my car and take her home where her mama could take care of her.
Maybe I was a glutton for punishment. She did have her car with her. The smarter thing to do would have been following her home. Unfortunately, I wasn’t thinking with the head on my shoulders, and the little head (although, to be honest, it really wasn’t little -- just sayin’) was all for spending more time with Josie. I tucked her into my cruiser before sliding behind the wheel. Her scent filled the small space, and I couldn’t help but admire just how far those shorts rode up when she was sitting down. If they were any tinier, they’d have been panties. Was she wearing any panties?
I gave myself a mental slap and backed the car out of the space.
“I’ll drop you by your parents’ home, and you can arrange to get your car later.”
“I don’t want to go there.”
I stopped at a four-way intersection and looked at her. “Then where do you want to go?”
“Can we just drive around for a bit?”
Holy hell. She was trying to kill me. Or get me fired, because I was pretty sure the police chief wouldn’t be too pleased to find me balls deep inside Josie Wright on the side of the road, and if she stayed in this car much longer, that was what would happen.
“Josie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She blinked at me innocently before her gaze dropped to my lap, and my very hard cock. Her eyes dilated and her lips parted. The way she licked her lips was enough to make my dick jerk, and I knew I had to get her out of the car and away from me as fast as possible. Either that or I was going to be very, very bad.
“Josie.” My tone came out strangled as she continued to stare.
Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes cut toward the window. I could tell she was intrigued, yet her innocence kept her from saying what was on her mind. And hell if that didn’t just turn me on even more. I’d been with more women than I could count, but damn if she didn’t make me harder than I’d ever been before. But Josie wasn’t a “right now” kind of woman. She was the forever kind. I might have been thirty-two, but I wasn’t ready for the picket fence, golden retriever in the yard, and two point five kids just yet. No, whoever plucked her cherry was going to be a lucky bastard, but I’d be willing to bet it would be her husband.
“Why don’t you want to go home?” I asked. She’d always been around town with one of her parents, seldom on her own, so something had to be going on. It wasn’t like Josie to dress like this or refuse to go home.
She stared at the window and didn’t say a word.
“Josie, if you don’t give me a good reason, I’m going to take you home right now. You were attacked, and you should talk to someone, preferably your mother.”
She snorted.
“Talk to me.”
She turned those wide blue eyes my way and looked completely lost and betrayed. Hurting Josie was akin to kicking a puppy. Whatever put that look in her eyes, or whoever, I felt the need to lash out at them and beat them bloody. She should be cherished and treated like a princess. Whatever had happened, that one look told me she’d been cut deep.
“They’re selling me.”
Well, I hadn’t expected that.
“I think you need to clarify that statement. What do you mean they’re selling you? Last time I checked, slavery was illegal.”
She sighed. “My father has a friend, a minister in another town, who wants a young, pure wife. Someone to give him a dozen kids and teach Sunday school every weekend. A woman who won’t talk back or ever voice her own opinion. And he’s old! Like at least fifty.”
I stifled my smile at that. Fifty was hardly old, but to someone her age it probably seemed ancient.
“And your father is urging you to marry this man?” I asked.
“It’s worse. My father has promised him that he can have me. In exchange, our church is getting a new roof. Reverend Falks has a large congregation, one of those super churches that brings in millions. The man lives in a castle, for cripes sake!”
“And all that luxury doesn’t appeal to you?”
Her lips twisted. “Would you want to sleep with a man thirty years older than you for the express purpose of being a brood mare? Reverend Falks doesn’t believe in birth control and he already informed me that he plans for me to stay barefoot and pregnant. He’s told me what he intends to do to me, and it makes my skin crawl. He’s cruel, but the world only sees a kind man who lost his first wife too young. What they don’t know is that he probably killed her.”
Those were strong allegations, and I wondered how much was spoken in fear and how much was truth. I wasn’t overly familiar with Falks. I never watched his sermons on Sunday morning, but I knew he was a big shot around these parts. And if he had decided he wanted Josie, there probably wasn’t much she could do about it. She was dependent on her family with no way of supporting herself. And in a town this small, the law wasn’t always on her side.
Luckily for her, I was.
My uncle was the local judge, and my cousins all worked for the department like me. I wasn’t sure there was anything we could do to protect Josie, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t at least try. I flipped a U-turn and headed for the courthouse. If anyone could figure out this mess, it was Judge Turner.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“We’re going to pay a visit to my uncle and see if he has an idea of how to get you out of this mess. They aren’t technically doing anything illegal -- yet -- but they can’t force you to marry someone you don’t want. The marriage isn’t legal unless you both say ‘I do’ and I guess you don’t intend to do that.”
“If I refuse, I’ll be thrown out of the house. I’ve never attended college and don’t have a job. How would I pay for a place to live?”
“One thing at a time, Josie.”
She sighed and settled back against the seat. When we reached the courthouse, she reached out and gripped my hand tight. The jolt I felt was enough to momentarily stun me, but I snapped out of it and ushered her through the building and to the judge’s chambers. He had an open door policy for family, and I hoped like hell he wasn’t hearing any court cases. The sooner I helped Josie figure out her problem, the sooner I could put some distance between us. Before I did something embarrassing.
As it happened, Judge Turner was in, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite nephew!” He pounded me on the back.
“I’m your only nephew,” I said wryly.
“Semantics. Now, why have you brought pretty Josie Wright with you? Don’t tell me you’re finally settling down.”
My eyes widened, but my mouth refused to work.
“Officer Daniels thinks you might be able to help me, Your Honor.”
“I’m off duty. Call me Mr. Turner.” My uncle smiled fondly at her. “Now, what seems to be the trouble, Jo
sie?”
She told him the same story she’d shared with me, and when she was finished, my uncle was frowning. He paced the length of his office before stopping in front of us, hands on hips. His lips were pursed, and I could tell he was measuring his words before he said anything. He was always the type to think before he spoke, even when answering a curious eight-year old’s questions.
“Well, Ty could run you over to the women’s shelter, if they’ve got room, but that’s just a temporary solution. I’m guessing you’d have a hard time finding a job and a place to live around here once Reverend Falks puts the word out he’s looking for you. You could leave town, but I’m thinking you don’t have family anywhere else who’d take you in, and eventually Falks would catch up with you.” Josie didn’t say anything, but we both knew my uncle was right. There was the law, then there was the reality of a small southern town. “I think it’s obvious what needs to happen.”
“And that is?” I asked.
“Josie needs to lose her virginity.”
I stared at him, fairly certain I’d misheard. There was no way that was his only thought on the matter, which meant he was up to something. “You think losing her virginity will make a difference?”
He shrugged. “Reverend Falks wants a pure wife, so if she loses her virginity she won’t be pure anymore. He should lose interest and move on to someone else.”
Josie frowned. “I haven’t heard of any male prostitutes in town, so just how am I supposed to lose my virginity before I go home today?”
I coughed and sputtered. “Pardon? Did you just say you were going to use a male prostitute?”
“Well, what else am I supposed to do? I’m too young to hit the local bars, and even if I did, I can’t very well take someone home with me. And who in this town is going to deflower the reverend’s daughter? Aside from those jerks earlier, I’m pretty untouchable in most peoples’ eyes.”