You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Easton

Adrenaline races through my veins, making me tense. Eager. I drive likea madman to Harper's house, pulling into her driveway so fast I see herjerk against the seatbelt.

Shit. I need to get myself under control.

We hop out of the Jeep without a word and I fall into step behind her,waiting impatiently as she unlocks the front door. She glances over hershoulder at me, her expression full of heated promise before she startsup the stairs. I slam the door behind me and follow her up, grabbingher by the waist the moment we're in her bedroom, and I haul her tome.

“Finally,” I murmur just before I kiss her.

She returns the kiss with as much enthusiasm as I'm feeling. I can’t stopthinking about what happened in the parking lot-and how fuckingsurreal the entire moment was. Did I actually confess my feelings forthis girl in front of her brother and everyone else?

Or did I stake a claim on her because, as Blake the asshole so kindlypointed out, I hate to lose?

Yeah no. It has nothing to do with losing and everything to do with thisperfect, delicious girl in my arms. With the intoxicating mouth andcurvy body. The perfect ass and giant tits that are currently pressedfirmly against my chest.

Fuck, just having this girl in my arms sets my blood on fire.

I cup the side of her face, tilting her head to change the angle of ourkiss and when my tongue strokes deep, my mystery girl moans.

My cock hardens in response.

Tiny shivers ripple through her and when I finally break away from herlips, her teeth are literally..

Chattering?

“You're shivering.” I run my hands up and down her back, trying towarm her up, knowing the wet clothes we're wearing don't help. “Areyou cold?”

She gives a jerky nod. “Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe we should strip.”

“1-1 should take a shower first.”

Igo completely still for a moment before I slowly pull away, a devioussmile stretching across my face. “I'm down.”

“Um, not together.” She shakes her head, seemingly embarrassed “Idon't think I'm ready for that yet.”

I'm such an asshole. Of course she’s not. This girl is a freakin’ virgin, forthe love of God. I need to move slow. “Okay. Just know I won't pushyou for anything you don't want to do.”

Her smile is faint. “You're so sweet.”

No girl has ever called me sweet. That's not a word anyone uses todescribe me, ever. “Yeah, don't let it get around.”

Her laugh is soft and settles low in my gut. “Okay, there's the mean boywho pushed me into a supply closet and shoved his hand down mypants.”

I slip my fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back so her gazemeets mine. “I'm sure I could shove you into a closet somewherearound here and relive the moment.”

Harper slowly shakes her head, her fingers going around my wrist andremoving my hand from her face. “I need to shower first. Do you wantto take one after me?”

Hell no. I don't want to waste any more time. “I just want to get out ofthese clothes.”

“Find something in Ryan's room to wear and throw your wet clothes inthe dryer. You know where the laundry room is, right? You know how towork a dryer?”

She looks so amused, teasing the rich guy.

“I know where the laundry room is and I know how to work a dryer. Mymaid showed me.” I'm teasing her right back. We don’t have a maidand she knows it

But we do have a housekeeper.

She gently shoves me away and I nearly topple over, it's so unexpected.I like this side of Harper. She’s much more confident. Maybe that'sbecause she knows how I feel?

“Come back and wait for me in here, okay? I won't take long.”

“I'm not going anywhere,” I growl, pulling her in for one last, lingeringkiss. “Hurry up.”

“I will,” she says as she starts to pull away from me.

I give her a firm smack on the ass that sends her running out of herroom and straight into the bathroom, slamming the door. Withinseconds I hear the water turn on and the wet plop of clothes landing onthe floor. My imagination goes into overdrive and I wait there in thehall, straining to hear what Harper's doing next while my cock stretchesagainst the damp fly of my jeans.

Shaking my head, I go into Ryan's room, rummaging through his stuffuntil I replace a pair of gray sweats. That's all I need.

Not like I plan on keeping them on for long.

I head downstairs for the laundry room, stripping my clothes off beforeI toss them all into the dryer. Once I've got the sweats on, I'm racingback up to her room and settling on the edge of Harper's bed, keepingthe door open as I wait for her. She's still in the shower. I can hear thewater running and it's taking everything I've got not to barge in thereand join her.

But I don't. I'm respecting her wishes.

I grab my phone and check social media, not surprised whatsoever tosee my confession playing out on a smattering of Instagram storiesfrom a variety of angles. Guess everyone had their cameras out for thismoment. The biggest player asshole in school confessing he hasfeelings for the girl no one pays attention to.

Gotta document it.

I watch the stories, caught up in the look on Harper's face as shewatches me, her eyes full of unknown emotion when I say I couldn't lether walk away. That I cared about her a lot. And those are such ineptwords. They don't describe how I really feel about her

Hell, I don't know exactly what I feel toward her, but I know one thing.It's overwhelming. Like an addiction.

All I want is Harper.

I notice on someone's story the look on Blake's face when I kiss Harper.The way his fists clench, like he wants to beat my ass. I spot Ryan, andwhile he seems disgusted, he also appears at a loss.

Like he can't protect his twin sister any longer.

And then there's Aisha’s expression when she spots us kissing. The lookof utter disgust when Harper smiled at her. The venom in Aisha’s eyes.My stomach drops.

That girl?

Is fucking trouble.