Page 86 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Damon… Shit, you feel so good.”

Sucking her neck and nibbling her earlobe, I drive into her roughly. She feels incredible. “Look how well you take my cock, baby. This tight cunt is all mine.”

About to lose control, I pull out and lower us to the ground. Dried leaves and broken branches are strewn around us, but I couldn’t care less. Not while Blake is laid out before me like a goddess. In this position I’m free to roll her nipples between my fingers, pinch them, bite them. She yanks my shirt up and pulls me down so our bodies are skin to skin. My cock begs to slip back inside her.

“Fuck me, Damon. Pound my body into this dirt, and fill me with your cum.” Her nails dig into my ass, guiding me home.

“Christ, that mouth. Such a dirty little slut for me.” My hips move, pressing her harder into the dirt. Every ounce of self control I had left snapped the moment she told me to fill her. We fuck relentlessly, like wild animals. It’s primal and chaotic but so fucking perfect.

“I love you so much, baby. Come with me, squeeze my cock with your perfect cunt.” My words spill out between groans. I’m so close. Every nerve ending in my body is firing at once as my balls draw up tight, and I thrust harder.

Blake slides her palm between us, rubbing her clit while moaning my name. “That’s it, rub yourself. Oh, fuck, Blake. Fuuuck, you feel so good.”

A tidal wave of pleasure shoots through me as I empty myself inside her. Her body quivers under me while she squeezes me dry.

Yanking off my mask, I grab her face and claim her lips, sliding my tongue against hers. An unknown feeling grows in my chest, like a warm glow that spreads. Our kisses are slow, savoring each other’s taste, sharing each breath. I’m so gone for her, I physically ache.

Pressing up with my palms, I put a few inches of space between us so I can take in how perfect she looks right now. Her flushed cheeks, her plump red lips, her half-lidded eyes.

“Is there something on my face?” she asks with a self-conscious laugh.

I stare deeply into her storm cloud eyes, feeling a connection stronger than any I’ve known before. It’s an intense bond, like finding the one soul in a crowded room who understands my unspoken words and truly sees me.

“Damon, you’re freaking me out.” She brushes her cheeks with her hand. “What is it?”

“Just memorizing this moment so I can carry it with me forever.”

A smile lights up her face. “Look at you being so sweet.”

“There’s also an entire tree’s worth of leaves in your hair, so that’s pretty fun to look at.” I smirk and plant a kiss on her forehead.

She pushes my shoulder playfully, knocking me off-balance so I land on my bare ass in the dirt. “Serves you right.”

Her laughter fills the air around us as I roll onto my back beside her. I’m not ready to get dressed and face reality. Not yet. In the quiet stillness, our breaths sync and hands intertwine. I’m so content, I can almost sleep like this.

“I have to tell you something,” Blake utters softly. “It’s about Brennan.” Rolling to my side, I pull her into my chest. “When they had me tied up, before you got there, I found out some things about him. Things I never knew. I’m ashamed to tell you… I feel so stupid and torn. He’s my brother, but I can’t let him get away with what he’s done. And maybe this has something to do with Bailey.”

I continue to listen, running my fingers through her tangled hair. “It’s okay, you can tell me. You’re so strong, baby. You got this.”

“The man who shot him… That was Alexander, Brennan’s best friend. It’s a long story, but Brennan was always the one to take care of us. He worked two jobs by the time he was out ofhigh school. One of those jobs was for MechExpress. He started as a part-time janitor—sweeping the floors, shoveling snow in the winter. He worked so hard that Alexander noticed him and brought him into his inner circle. Even introduced him to his cousin, Mischa. Alexander’s the one who introduced Brennan to Ivan, the CEO of the company, who took Brennan under his wing and promoted him. All this time, I thought my brother worked for a shipping company, traveling the world doing business stuff I never understood, but…”

Her words trail off while she takes a deep breath. “We can talk about this later. It’s okay if it’s too hard for you.”

“No,” she says. “I need to.” Taking another deep breath she continues. “Brennan got caught up in trafficking. I don’t know the details, just that all of them are bad people. MechExpress must be some kind of front and Brennan was heavily involved. What if he’s the one that took Bailey?”

Her voice catches on a sob. “There’s no way for us to know that. Don’t worry about things we’ll never find the answers to. Shh, I’ve got you.”

I hold her tight while she relays more of what she heard. “It was so close to being me too. H-he said he’d make loads of money off me.”

I clench my jaw and imagine putting a bullet through that prick’s skull. “You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.”

“We need to find her, Damon. I-I can’t let her get violated by those men. I can’t live with myself knowing my brother was a part of that.”

“We will, don’t worry.”

Now that we have names, it’s over for them.

“I know this is wrong, but I can’t stop thinking that maybe I’m glad Brennan is dead. If it means another monster is off the streets, then I’m glad.” She wipes her eyes, coating her face in a mix of dirt and tears. “How messed up is that?”

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