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.

about me 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

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 hangover

At least for a

home is mounting, and I can’t escape it. My

to come work with him. Immediately

the last thing I want to

I grab the bottle and drink straight from it while my friends cheer me on. Girls approach

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

of them interests me. The

Blake gripes when he snatches the tequila out of my hands. “Sure hope you’ve got more where

Ryan says, leaping to his feet, wobbling 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. Pathetic. “In the

get it,”

little bit. “Il grab it. Where do you keep

corner of our pantry. You can’t miss it!”

in. They live in an older neighborhood, one that’s seen better days. The exterior of their two-story house could use

from money. We all know

them to have a better education, I guess. The rest of us come from mega rich families who don’t have to worry

what we look like. But even rich people have

Big ones.

I approach the back door, talking to me nonstop as she shifts closer and closer to me. She smells like beer and heavy,

I’ll see all

Like they have no idea what I’m about, though of course, they know everything about me. They flirt and they protest and

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