Page 33 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

We head into the Porter’s dark bedroom and I shut the door behind us. “Okay, let’s check their bathroom.”

I’ve only ever been in here once or twice, for the same reason that we’re here now. I remember the first time Ethan came in here searching for pills. He got so excited from finding a mother lode that he tried to fuck me on his parent’s bed. I wouldn’t let him get too far, instead distracting him and pulling him into his bedroom.

“Nice furniture,” Freddy says. “You ever fuck on that bed?”

Was he a mind reader? “No. Why the hell would you ask that?” Heat spreads from my neck up.

“If you were in my house, I’d fuck you on every surface I could.” He shrugs like he’s casually discussing the weather and heads into the bathroom while I ignore the growing ache between my legs.

We open every cabinet and pull out every drawer but the most interesting meds we find are a bottle of Xanax and a stash of THC gummies. Oh, and can’t forget about the year-long supply of Viagra.

“Shit,” he says, pocketing the pills. “Anywhere else they could be?”

“I don’t know. Like I said, they’ve recently kept things locked up because of Ethan’s problems.” I bite my tongue as soon as I let his name slip, waiting for him to scold me or worse, but his eyes light up instead.

“Ethan,” he says. “Come on.”

Confused, I follow him from the bedroom and down the hall. He stops in front of Ethan’s door. I whisper, “What are you doing?”

“Getting our meds.” He slowly turns the door handle and peeks inside while I stand there in shock. He’s not seriously going in there with Ethan? He’s not that crazy? I step away from the door, wrapping my arms around my chest while I wait for a fight to break out. A few seconds go by and it’s quiet. He pokes his head out. “Come on, he’s asleep.”

“This is too risky,” I whisper-shout. “Let’s go, we can try the office.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Ethan’s in bed, flat on his back and snoring lightly. The light we saw creeping through the door is fromThe Officeplaying across his mounted flat screen. Ethan looks like he’s lost weight in the short time since I’ve seen him. Even in sleep his face looks scrunched in pain. Onhis bedside table, I spot a few prescription bottles. Freddy seems to eye them too and heads right for them.

“Bingo,” he whispers. “Here, put these in your bag.”

I feel guilty stealing meds from someone who obviously needs them. If he didn’t have the means to get them replaced right away, I’d be fighting Freddy on this.

Ethan startles in his sleep and I jump. My nerve endings are shot. This is so wrong. “Let’s get out of here,” I say as quietly as I can, and pull Freddy toward the door. He stays put, even when I pull again. I look at him and raise a brow in question. “What are you doing?”

“On your knees, Blake.” My thoughts freeze as I take in the serious expression on his face. God, he’s devastatingly hot… Looking at him like this, in the dim light, makes my knees weak.

“Let’s go,” I whisper again.

“What did I say would happen if you said his name again?” His jaw tenses as he drops my hand.

“I didn’t,” I argue, fighting the dizziness that overcomes me.

He unbuckles his belt, making no effort to stay quiet. Ethan stirs again, murmuring in his sleep. He can’t be serious. There’s no way.

When he unzips his jeans, my stomach clenches. “One thing you need to know about me is I always keep my word.”

Did a part of me want this? Every time I said Ethan’s name, a little voice in the back of my head wondered if he was serious. I test him again, anticipating his reaction. “But what if Ethan wakes up?”

“I hope he does,” he growls, pushing me to sit on the edge of the bed. Anxiety courses through me and I hold my breath, waiting for Ethan to jump up and freak out. A second goes by, then two, and Ethan still sleeps soundly. He must be doped up on a buttload of meds for him to not hear us or feel the weight of another body.

I’m flushed and panting as he pulls his cock out of his jeans and brings himself to my eye level. He’s rock hard and so thick I don’t think I can wrap my whole hand around him. “Are you ready for your punishment, Blake?” I whimper, unable to form words. “Swallow my cock. I want you to choke on it, so you never say another man’s name again.”

“Oh, God.” He fists my hair and brings my face to his dripping tip. I grip his thighs and pull back, but he’s got me in a tight hold. This is wrong on so many levels, but I’m soaked and aching, mouth watering for him. I’m not going to give in easily, though. I clench my mouth shut, gnashing my teeth together.

“Open up or I’ll make you.” He grips his cock in his fist and slaps my cheek with it. I gasp, stunned. He does it again and a small whimper escapes my lips, the perfect opportunity for him to thrust into me. With one hand tangled in my hair, he moves the other to my jaw, pulling down to open me wider as he shoves himself into the back of my throat. “That’s my good little slut. You’re nice and wet for me.”

Holy shit.

He draws himself out and pumps back in, hissing a breath that sounds so erotic I clench my thighs together. Every ounce of restraint I have snaps and I close my eyes, hollow my cheeks, and suck hard. “Fuck, Blake,” he groans, loud enough that any sober person would wake.

His groans drive me to open wider, take him deeper. He pulls out and I swirl my tongue over his tip, swallowing his salty pre-cum. I open my eyes and look up at him from under my tear-stained lashes. He’s looking at me like I'm the best thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m perfect in his eyes.

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