Page 34 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

I stroke as much of his base as I can without yanking his pants down while licking and sucking his tip. His thighs flex. “Fuuuck… so good.”

His hold on my hair tightens as he fucks into me, pumping deep into the back of my throat before pulling out and slamming back in again until I gag. Saliva drips down my chin as his thrusts become jerkier. I’m rocking the bed, right up against Ethan’s leg, but my focus is on him and only him. He’s close to coming so I suck harder, matching his pace.

He groans and holds my head still as his cock jerks inside me. “Fuck, baby. Drink up.”

His cum drips out over my open lips. While he’s still hard against my tongue, I swallow him down along with every drop that he gives me.

Finally, he releases his hold on my hair and my shoulders sag. My body’s trembling so much I don’t know if I can walk. Before I can wipe my face with the back of my hand, he grabs a pillow from Ethan’s bed, pulls the case off of it, and uses it to clean me up. I don’t expect the nice gesture. Something about it has me feeling warm and fuzzy. Maybe it’s the fact that Ethan’s never once cared for me after any kind of fooling around. He’s never even offered me a washcloth after sex.

The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m stopping Freddy from putting his cock away. “Wait, let’s clean you up.” He tilts his head, watching as I go to Ethan’s dresser and grab his favorite T-shirt. He bought it on his first day of freshman year at the college store. I spread it out and use it to clean every last drop of cum and spit from his cock. Then, with a smile, I fold it and put it back where it was. “Now you can put it away.”

“I don’t know, I think I’m ready for round two,” he says with a smirk. “Watching you use his shirt like that… fucking hot.”

Licking my lips, I contemplate all the things I’d like to do with this man but quickly come back to my senses. “Let’s get out of here.”

He runs his palm over my hair, fixing the wild strands. “Damon,” he says. I look at him with wide, questioning eyes. “My name is Damon.”

“Hmm, I think I like Freddy more. It’s grown on me.” He scowls as I tease him. “Oh Freddy, right there,” I moan in a fake sexual tone and then laugh.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, spanking my ass with his large palm. “I think you need to be punished again. You liked that last punishment too much.”

He carries me that way down the stairs and through the house. Once we’re outside and my feet are back on the earth, I look up at him. His deep brown hair is tousled from running his hands through it. The spider and webbing tattoo on his neck stands out against his fair skin. All of his facial features look shadowed out here with the only light coming from Ethan’s house. More menacing. But I realize I’m not afraid of him, not anymore. I can’t tell if I’m disappointed or relieved.

“Race you to the car,” I say, sprinting ahead of him. I know how much he loves to chase but I’m just now learning how much I love tobechased.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BLAKE

I’ve wokenup each morning to a little gift from Damon on my bedside table and today is no different. He’s left an iced latte—my favorite—and a single white rose. It’s unnerving how he’s able to get in and out while I’m asleep, but I haven’t questioned it. If I’m being honest, his creepiness makes me feel special and cared for, in my own weird way.

Since we broke into Ethan’s parent’s house a few weeks ago, I haven’t seen Damon in person. He’s seen me, apparently. I’ve been trying not to read into it too much. We’re both busy. School and studying for me and whatever criminal shit him and the guys do. I refuse to be desperate and chase after him. He knows where I am, obviously. And he has my number… He can learn how to use it more. It’s just funny how he was all,you’re mine, Blake… growly possessive crap.Well, where’s the follow through, huh? He can show up when I’m asleep but then ghosts me all day. Not cool.

I scoot up in bed and take a sip of my latte. Perfectly made, damn him. Since I’m feeling kinda feisty this morning, I grab my phone and send him a text.

Me: At least you’re a creeper who brings gifts… thank you.

While I wait for a reply, I scroll up to our last few messages. Not that I know him well, but I’ve gotten a feel of how he texts, and something was different. I know he’s safe or there’d be no bedside table gifts, but something has to be going on.

Me: I hope everything’s ok…

He’s fine, I’m sure of it. I just wish I didn’t care so much. Pushing him out of my mind, I scramble around to get ready for another long day of classes. Microbiology and pharmacology will be the death of me.

Three hoursand one massive headache later, I’m finally free. My stomach growls from skipping breakfast and I’ve had to avoid Julie and her questions about Ethan for the last hour. If I knew what happened to him, I’d tell her, but I’m in the dark as much as she is. Thinking of Ethan had me thinking of Damon and what we did on Ethan’s bed. My cheeks reddened while we chatted, so much so that I cut the conversation short.

Walking through campus, I take in the gorgeous reds and golds of autumn and breathe in the faint scent of wood smoke in the air. They’ve decorated the outside of the old buildings with potted mums and pumpkins. I love everything about this time of year.

Opting for the cafe on campus instead of going into town, I order another iced latte and one of their chicken quinoa bowls. All the bread and baked goods smell incredible, but because ofmy allergies, unfortunately, I can only smell them. There’s a free table by the window so I snag it and check my phone while I wait. My stomach flutters when I see a reply from Damon, still listed as Freddy. At this point I don’t know if I’ll ever change that.

Freddy: You’re welcome, Angel. Don’t worry about me, make sure you take care of yourself today… drink water, eat lunch, don’t work too hard.

There’s the overbearing guy I know.

I bite my lip and think of a reply. Something that says, I want to see you again but doesn’t sound too clingy. Oh God, it’s been way too long since I’ve done this awkward “getting to know a new guy” thing. I hate how unsure I feel.

Me: Sitting at the cafe right now.

I glance over at the few full tables where couples are chatting, or friends are meeting up between classes. If I don’t want to be alone all the time I guess I should put myself out there. I know just how to get to him.

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