You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Harper

I can't move. I think that orgasm just killed me. Or maybe I'm paralyzedfor life. I'm not

sure.

I sort of don't care

Easton grabs one of the condom packets and I watch as he tears itopen and rolls it onto his erection. He positions himself above me, hisexpression pained as he grips the base, the head right there, poised atmy entrance. We stare at each other, our breaths accelerated and thenslowly, carefully, he pushes inside of me.

I close my eyes as I feel him stretch me wide. Oh God it-it stings. Hurts.But I don't stop him. I breathe shallowly, reminding myself to relax. Ican take it. I can take this.

Once he's fully inside of me, he pauses, and I crack my eyes open toreplace him watching me.

“You okay?" he rasps

I nod, unable to speak.

He starts to move, slowly at first, me awkward beneath him until weeventually establish a rhythm. And though it's not the most pleasantfeeling I've ever experienced, I can tell he's enjoying it from the wayhe’s continuously cursing beneath his breath, his movements comingfaster and faster.

Until he's pounding inside of my body, our sweaty skin sticking. His lowgroans send a shiver through me, and when he reaches in between usto brush his fingers against my

clit?

“Oh God," I gasp, my eyes flying open when he increases his speed.

I can't catch my breath. He's moving so fast, thrusting. Withdrawing.Thrusting again. Out of nowhere he shouts, and I realize he's coming,his big body consumed with shivers as I cling to him, a small orgasmrippling through me thanks to his insistent fingers on

my clit.

We collapse in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs and he rolls off of me,pulling me with him. His mouth is at my forehead as he breathesheavily and I run my hand up and down his chest, shifting lower totrace his abs.

“Jesus,” he finally manages to say.

I giggle.

I can't help it and he starts chuckling, until we're both laughing, my facepressed against his neck, his arms around my waist. Eventually ourlaughter dies and he’s pulling away from me, but I don't want to let himgo.

“I need to get rid of the condom,” he whispers.

“Oh.” I release him, feeling dumb, my gaze trailing his every move as heexits my bedroom and enters the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, thewater run and then he’s back, slipping beneath my comforter andpulling me back into his arms. I settle my head on his chest and closemy eyes, content.

“Should I leave?” he asks a few minutes later, his fingers in my hair,combing through the still damp strands.

I lift my head. “Why would you leave?”

“Ryan might come back soon.”

“I don't care if he does.”

“I'm sure he's pissed at me.”

“He'll get over it,” I reassure him.

“How can you be so sure? And why is he so damn protective of you allthe time?" The irritation in Easton's voice is obvious.

“Well, look at you. You're his best friends and you're all a bunch ofmanwhores.” I'm teasing, but then again not. “He wanted to keep youaway from me so you couldn't hurt me.”

His expression turns serious as he continues brushing his fingersthrough my hair. “1

don't want to hurt you ever again, Harper.”

My heart cracks. Who knew Easton could be so sweet? “You won't.” Ilean in and brush my mouth against his. “I won't let you.”

He smiles against my lips. “So you're a badass now?”

“I was always a badass,” I say, kissing him yet again. “You just didn'trealize it."

“True.” His hand slides down my back, settling on my butt.

“Are we going to keep doing this?” I ask.

“If by this you mean fuck?” He squeezes one butt cheek. “Yeah. You gota problem with that?”

“No,” I whisper as he rolls back over on top of me. “Not at all.”

We lost all track of time but It didn't matter because my parents are stillout of town and Ryan never managed to come home. Easton orderedpizza and we ate it naked in bed together. We used up all three ofthose condoms and wished for more. We fell asleep in each other'sarms and slept that way all night. I woke up rested and refreshed and...With a giant boner brushing against my backside.

“Good morning,” he murmurs into my neck, his deep, sleep roughenedvoice making my pussy flutter.

“You're definitely-awake.” I rub my butt against his erection

He chuckles. God, I love a happy Easton. “I really wish I'd bought morecondoms last night.”

He'd wanted to leave at one point and pick up more at a store but Iconvinced him to stay. I was scared he might leave and never comeback.

Stupid, I know.

“We can pick up more today,” I suggest.

“We should.” He kisses my neck. “I'm hungry.”

“Me too.” He rests his hand on my stomach just as it growls. “Starvedreally.”

“We should go somewhere.”

“Okay.” Yes, in public. Maybe we could run into people from school andthey could see us together. Public confirmation would be perfect.“Let's go then.” He pulls away from me and rolls out of bed, my gazelanding on the perfection that is his bare ass.

“I should shower first.”

He turns to face me, his cock half erect. “Together?”

“Sure,” I say, feeling suddenly shy.

We're just entering my bathroom when I hear the sound of the frontdoor unlocking. We both freeze, our gazes meeting.

“Ryan?” Easton asks.

“Must be,” I whisper.

“Harper! Ryan! Get down here!”

Wait a minute. That was

“Your dad,” Easton says, his eyes wide.

“Hold on.” I take his hand and drag him into my room. “Stay here.”Easton slips on the sweats he borrowed from Ryan-he never did pull hisclothes out of the dryer-while I throw on an old T-shirt and a pair ofpanties.

"Harper! Get down here right now!” This time it's Mom yelling.

“I'll be right back,” I tell Easton. “Don’t leave this room.”

He grabs me by the waist, delivering a blistering kiss to my lips beforehe shoves me out of my room. “Good luck.”

I race down the stairs and bolt out the front door, stopping on the frontporch when my parents swivel their heads in my direction.

“Hey. You guys are home early.” I try to smile brightly, like it's no bigdeal, but inside I'm quivering, I'm so freaked out.

“Yeah well, we realized we needed to come right home after wecouldn't get a hold of you or Ryan all night long and our neighborcalled us at six in the morning letting us know about-“Mom waves ahand in the direction of the garage door. “—this. Care to explain whatit's all about?”

My gaze slowly shifts to the garage door Mom's pointing at and mystomach drops when I see it.

Oh no