You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Easton

I nearly choke.

Miniature?

Hot dogs?

Damn, that's harsh. Her arms cross as she stares down Ryan. “Did youwant some?”

Oh hell, that little shit! “Actually,” I interrupt. “We were thinking aboutordering pizza and inviting some people over, you want in?"

“Sure.” Ryan makes himself right at home, going to the fridge grabbinga beer then tossing one to me. “Blake was already on his way overanyway.”

Oh great now I have another dick who's been staring at Harper way toohard lately. Is it my imagination or does she look really hot in her tightt-shirt?

i gulp and look away. “Sounds good.”

An uncomfortable look passes across Ryan's face. “We good, bro?”“Always.” We fist bump.

And I smile.

He doesn't know I was just touching his sister.

That she licked me dry.

That the very hand he’s pounding was minutes away from dipping intoher pussy and making her scream.

There's something so fucking satisfying and horrible about thethoughts going

through my head, like I want to keep doing shit behind his back justbecause it fucking turns me on that he has no clue.

And she does.

Harper clears her throat next to me. “Mouth dry?”

Her glare says it all.

“I think I have more drinks.” I make a jerking motion with my handwhen Ryan's back was turned. She flips me off.

I fucking love it.

Damn it!

Pull it together, Easton!

My front door opens and closes. Blake strolls in like he owns the placecarrying a six pack and sucking on his vape pen. His eyes drink Harperin then flicker to mine. “Did you get lost on the way to her house?”Why does he sound annoyed? And why the hell is he looking at Harperso much

lately? It irritates me. We have rules you know?

Rules I broke without knowing, but still.

He has no fucking business asking about her or even looking at her likehe is right

now.

"Yes. I was so confused I just took the stray home.” I admit with heavysarcasm in an attempt to pull his attention away from Harper and onme. “Plus there was construction.”

Harper straight up growls. “Stop calling me a stray before I castrateyou!"

“Hide the knives.” Ryan teases as he plops onto the couch in the livingroom and spreads his arms wide. “She looks like she means it.”

“I'm a lover not a fighter.” I admit with a wink.

“More like a fucker not a lover.” Blake adds again earning me anotherhateful stare from Ryan as Blake opens up the six pack and hands oneto Harper.

Since when does he share his beer?

It doesn't sit well with me.

Even an hour later when it's dark and we're all sitting in the living roomeating pizza and watching Netflix.

He keeps offering her random shit.

Need another napkin?

Another slice?

Oh look your drinks empty.

He's being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn't he knowRyan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going from textingon his phone to watching the movie to texting again.

He's probably horny.

Whatever.

I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I'veofficially lost it. Without putting too much thought into it, I move fromthe chair to the couch she’s sitting on Ryan's on her right. Blake is onthe floor facing the tv and I'm suddenly hot.

Like really hot

I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and toss it over Harper thenget up and make sure all the lights are off as Ryan clicks on the nextmovie

It's the second Quiet Place movie which I'll never admit gave menightmares for at least two weeks.

Harper stills next to me when I sit.

“More like a fucker not a lover.” Blake adds again earning me anotherhateful stare from Ryan as Blake opens up the six pack and hands oneto Harper.

Since when does he share his beer?

It doesn't sit well with me.

Even an hour later when it's dark and we're all sitting in the living roomeating pizza and watching Netflix.

He keeps offering her random shit.

Need another napkin?

Another slice?

Oh look your drinks empty.

He's being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn't he knowRyan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going from textingon his phone to watching the movie to texting again.

He's probably horny

Whatever.

I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I'veofficially lost it. Without putting too much thought into it, I move fromthe chair to the couch she’s sitting on, Ryan's on her right. Blake is onthe floor facing the tv and I'm suddenly hot

Like really hot.

I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and toss it over Harper thenget up and make sure all the lights are off as Ryan clicks on the nextmovie

It's the second Quiet Place movie which I'll never admit gave menightmares for at least two weeks.

Harper stills next to me when I sit.

The flat screen is the only light flickering through the massive livingroom and I'm feeling buzzed. From the beer or from sitting next toHarper I'm really not sure, but I like it. I have a million sensationspulsing through my body as I sit next to her, thigh to thigh

I dip my hands under the blanket pulling it over my lap then reachacross and grip her thigh.

She jumps a foot

Ryan laughs, slapping his leg. “You're such a chicken shit, Harper, doyou need to close your eyes?

“Shut up.” She smacks him in the arm, he smacks her back, forcing herto scoot closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together and thatawareness won't go away no matter how many times I try to ignore it.I side eye Blake who seems to be more interested in the movie and hispizza before I slide my hand down her thigh again.

She's wearing leggings.

I can feel her pulse.

Her body heats as my fingers dance along her thigh, toying with her,playing with her, trying to see how far I can push her with her brothersitting mere inches from her.

She stiffens—spoiler alert-so do I.

I've never been so fucking horny in my life. I adjust myself underneaththe blanket and try to focus on the movie, then after a few minutes, Imove my hand up and dip it into her waist, adjusting my legs so itlooks like I'm getting more comfortable on the couch when really I'mshoving my hand down his sister's pants. Her fingers dig into my legllean in and whisper. “Sorry, I wanted a snack.”

She turns her head, her mouth inches from mine, “There's some pizzaleft”

“I wanted pussy.” I whisper.

She gulps. “You don't know what you want.”

“Shhhhh!” Ryan shoves her.

I pull my hand away from her heat, my body devastated with the loss.With a sigh she gets up and mumbles. “I'm going to the bathroom.”Leaving me wondering if I've pushed her too far.”

The guys are oblivious so I get up. “Anyone want more beer?”

“Sure.” Ryan yawns.

Blake shakes his head completely blitzed out as he takes another dragof his vape. “Nahhhhh.”

He's so stoned he probably thinks he’s at his house.

“Cool.” I bypass the kitchen and go straight to the guest bathroom.

I knock on the door twice.

She cracks it open

I shove it further, then shove her against the counter, and kiss the hellout of her slamming and locking the door behind us. “Fuck not doingthis,” jerk away briefly. “I'm going to have you and you're going tocome so hard you see stars.”

“Easton,” Her eyes fill with panic.

“Make no mistake,” I whisper against her mouth. “This time the lightsare on.”