Page 55 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

I swallow, attempting to moisten my dry mouth. His voice alone makes my body react. I try to wrap my head around what he’s asking of me. “But you want them to watch?”

He raises his voice so the guys can hear him clearly. “Yes, and I think you do too. Your face is flushed and I bet your pussy is soaking wet.”

Closing my eyes, I let that fantasy play out in my mind for a moment. The guys watching Damon pound into me from behind. Did I want that? Knowing Damon, he’d kill them for laying eyes on me.

“You’d let this happen?”

“They’re my brothers. We take care of our own. So yes, I’d let them watch. Butonlythem and only when they earn it. Anyone else so much as looks at you and they’d have all three of us after them. Now be a good girl, Blake, and let Jasper undress you.” He nods at Jasper, and Jasper closes the distance between us.

“Come here, sweetheart. Let me help you out of those clothes.”

Adrenaline pulses through my veins but instead of cowering to the rush of fear, I embrace it. This isn’t the first time Damon’s influence caused my body to react with nervous excitement, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

I turn to Jasper on trembling legs. Damon watches from the couch, urging me. “That’s it, baby. Lift your arms for him.”

I can’t meet Jasper’s gaze as he softly pulls my oversized T-shirt up but I hear his sharp intake of breath clearly. The cool air hits my exposed skin and my nipples pebble immediately beneath my lace bralette. Jasper’s fingers skim my collarbone and I bite back a moan.

“No touching, Jas,” Damon says, his voice strained. “Her pants now.”

I keep my eyes trained at Jasper’s chest so I’m not tempted to look at him. I know if I do I won’t stop him from touching me. Doing whatever it is he wants.

He tugs the drawstring of my lounge pants and pulls them loose. They fall to the ground easily. Jasper ghosts his fingers down my legs, urging me to step out of the pants. I know my underwear are soaked. I’m just waiting for him to notice so I can swallow down my embarrassment.

“Look at you. You’re a fucking snack, Blake,” Jasper says as he floats his fingers over the straps of my bra. “Has anyone ever told you that? How truly pretty you are?”

“Of course I have,” Damon chimes in. “I tell her every fucking day.”

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes. It’s hard to hear their words, to accept their compliments and praise. But I hold it together. I’m strong and I want this.

“You can take off my bra,” I say, feeling bold. I glance back at Damon. He’s breathing heavily and nodding in approval. “My underwear too.”

“Goddamn sweetheart, if you could feel how fucking hard I am right now.” Jasper groans and slips his fingers beneath the straps, pulling my bra over my head. He doesn’t waste time or linger, just moves right to my underwear, sliding them down my damp thighs.

“Isn’t she incredible, boys?” Damon asks, a rasp to his voice. “Our girl.”

Leon, who’s been quiet up until now, says, “Perfect.”

“Come here, baby,” Damon says. “Let’s show them how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Damon’s hand falls to his erection and he gives it a slow pull as he stands from the couch. I’m throbbing everywhere. Needing touch, release. And God, I want him inside me, filling me. He pushes the coffee table to the side, scattering piles of paper on the floor, so there’s nothing between the guys and the couch where we stand.

His kiss is rough, like he’s claiming me. Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling. I part my lips, letting him delve inside me, steal my breath.

I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding against him, as he bites his way down to my collarbone. I’m barely able to stand from the intensity. “Oh God, Damon.”

“She likes that,” he says to the guys. “My angel can handle it rough.”

I almost forgot the guys were watching but the reminder has me tense, holding him tighter.

His teeth graze the swell of my breasts and I lean my head back to give him better access. He sucks and bites my nipples, marking me. I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. And when he finally slides his hand between my legs, I almost lose my grip on him. He toys with me, barely brushing my clit. Again and again, until I’m shamelessly grinding against his hand.

Damon sucks my earlobe, making me shiver. He whispers, “Imagine how it would feel to have Jasper eating your pussy right now, baby. Devouring that cunt while I fuck you from behind. Mm, maybe one day, but not tonight. Tonight you’re all mine.”

He bends me over the arm of the couch and slaps my ass until I cry out. I keep my head turned, facing the back of the couch. I’m not ready to see Jasper or Leon’s faces as they watch.

“She’s soaking wet. Do you like being watched? Should my boys fuck their fists while I pound into this sweet cunt? What do you think, baby?” Damon sounds crazed, his words tumbling from him in a rushed whisper. He plunges a finger inside me and slaps my ass again and holy crap, I’m so close to coming. “Answer me, Blake.”

He lifts my hips and spreads me wide, so I’m on display for them, circling my clit with the exact pressure I crave. I know he wants an answer, but I don’t know what to say. Do I care what they do? We’re well past any kind of normal friendship now, so what does it matter?

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