Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
DAMON
“You better run, Blake!” I yell into the wind. How the hell did I get so lucky? She fucking loves me. I can die a happy man now. To see her being playful like this, after what she just went through is truly something. I’m in awe of her—her strength, her resilience, her spirit. She doesn’t even fully grasp the gravity of my infatuation, but I’ll make sure she learns.
I count to ten, then grab my mask from the glove compartment, for old times sake. I’m already hard and aching for her as I take slow, steady steps into the woods. Adrenaline courses through my veins, causing my pulse to pound with anticipation.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” I shout into the shrouded mass of trees. My voice echoes off the bare branches, sending a few birds fleeing.
Shadows dance along the trunks while I make my way deeper into the dense woods. There’s countless places to hide, but I know Blake wants to be found as much as I want to find her. My ears perk up as a faint rustling noise comes from a few feet ahead. The air shifts and I still, watching for any slight movement. Any good hunter knows that patience is key. Waiting for your prey to make their move, letting them get caught in your sight. The thrill is nothing short of euphoric.
A flash of dark hair catches the corner of my eye. I whirl, pulse pounding, and sprint toward Blake’s retreating form. Her breathless laughter rides the breeze, mixing with the crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet. I weave through trees and fallen branches, keeping her an arm’s length away. “Did you think I wasn’t going to find you, baby? You can’t hide from me, I’ll always find you.”
“Then catch me, Freddy,” she taunts, panting for air.
I up my pace and snag her waist, swinging her into my arms. She’s giggling between breaths. “Got you, bad girl. Now what should I do with my prize?”
Lifting her higher, I drape her around my neck with her legs dangling to one side and my hand securely holding her ass. “Damon, oh my God. Don’t drop me.”
I slap her ass with a nice flat palm, reveling in the echo. “Say something like that again and I’ll have to punish you.” A suggestive groan leaves her lips, so I do it again. “You like that? Does it make you nice and wet for me?”
“Mhm.”
Desperate to sink inside her, I lift her from my shoulders and pin her back against the nearest tree. With one hand braced on the rough bark above her head, I tip her chin up, pull my mask so my mouth is visible, and speak softly against her full lips. “I’m giving you two seconds to get out of those clothes or I’ll rip them off you.”
She releases a breath and tugs her jeans down first, followed by her shirt. I trace her curves with my palm, taking in how fucking good her skin feels against mine. “That’s my good girl, ready to get fucked against this tree like a little slut.”
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
I tear her underwear at the seam, smiling as they fall to the forest floor. Cupping her sopping pussy with my palm, I push her back against the tree. “Tell me again.”
“W-what?” she stutters, leaning her head against the rough bark.
I add pressure and nuzzle my face against the slope of her neck. Whispering in her ear, I say, “Tell me you love me.” I suck her soft earlobe, toying with her earrings between my teeth until she moans.
“I love you, I love you, please.” The words tumble from her lips in a desperate plea.
Yanking my pants down, I stroke my length with my free hand. Blake reaches down, pushing my hand away and taking over the movement. “Not yet, needy girl. You come first.”
I get on my knees in front of her, which is exactly where I should be. As I’m about to pull my mask off, she stops me with a hand on my face. “Keep it on.” She rolls it up to my nose as I chuckle.
“So demanding.” I open her legs wider to accommodate my size, and ghost my lips over her pussy. “I pretty much grew up in forests just like this one. You know what that means?”
“No idea.” She juts her hips forward but I hold her still.
“It means I finally get to fuck the woman I love in the place I call home. You want to know the best part about my home, Angel?” I glide a finger through her slick folds, toying with her while I wait for her response.
“What?” she asks, breathless and desperate, making me throb with need.
“You can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you.” I spread her with my fingers and delve my tongue against her clit.
Her legs tremble as she moans into the open air. She tastes so goddamn good, I could come right here and now. I lap her clit, increasing my pressure but keeping the same delicious pace until she’s bucking her hips and grinding against my face. “That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Ride my face. Come all over it.”
I plunge a finger inside her, curling it and matching the pace of her hips as her legs tense and shake. “Oh, God, I’m so close.”
Flicking faster, I feel her orgasm building to a beautiful crescendo. Her muscles suck my finger tight as her clit pulses against my tongue. “Scream for me.”
Diving back in, I suck her clit between my lips as she comes, screaming my name against the cool breeze. I lap up every drip of her delicious come, fucking her greedy pussy with my finger until she’s barely able to stand.
“Please, Damon… I can’t.” As her legs give out, I scoop her into my arms, pinning her against the tree.
“Wrap your legs around me. I’m not done with you yet.” I tease her entrance with my cock, sliding myself between her drenched lips until we’re aligned just right. “Does your back hurt?” I ask, remembering her skin is pinned against the grooved bark.
“A little,” she answers, still panting.
“Good. I want you to feel it for days and remember how you took my cock like this. I want you to lose your voice from crying out my name. Fuck, Blake… I need my cum dripping from these soaked thighs right now.”
I hoist her up and slam into her slick pussy like she was made to take me. She’s so damn tight, so perfect. I pump into her, gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruised fingerprints on her skin.
“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 of high 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?”
“Not messed up at all. Nothing is black and white in this world. You’re allowed to mourn the brother you loved while also hating the evil man he became. Don’t lose yourself in this, Blake. Stay with me.”
She nods and buries her head in my chest, sobbing quietly. We stay like that for a long time until her skin pebbles with goosebumps. I quietly dress her and carry her back to the car, despite her insisting that she can walk.
Once we’re settled, I check my phone, finding a text from Leon with a new address. Turning to Blake, I ask, “How do you feel about checking the house for information? Maybe Brennan has something in his desk? Plus, this may be the last time we go there. You should have some of his things.”
It’s risky, but with this new development, we can’t just leave potential leads without checking first. The guys will be pissed at me for not including them, but this is as much about Blake getting closure as it is about searching Brennan’s belongings.
“I think I’m okay, but I don’t want to stay there for long. It’s Mischa’s house, which means it belongs to her family. It’s not safe for us.”
My chest swells with pride. “We’ll stop in for fifteen minutes, tops.” I show her the text from Leon. “It looks like they found us a temporary rental a few towns over. No more motel.”
“Thank God, that place gave me the creeps.” She turns up the radio and adds, “Let’s get this over with.”