You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Easton

My ears ring from the force of Harper's slap. In the distance I can hearapplause coming from a bunch of assholes. Aisha gasps. Someone’syelling, “It's about time!”

I glance to my left to see it was Blake who said that. The fucker. He'slaughing and clapping like he’s watching a comedy show. I send him amurderous glare, but that only makes him laugh harder.

Harper stares up at me in horror, as if she can’t believe she just

did that.

Well, guess what? I can’t believe she did it either. Girl's got balls, I'll giveher that

Memories of what happened between us only a few minutes ago floodme. I don’t know what came over me, fingering her in the closet like Idid. I wanted to taunt her. Show her what she can't have.

Instead of just giving her a sample, I found that once I started, Icouldn't stop touching her. I didn't want to either. The way she liftedher hips when I stroked her in a particular spot. How wet she'd been forme. How warm and soft her pussy was. I hated the rush

that fueled me as I watched her come, knowing that I was the only onewho could make her feel like that.

Shaking my head, I shove the memory out. I'm fucked in the head whenit comes to this girl. I don't understand what I'm doing. I'm just runningon pure instinct.

And my instincts are taking me down a path I'm still not sure ! I want togo

“I hate you,” she murmurs, her eyes glassy as she drops her hand to herside. She's shaking, I can tell, and I touch the spot where she justslapped me, my cheek still tingling.

"You weren't saying you hated me a few minutes ago in the closet.”Her face screws up in anger and then she’s gone, running down thehall, the crowds parting for her like the damn Red Sea.

“What the hell were you talking about just now?” Aisha asks me, hereyes narrowed with suspicion. “And what were you doing with Harperin a closet?”

I glare at her. “Not now,” I bite out.

Just before I take off after Harper.

She's easy to replace. And slow. I catch up with her within seconds, andthough she fights me, I get a hold of her, pulling her though thedouble doors so we're outside. I lead her into a tiny alcove just aroundthe corner of the building, her breaths coming fast as she glares at me.All I can smell is coconuts and sunshine and there's no one else around.Not a single damn soul who would smell like that.

I recognize the scent. It drives me out of my mind with lust every time.No way. I refuse to believe it.

Taking my time, I drink her in. The flare of her generous hips and thedip of her tiny waist. Those tits straining against the front of her shirt.The curve of her ass in her

tight jeans and all that dark hair I'm dying to sink my fingers into. At thevery least, I want to grab her ponytail and tug on it. Pull her close tome, so I can settle my mouth on hers...

Confusion fills me and I blink hard. Earlier, in the closet, I didn’t want tokiss her. I wanted to save it all for my mystery girl. But I feel like acomplete dumbass, because I'm starting to think my mystery girl is“What do you want from me?” Harper asks, her hostile toneinterrupting my thoughts.

I take a step back. “Where were you the night of your brother's

party when the lights went out?”

Her gaze flickers but otherwise, her expression remains neutral. Sheshrugs. “What does it matter?”

“Tell me,” I demand.

She lifts her chin. “I don’t remember.”

“Liar.” Now I'm moving closer to her, her tropical scent like a fuckingdrug, drawing me in. “I think you know.”

“I was with Sadie.”

“Were you in the downstairs bathroom?”

Her expression turns to panic. “No.” Uh huh.

"Did you dress up on Halloween?"

She shakes her head, not even fazed by my change of subject. “You sawme. I was a more pathetic version of myself, remember?”

I can't believe I said that to her. I'm such a dick. “Were you wearing acat costume?”

“You. Saw. Me,” she repeats slowly, as if I'm stupid. “I didn't dress up. Iwasn't invited to your

party.”

“Why did you come then?”

She remains mute, watching me with wary eyes.

“Answer me. Why did you come to my party when I told you I didn'twant you there?” I ask again.

“Sadie convinced me to go. She didn't want to be there alone,” shefinally says, her voice small.

“And how did she convince you? Did you wear a costume? And let meguess, did Ryan catch you in it,

and freak out?” I toss at her.

Harper would make a terrible poker player. Her answer is written allover her face.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

She shakes her head. “I d—-don't know.” She sounds shaky. Unsure.

“It's a simple question that demands a simple answer. Yes or no,Harper? Were you wearing a cat costume?”

Holy hell, I think she was.

“I already told you I wasn't.” She clamps her lips shut, her eyes blazing.Oh, she’s getting mad now. I'm surprised steam isn’t coming out of hercars.

“You're lying to me.” My voice is deceptively soft. Downright deadly.“And I don't like liars.”

“Well, I don't like idiot boys who

are too blind to see what's right in front of their face!” she retorts,practically stomping her foot.

That does it. I lunge for her, my fingers shackling around the crook ofher elbows, yanking her toward me. She comes willingly, her

cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with hatred.

And something else.

Something familiar.

“You're her,” I whisper, my entire body going numb with the realization.“You're my mystery girl

Her mouth pops open. “I have no idea what you're talking about"Before she can get another word out, 1 silence her with my lips.