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.

trying to get with his sister, he needs to chill. She doesn’t interest me. You see one pair of tits you’ve seen them

She’s nothing

A nobody

leaves Ryan pretty rapidly once his sister

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

me forget. At

is mounting, and I can’t escape it. My father’s words are always in my head, lingering

with him. Immediately

last thing I

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 everything they’re

with me. They know how l operate and they’re hoping they’re next. The chosen one

them all being gorgeous, with hot bodies on full display, not one of them interests me. The

tequila out of my hands. “Sure hope you’ve got more where that came

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.

get it,” Sadie

a little bit. “Il grab it. Where do you keep the alcohol in your house,

the back corner of our pantry. You can’t

The exterior of their two-story house could use a fresh new coat of paint.

come from money. We all

education, I guess. The rest of us

that’s what we look like. But even rich people

Big ones.

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

see all

I like a little mystery with my encounters. Girls who act coy. Like they have no idea what I’m about, though of course, they know everything about me. They flirt and

her moving lips, but I don’t hear a damn word she says. I’m kind of over that scene. The fluttering damsel in distress type who’s helpless unless a