Page 54 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Nah, we’ve shared before. Many times, actually. Tell her, buddy?” Jasper nudges a still slumped Leon in the shoulder.

“Not getting involved,” Leon answers.

“That’s because you know I’m right.” Jaspers grabs a hair tie from his wrist and grimaces as he tries to pull his hair back. He flashes his bright blue eyes my way and asks, “Can you help me out? My shoulder’s bothering me.”

“And yet you’re about to get into a physical fight with Leon?” I scoff and bend down to where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Give me the hair tie.”

I try to be methodical as I gather his hair into my palm. Those aren’t butterflies in my stomach. Yeah, Jasper is insanely hot. All three of them are. But I’m with Damon and I have to live here. Whatever Jasper’s insinuating will only cause trouble.

“That feels good, Blake. Your hands are magic. Fuck, even when you stitched me up you made me feel good.”

“I don’t know what to say to that. Thanks?” I finish pulling his hair back into a bun at the crown of his head. Being this close, I notice he has a dagger tattoo on the side of his head, partially hidden by his shaved undercut. Without thinking, I run my nails over the coarse hair to get a better look. Jasper hisses a breath and I jump back a step. “Sorry, I saw your tattoo.”

“Don’t be. Like I said, magic hands.You can touch me whenever and wherever you want.” His eyes lock onto mine, icy blue and so intense I can’t look away. “Come on over here. I never got to properly thank you for saving my life.”

Leon sits up, leaning back on his elbows. His keen eyes rake me over, quietly watching and waiting to see what I do next. I bounce my gaze back and forth between them while the fluttering in my stomach ramps up.

“I-I didn’t. It’s fine, I just did what anyone would do.” I fidget with the hem of my shirt, my fingertips feeling like ice against my flushed skin.

“You’re not just anyone, Blake. You’re Damon’s girl. And that makes you special. Right, Lee? Leon nods and stretches his neck from side to side. “Do you know what that means, sweetheart?”

“What—what does that mean?”

“It means you’re our girl too. You’re ours to protect.” My breaths come in uneven pants as I look to Leon for some kind of confirmation.

“That’s right,” Leon adds.

“Ours to care for.” Leon swallows audibly as Jasper continues. “Ours to play with.”

My mind is swimming. There’s at least a dozen beer bottles lying around, and I know Jasper’s on meds. Leon’s way too quiet right now and Damon… He’s taking the world’s longest shower.

“You’re just drunk and on an adrenaline high. You don’t mean that.”

I startle as Damon speaks up behind me. “What doesn’t he mean?”

“Nothing,” I say. “We were chatting about fight club night.”

Damon scrutinizes both guys and pulls a hand through his wet hair. He looks directly at Jasper. “You want her, don’t you? You want to fuck my girl?”

Jasper tilts his head to the side and raises his shoulder, the picture of nonchalance. Meanwhile I’m over here soaking my underwear and freaking the hell out. Damon messes with the towel wrapped around his waist, while he and the guys have some sort of silent conversation.

“I’m going to bed,” I say. Whatever’s going on with the three of them, I can’t get involved. It’s late and I’m turned on and tired and a mess.

“Blake,” Damon says, making me pause. “Get on your hands and knees.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BLAKE

“What? Out here?”He can’t be serious. Although nothing about the set of his brow or the intensity in his gaze makes me think he’s joking.

“Yes, out here.” He drops his towel and I inhale sharply, roaming my eyes over his hard length. He closes the space between us.

“But, the guys,” I whisper. “They’re watching.”

Jasper’s behind him, eyeing us with wide eyes and parted lips. While Leon still looks unbothered. Bored, even.

Damon tips my chin up, dripping water onto my chest from his damp hair. “Does that bother you? Or does it turn you on? I won’t let them fuck you. You’re all mine.”

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