You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Easton

I have a serious problem.

And her name is mystery girl, Harper, off limits-take your pick. She's anaddiction I don't want and I never asked for. Her tongue slips past herlower lip, tasting mine. I don't know how to go slow when I'm with herand every time we break apart, I question my own sanity and then goback for seconds.

I'm supposed to be helping her replace the jackass who messed up herlocker, I'm not supposed to be kidnapping her, bringing her to myhouse and kissing her. I lost all self control once I had her in my JeepMaybe I just need to get her fully out of my system like a fuckingcleanse or some shit. I haven't fucked in two months. What Ryandoesn’t know won't kill him, it's not like little miss perfect would tell himanyways, she'd die before admitting to Ryan that we hooked up.

I can't take it anymore.

The way she feels in my arms.

It's so wrong.

I kiss her harder, angry at her for making me feel this way and angry atmyself for lacking the will to stop my mouth from moving against hers.She bunches my t-shirt in her hand and twists while I dig my hands intoher hair pulling her tight against me, my dick strains against my jeans.I'm so hard I can't think straight. She's soft in all the right places. I wantto explore and her still innocently kissing me like she has no clue I'mready to throw her against the counter and fuck her senseless.

Ryan was right about me.

She should have listened to him.

She shouldn't have gotten in my car with that knowledge and she sureas hell shouldn't be kissing me back like she is-fuck I'm going to do it.Who cares if she's a virgin, right?

Some sick part of me even acknowledges that I don't want any otherguy being the first even if it means I'm going to get her out of mysystem

I will be able to forget her.

And everything will magically go back to normal.

No more mystery girl.

No more fantasizing.

Nothing

Maybe I'll even fuck Aisha next week just because I can.

I smile against her mouth. It's a good plan. The best plan I've had inyears. I gently push her away from me and hop down from the counterthen pull her into my arms, our mouths clang against one another as Itry to breathe between kisses, between the pressure building betweenus and the tension that continues to grow like a bomb ready to go offin my kitchen.

Harper gasps as my mouth replaces her neck-sucking and biting. 1 reachfor her shirt and pull it over her head and I'm instantly rewarded withthe most gorgeous tits I've ever seen in real life. I mentally take apicture as I flick off her bra and cup them in my hands. They spill overmy fingertips, they're so damn heavy I have to look, I have to pull awayand see her creamy skin spilling past my fingertips. Her eyes areuncertain, they ask me if I like what I see, if I want more, and I want towalk away.

Because I don't know why the hell I'm doing this with her.

And because I can't stop.

“I'm going to fuck you.” There's nothing romantic about how I say it orabout my meaning.

She doesn't flinch

Instead something shifts in her stance, in her eyes, like she seesthrough all the bullshit I try so hard to put between me and everysingle girl I've ever fucked.

She grabs my wrists pulling my hands away

I let her. Intrigued by the look she’s giving me. I've never seen it beforeand I'm fucking entranced as a topless Harper slowly descends to herknees then presses her palm against my jeans.

I'm so hard and sensitive it hurts.

My hips buck against her hand without asking permission from mybrain to even move, damn it I've never been this close to nutting in myown pants by a simple innocent touch.

“Harper.” I can't tell if it's a warning or a plea, only that I'm desperateand I might die before graduation if she doesn't do something. Herfingers move to the button of my jeans, then my zipper, I nearly blackout when her hand tugs down both my boxer briefs and jeans thenreaches for my cock and gives it a tight squeeze. “Fuck.”

I see stars as her head descends, her hot mouth takes me in and I'mlost, pumping my hips as she sucks me dry.

It's almost too much, the heat, the sucking, and the feeling of hercupping my balls. I grip her by the hair and hold her there as I fuck hermouth. Harper's taking deep long pulls of my dick like she’s nevertasted anything better.

Her tongue swirls along my tip making my knees buckle. I'm surprisedI've even lasted this long as she looks up at me through

her eyelashes and smiles around my cock.

I'm gone.

Done.

I spill into her mouth and nearly have a stroke at eighteen when sheswallows, one drip trails down her chin. She catches it with her fingerand sucks that too.

I almost propose.

I mentally shake myself.

What the hell just happened?

Ryan would disown me.

No he'd kill me.

Sex is one thing

Fucking is another.

But a blow job with eye contact when a girl swallows you whole-it feltmore personal, more than anything I've ever done with her.

I'm panting, I don't know what to say.

Thank you?

Let's do that again?

Instead I pull away from her and tuck myself back into my jeans, turnaround and call over my shoulder. “Knew you were hungry.”

Her eyes flash with anger as she wipes her mouth and whispers. “I'vehad better.”