You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 3

Harper

I’m staring out the small bathroom window like a complete peeper, watching Easton

Always with my eyes on Easton.

He’s drinking a lot tonight, and he doesn’t seem happy. There’s pain etched in his features, shading his eyes. There’s no smile on that perfect mouth, and he’s greedy with the tequila bottle, not willing to share it. I watch as he tips it back, his throat moving as he swallows, and I’m fascinated.

Who knew drinking could be so sexy?

Ryan talks to Sadie. I’m sure he’s asking her to do something for him. He’s so awful to her. I tell her over and over again she’s wasting her time, but she won’t listen to me. Guess that’ll be a lesson she has to learn for herself.

It’s not Sadie who runs the errand for my brother though. It’s Easton who rises from his chair, his tall, powerful frame moving with ease as he makes his way toward our crappy little house. Wincing, I consider making a run for it so I can hide out in my bedroom, but it’s like I can’t move.

My gaze is fixed on him.

He pauses right in front of the window I’m standing in front of, and I’ve never been more grateful for the opaque glass that makes it so no one can see through it from the outside. He won’t be able to see me, thank goodness.

But I can see him.

Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Tanned skin stretches over bulging muscles. His chest is smooth, his pecs developed and those six pack abs are utterly lickable. The thought alone makes me blush, because I can’t imagine putting my tongue anywhere on Easton’s body

Wait a minute. That’s crap. I can imagine putting my tongue everywhere on Easton’s body, and I bet he’d enjoy every second of it. I know I would

Withholding the sigh that wants to escape, I watch as he chats with a pretty girl who’s a year younger than us. She’s barely dressed in that black string bikini she’s got on, and she’s thrusting her chest out toward Easton as if silently demanding he look at it. There’s not even a flicker of interest on his face and I can tell she’s disappointed. To the point that she leaves in a huff, and he enters the

house.

crap. He’s in my

always here, and considering we’re not one of the rich kids

though. It’s as if he’s completely ashamed of the place. I

so I can dart upstairs, but what if Easton

tried coming in

of the windowsill before! dare to turn around. The door opens at the exact same moment as I turn, and I wait in breathless anticipation to see who it is

What the hell? Why would they

shuts, but I know

a quiet snicking sound. The turn of a lock. Something heavy

smell him. Men’s cologne.

boy is

But who?

I’m about to turn back toward the window so I can see what’s going on

power go

down my spine. I know that voice. Holy

his head terribly close to mine. So close,

don’t know what you’re talking

into mine and I reach for the windowsill, holding on tight. I can feel every inch of him mold against me, and I wonder if he knows who I

sort of

care. It feels

around me, his strong arms boxing me in, his hands settling on the windowsill