Cuff Me

By Nicole Elliot

These three policemen want to cuff me. 
To the bed. The desk. A chair. 
I'm not saying no. I witnessed a crime. 
Scariest moment of my life, but it brought me to them. 
When I'm giving my statement the detective is definitely checking me out. 
And the uniform who's assigned to watch me. 
And the officer who's chasing down the suspect. 
I can't believe they all want me. 
I mean that's not possible. 
But Alex, Max, and Nate haven't been quiet about their wants. 
Their needs. 
In my apartment, at the station, anywhere... 
It might not be protocol, but they can have me wherever they want me. 
And I won't give any of them up. 
It started with a murder, but it will end with the happiest moment of my life. 

Cuff Me is a super steamy MFMM romance. There are MF and MFMM scenes in this book. It has a HEA and NO Cliffhanger. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole Elliot
• Release date: Jun 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393123699

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Cuff Me

A MFMM Romance

By Nicole Elliot

Hi Kittens!

Do you want to get cuffed? Good lord, Rose does!

Three times.

xxx

Nicole

Chapter One: Rose

I wondered what it would be like if I had more friends. I think I would just be a lot more annoyed.

Morning was peaceful; it was my favorite part of my day, going out walking my dog, Parker. He was a beautiful black Lab that pretty much walked me.

C’mon buddy, let’s go! I sounded way too excited to just be walking my dog. But like I said, it was the highlight of my day.

I worked very odd hours as an ER nurse, so I never got out much. I also worked the night shift and grave yard shift. I saw all the crazy stuff, and the weird too. It was true that the ER had its own seasons of the weirdest things one could see. I had been a nurse officially for five years and nothing was ever the same. Except my home life, which included frozen dinners and Parker. I had come home around five and took a power nap before getting some cleaning done, as I did every Tuesday.

I was wiping my bathroom mirror down when I almost didn’t even recognize myself. My green eyes were dull, but they had been since my senior year of college. I had permanent under-eye creases that I always managed to hide with the right foundation, but with everything off, I saw how much worse they were getting. Still, I was pretty, I guessed. I was not an overly confident person, but when pretty much every man that came into the ER hit on me—the young, the old, the hot and the not so hot—you start to think these things.

I rarely got to exercise, but running around the hospital all night was a workout, so I always had heavy hips but a slender body. I just tried to be as healthy as I could, and get my seven hours of sleep every night, or day technically, since that was how my schedule was.

I tied my dark and unruly curly hair up in a bun and finished cleaning.

It was around nine when I latched on his green leash and took the back stairway out of my apartment complex. I always stopped at little local coffee shop for a chai tea, too. There was an outdoor window, which worked for me since I had Parker.

Hey, Rose.

Yeah, the cashier knew my name. There was nothing wrong with having a routine and sticking to it.

Hey Sam, the usual. Sam was a sweet college student, and she always had a smile waiting for me.

Coming right up!

She had papers tucked under the register, and there was no one behind me so I asked her about it. Are you studying? I asked.

Yeah, she huffed, I have a biology exam tomorrow. She rolled her eyes.

Yikes, I hated science. Good luck, I said with a sad smile.

Aren’t you a nurse? She giggled.

Yeah. But I like the practical part of my job. I never liked the exams it took to get here. What do you want to do? I asked. There were still no customers coming in line.

Pediatrics. I just took my MCAT, so who knows how that went. She laughed nervously.

Oh, well I’m sure you did great. If you need any shadowing or volunteer work, I have good contacts in the hospital.

Really? Thank you, that would be great.

I stepped to the side to wait for my drink. Parker was very well behaved; he sat on his hind legs and barely blinked. My dad helped me train him…my throat closed at the memory and I pushed it aside.

My chai tea was ready, so I set off with one last wave to Sam, and headed for my usual trail. All part of the routine, I thought.

Chapter Two: Rose

I was at my favorite part of the trail. Where the road ended and curved off into a slight bend into the back side of a park. It was always quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. The trees bent over a certain part of the path like a canopy, and the leaves were changing with the fall season. Usually, nothing in New York was that pretty. But, I lucked out with where I chose to live, and it was a twenty-minute walk or a ten-minute run from that neighborhood park. This time I decided to walk, and was only in jeans and a tee shirt.

Parker suddenly went crazy as we passed the dip in the path that led towards under the bridge, and he pulled me along as he barked like a bat out of hell.

Easy, boy! I nearly tripped as my Converses hit a little rock trying to keep up with him.

I tightened the lease and curled it around my hand quickly and followed him. He barked and barked, then suddenly stopped. I turned down the path and peered at what he could have possibly gone this crazy for.

I nearly screamed.

I don’t know how long I stood there. A minute, maybe only twenty seconds, but it was long enough for me to see everything and remember it against my will. I had a photographic memory. It came in handy when I had twenty seconds to memorize an entire chart or a list of symptoms. Or times like this when I was obviously interrupting a heinous crime.

The man in a sharp navy-blue hoodie was huge; I would be scared if he was simply walking down the street. He was even dressed like he planned to commit a crime, with his hood up and his pants dark. He could almost blend in with the wall. I barely noticed the other guy. Just the screaming, all words that I couldn’t even pick out no matter how hard I may try to.

The heated argument and the angry flash of shiny metal was burned into my brain even as I turned the corner and ran and ran until I felt I was far enough away. Parker was well trained enough for me to let him go, and I quickly got my phone from my cross-body purse and called 911 immediately.

Maybe it was a slight disagreement between friends. Or a drug deal gone wrong. I would never know the truth, I just knew a man in a navy hoodie was waving gun at a smaller man, and that was exactly what I told the police. I thought briefly that I should mind my own business before he came after me for interrupting him, or stopping me from calling the police if he suspected me to. But it was literally in my blood and how I was trained—to help people. To do something, anything, if I was needed to.

Whatever I had seen, that other man obviously needed help.

What is your exact location, ma’am?

The voice was calm and monotone, like she did that kind of thing every hour. I tried to give her the best location I could, but it wasn’t exact. When the call ended, I think I breathed for the first time since Parker set off in that direction.

Parker wasn’t just any normal dog. And I don’t say that because I was some enthusiastic dog owner, I say that because he really wasn’t. He was trained for the worst of all places, the battlefield. Alongside my father. Only one of them made it back.

Good job, boy. Let’s hope we didn’t get ourselves into worse trouble, eh?

I rub behind his ears, his favorite spot that makes his tail wag and his nose scrunch. I smiled, even though my nerves were shot, and my heart wouldn’t stop palpitating. He was a comfort animal just as much as he was a service dog. He buried his muzzle into my neck and got a few licks on my face before I started laughing.

I was told I didn’t have to wait for the officers to come to the scene. Hearing a gunshot made me hightail it out of there fast, and I had no idea what happened before I left.

By the time I got home, I was glad I did.

Chapter Three: Alex

You’ve done good, Jordan.

Thank you, sir. I stared back at my commanding officer and tried to fight a smug smile.

I worked hard for this. The badge in my hand was the physical proof of all my hard work over the past few years. I started at the very bottom of the precinct, and now I was a detective. It was surreal. But it was damn well earned.

Unfortunately, you’ll be jumping right in. We just got word of a homicide while you were in the ceremony. Harold walked around his desk, and opened a nearly empty file. It must have all happened fast.

John Harold was a hard ass, one of the few Lieutenants in this precinct. But the 78th was known for our high ranks and decorated officers. I wondered why he had left the ceremony early. We were both in our ceremonial blues, and if I was going out in the field, I would have to change.

Really? I take the folder. All it had was the 911 report and transcript, along with the location.

Yep. CSI is already out there, officers are taking statements. He gave me a look under his hard brows that said, ‘what are you still doing here?’

I nodded and took my leave.

Some of the other officers on the floor congratulated me as I made my way to the locker room to change. A few of the women had come up with a new reason to have drinks with me after work. I responded with empty promises and my best smile.

Women had a thing for us cops, and especially detectives. I didn’t even mean it in a cocky way, but I was a good-looking guy and had the body to match. I’d been with almost every female in other precincts, it would be foolish to fool around in my own precinct.

I got to my locker and grabbed a pair of slacks and blue dress shirt. It was weird to be dressing in anything other than my normal uniform, but it felt good, too. All the studying for the exam, making sure I was squeaky clean as an officer. Even as a fucking traffic cop. I had instinct and I had heart, it was how I made it that far.

I hadn’t been assigned a partner, so I got in the signature detective town car and headed to the scene. I was a half mile out when I saw all the regulars. The coroner, crime scene investigation trucks, even a few news trucks. I got why they were there though; it was a nice part of the park with seemingly no past events. They had a story lined up.

I found a tight spot next to a cruiser and stepped out, headed to the crime scene.

I started making a list in my head before writing it down. He was an older male, but not past forty, judging by his hands and face alone. He died in shock, because his eyes were still open. He looked the business type, because he was wearing slacks, a

Reviews for Cuff Me

[mel pate · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It was a good short story. It did end kind of abruptly, and felt unresolved.

[Jackie Brown · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Sweet story. A murder. A feisty witness and the three cops working the case—and her. Enjoy.