You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 2

Easton

What the hell is my best friend’s twin wearing?

The bikini is a deep, dark green, which stands out against her smooth, olive skin. The girl has a lot of it. Skin. Acres and acres of it. The triangle top barely covers her tits. They’re huge.

Her brown eyes are wide and unblinking. She reminds me of an animal in the forest. The look on their face when they’re caught.

Right before you shoot it.

Ehaper

Unable to help myself, I raise a brow, never looking away from her. She’s fucking hot.

Like, I’d fuck her hot.

“Get some clothes on!” Ryan yells viciously at his sister, making her startle.

Like a scared little deer, she darts off, running back into the house. My gaze drops to her ass just as she opens the back door. That ass is round. A perfect handful. I could scoop her up and pull her to me, no problem

“What the hell is she thinking, wearing something like that?” Ryan mutters under his breath. He’s

very protective of his twin, though I always figured that was because she’s so damn skittish all the time. As if she’s afraid of her own shadow.

Maybe it’s because deep down he knows his sister is beautiful and he hangs out with a bunch of disgusting perverts who’d love to get her alone.

“Your sister is looking good” says Blake with a leer, the most perverted one of our group. He’s currently proving my point.

“Don’t you even think about her,” Ryan says, his voice dark, his expression thunderous. “She’s too good for you. For all of you.”

He says this to the entire table, including me.

“Not my type,” I say, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wider as I gaze out at the pool. 1 can feel Ryan watching me for a beat too long, but I refuse to look at him. Or say anything.

get with his sister, he needs to chill. She

She’s nothing

A nobody

Ryan pretty rapidly once his sister

soon, we’re all shit talking and doing round after round of shots. We‘ve moved on from the beer to cheap ass tequila because Ryan’s family doesn’t have a ton of money, so I toss it back without complaint. I’ll end up with a killer

forget. At least

nothing does. The pressure at home is mounting, and I can’t escape it. My father’s words

work with him. Immediately after

the last thing

I consume more tequila. I grab the bottle and drink straight from it while my friends cheer me on. Girls approach our table, their gazes finding mine, the sultry expressions telling me

willingly go anywhere with me. They know how l operate and they’re hoping they’re

gorgeous, with hot bodies on full display, not one of them interests me. The only thing I plan

he snatches the tequila out of my hands. “Sure hope you’ve got more where that came from,

a little to the side. That one girl who’s always doing what he wants, Sadie what’s her name, comes rushing over, like she’s going to rescue him.

go get it,”

away for a little bit. “Il grab it. Where do you keep

in the back corner of our

for the house, my gaze taking it in. They live in an older neighborhood, one that’s seen better days. The exterior of their two-story house could use a fresh new coat of paint. The roof looks in bad shape too. It’s not bad,

all

education, I guess. The rest of us come

we look like. But even rich people have

Big ones.

and closer to me. She smells like beer and heavy, expensive perfume. She’s wearing a black string bikini that barely covers

see all the

about, though of course, they know everything about me. They flirt and they protest and then, always, they give in. Making me feel like the

I don’t hear a damn word she says. I’m kind