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.

chill.

She’s nothing

A nobody

Ryan pretty rapidly once his

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 tomorrow, but it’ll

to help me forget. At least for a

is mounting, and I can’t escape it. My father’s words are always in my head, lingering long after he leaves for yet another business trip.

me to come work with him.

thing

straight from it while my friends cheer me on. Girls approach our table, their gazes finding mine, the sultry expressions telling me everything

l operate and they’re hoping

full display, not one of them interests me. The only thing I plan on holding tonight is a

snatches the tequila out of

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

get it,”

rise to my feet, feeling the need to get away for a little bit. “Il grab it. Where do you keep the alcohol

the back corner of our pantry. You can’t miss

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

twins don’t come from money. We all know this. They attend Washington High

guess. The rest of us come from mega rich families who don’t have to

what we look like. But even rich people have

Big ones.

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

I’ll see

that? 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

kind of over that scene. The fluttering damsel in distress type who’s helpless unless a big,