You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Harper

It's like the Easton Twilight zone. He shoves me away, pulls me close, hekisses me with the same mouth that curses me. I don't think he evenknows what he wants, but it's addicting and stupid the way he kisseslike I'm forever when I'm not even a right now.

This time he doesn't take my shirt off, he just shoves it up while hismouth devours mine, his lips and tongue moving at a pace that drivesme insane, I can't digest what's even happening because it's happeningso fast.

It's Easton's house.

Easton's bathroom.

My brother is in the next room over eating pizza like everything isnormal and I'm sucking on Easton's tongue while he bites down on mylip.

This is not a normal Monday.

This is not a normal day.

I want to shove him away because I know this means nothing to him,but I can't help the way I feel. That way I've always felt.

Selfishly 1 want this maybe more than he does.

Even if tomorrow he goes back to ignoring me. So I say it, out loud, Idon't want to get hurt and he has the power to do exactly that. “Thismeans nothing.”

He moans into my mouth. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It's just sex.” I agree even though I know it's not. Even though this willbe my first time and everything is right and wrong and confusing andimperfect.

“One hundred percent.” He agrees, his mouth leaving mine briefly as hekisses my chin then roughly pulls my leggings down along with myunderwear, I'm completely bare to him. I have no time to beembarrassed. Cold air hits my ass as he lifts me onto the countertugging off my shoes, socks, and letting my leggings dangle from myright leg while he unbuttons his jeans.

1 help him.

Something is seriously wrong with us.

If someone told me to stop, I'd compare it to withholding your breath,with choosing not to breathe.

It's impossible to survive.

His every touch feels like fresh air, I suck him in like an addict-he holdsme close like an addiction

His jeans slide down his perfect ass annoying me to no end as hereaches into the drawer by the sink pulling out a condom.

This is happening.

“Easy access?” I taunt.

“Put them in here while you ordered the pizza.” He says kissing meharder.

“So,” I pull away. “This was planned?”

“No.” He admits, his eyes unfocused, crazy. Just hopeful. Do you reallythink I'm that insane to fuck you with your brother sitting on mycouch.”

“Yes.” I reach for him, biting down on his bottom lip. “I do.”

“That hurts so good.” He ducks his head into my hair, his lips on myneck, frozen there like he wants to memorize the moment when he'salready promised it means nothing to him. “No jokes about going fast.”“No jokes about being a slut.”

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“You aren't a slut.” He says it so seriously so softly that I look at him, hiseyes lock on mine, and then he’s kissing me again, eyes open, eyessearching, filling. “Tonight, you're just mine.”

He owns me.

He's owned me since my brother announced he had a new best friend.And I've wanted him since I can remember.

Without looking away from me he tugs the foil wrapper open, he putson the condom. I'm afraid to look down.

But when I do it's to see his fingers creeping up my thighs pulling themfurther apart as he tucks himself back in like he's changed his mind, andshocks the hell out of me by licking his lips. “Sorry I think I prefer asmall snack right now.”

I realize I'm shaking.

He knows it.

I don't know what to say as he presses his palm against me, his fingergently making my body tremble as he replaces each spot that's needy forhim, empty for him

His kiss is soft in the next instant, disarming me as his fingers move. Mylips part on a scream as he covers my mouth with his other handfingering me, before his mouth replaces them-his tongue is invasiveand hot. It's perfect. He knows exactly what he's doing and who he’sdoing it to. My head falls back against the mirror. He's gripping myhips, his mouth killing me slowly, as he alternates between kissing andsucking.

I feel tears. I'm not embarrassed. I'm scared. Scared this feeling will goaway, scared this means too much to me and nothing at all to him.

So I remind him again between kisses. “This means nothing.”“Nothing.” He grunts. “Nothing at all.”

“Never.” My eyes well up with unshed tears.

I refuse to let them fall.

“Never.” He echoes his hands move to my face, our mouths are atangled web of lies, deceit and lust. “Never.”

A hand moves between my thighs, I spread them open as he moves hispalm against me setting me off in a way I don't expect.

He whispers my name and it doesn’t sound like a curse, it's gentle, sad,it's everything I wanted, nothing he'll ever admit probably evenhappened.

“Fuck, Harper,” He feels me let go and pulls back gripping himself in hishand, pumping wildly while his other hand finishes me off. It's thesexiest thing I've ever

seen in real life. “Fuck.”

My head slams back against the mirror, his breath is labored. Easton'seyes open searching for mine. In any other situation I would havethought we were having a moment but too soon it's gone.

I hear Ryan's voice. “Guys? Where did you go? Damn I'm high...”Easton relaxes like he's glad Blake clearly shared the goods.

Two hours later we decide to stay the night after my uber never showedand Sadie never answered. The boys are too high so of course I'mtrapped.

An hour after I lay down and attempt sleep and the house is silent, Ihear a creak in the floor. The guest room door opens.

And Easton is crashing in my bed, an arm wrapped around me.

I don't sleep for a while, I just repeat to myself over and over again.“Remember, this means nothing.”