You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Easton

“I really hope your parents aren't going to go tubbing tonight,” Harpersays, her legs wrapped around me, her hand playing with the back ofmy wet hair.

“Why do you say that?”

"What we just did in here.” Her eyes go wide. “That would be all kindsof wrong .. no?"

I laugh.

When she breaks it down that way, she has a point.

But I have good news to share and say, “I'm the only one who uses it.My brothers used to before they graduated and still lived at home, butnow that they have their own places, it's just me. My parents don't evengo in the pool.” .

“I'm relieved to hear that.”

I touch her pussy, just the outside edge, needing to feel its heat again,my mind focused on only one thing. “Relieved ... and sore, I imagine.”Three times in a two-hour span. That isn't a record for me, but it'sprobably close.

I can't get enough of her. I knew that long before, when she was onlygiving me small tastes, but now that I've felt her wetness, her tightness,the way her pussy molds around my cock because it's only ever had meinside of it ...

Fuck.

There isn't anything better.

“I am, a little bit,” she admits.

I put my arm around her and pull her toward the stairs. “Let's get out ofhere. We'll take a shower and go grab some pizza. Sound good?”

“I love that idea.”

We're walking down the steps when I hear my phone ring. I know it'ssomewhere in my pants and I hurry over to where I left them, searchingthe pockets until it's in my hand.

Ryan's name is on the screen.

Is he calling to chew me out for getting Harper dismissed from school?The only way he would know is if he saw us walk by his classroomwindow. A possibility, but something! doubt he would care about.Maybe he's looking for her and tried calling her first and she didn'tanswer

Regardless, I know better than to ignore him.

I turn around, facing Harper, showing her the screen where his nameappears. “It's your brother..."

"Yikes."

I hold the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

I continue to stare at Harper. “Home. Why?"

“Meet me at Shore right now.”

Shore is one of the restaurants downtown that we often meet up at onthe weekends. We don't ever go there after school, which is why I can'tfigure out Ryan's request.

“Right now?" I ask. “Why? What's so important?”

“Just come-and hurry up, I'll explain everything once you get here.”“Are you .. alone?”

“Yeah, I'm fucking alone. Who do you think I'd be here with?”

I don't take the time to answer his question. I just need to know if he’swith Sadie, which would mean I could bring Harper.

Since that isn't the case, I say, “I'll be right there,” and I hang up.

I move over to the chair that's holding Harper's clothes and toss overher pants and shirt. As she catches them, I tell her, “Get dressed, I haveto go.” I put on my own clothes,

frustrated when the zipper doesn't rise fast enough

“I don't understand what's happening, Easton.”

I slip my arms through my shirt. “Your brother needs me forsomething.”

“Am I coming along, too?”

“No.”

She halts, her pants halfway up her legs. “No?”

“No,” I repeat.

“So, we're not going to get something to eat?”

I put on my shoes. “I'm dropping you off at home. If there's time later,I'll come pick you back up.”

“You do realize how fucked up that is, don't you?” .

She's pissed.

I get it.

But there was urgency in Ryan's voice. Something I don't hear often.Something that tells me whatever he needs me for is important.

I don't want to waste time arguing with Harper, so I move in behindher, grabbing her shirt from her hands, and helping her put it on. “We'lldiscuss it later-once I'm done with Ryan.”

Now that she’s dressed, I pick up the empty glasses and carry theminside. I place them into the sink at the bar, and make sure Harper istrailing me as I head out to my Jeep.

We climb in and before her seatbelt is even on, I'm backing out of thedriveway, flooring the gas, taking every shortcut I know to get across toher side of town.

She's quiet during the drive and every time I glance at her, I see heranger building. I'm sure she thinks I'm putting her last, choosing herbrother over her.

I suppose I am.

But this is different, this is somehow very important, and whatever iseating at Ryan especially if it's about Harper and me and his desire tohash things out again with his fists-1 don't need her involved.

When I pull up to her house, she opens the door without sayinganything and starts to get out of my Jeep.

“Harper ... “I clasp her arm, causing her to turn around and look at me.“I'll be back later, and we can talk then.”

"Sure. Whatever.”

She shuts the door and walks into her house, and I take off, weavingdown the streets until I see Ryan parked along the side of therestaurant. I replace an open spot fairly close to his and meet him on thesidewalk.

“I got here as fast as I could,” I tell him.

He looks murderous, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaws grindingtogether.

“I drove by here on my way home from school and look what I cameacross.” He nods toward the other side of the street where Blake's car isparked.

"So?" I can't piece this together. “He ditched school and came out toeat. What's the big_deal?”

At least I assumed that's what happened since he wasn't in history classtoday.

“I wanted to see if he was in his car,” Ryan says, “but his windows aretoo tinted to see from here, so I went over to look.”

I follow him over to Blake's SUV and we stand by the trunk.

“I checked the driver's side, and he wasn't in there,” Ryan continues,adding to the mystery of this conversation. “I don't know what mademe come back here and look.” Ryan cups his hands around his eyes,blocking the sun as he presses his face against the rear glass of Blake'sX5.

There's obviously something in there that he wants me to see, so I cupmy hands around my eyes, just like he’s doing, and I peer inside.

“And look at what I fucking replace .." Ryan hisses.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what I'm looking at.

But when I do, I lean back and glare at my best friend. “Thatmotherfucker,” I growl, my fingers clenching into fists. “I'm going tofucking kill him.”