You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 5

Harper

I can definitely see what I have done to him.

Oh my God, his dick is huge.

Massive.

I’ll never be able to handle it.

If I ever even get the chance to have it.

He thrust those hips against me so smoothly, my eyes nearly crossed. And the way the boy kisses…it’s as if I’ve died and I’m floating on a white, fluffy cloud,

only brought to life by his persuasive lips and delicious tongue. All that hip grinding and wandering hands and the heavy, hot breaths against my skin.

I’m practically a pile of sweaty goo on our bathroom floor.

No wonder people go on and on about sex. What I just experienced was freaking amazing, and it was merely a simple kissing session.

But I don’t care that he doesn’t want to leave, he needs to. Someone else could come knocking on the door or the lights could turn on at any second. What would happen then? Would Easton still feel the same way if he saw

who I was? Would he freak out that he’s been making out with his best friend’s sister?

I don’t know.

I also don’t want to take the chance of finding out.

I want to remember this night just like this, with my skin on fire and lips stinging and swollen and the memory of him telling me how hot my body is.

“Easton…” I start, finding his waist, touching his chiseled muscles, my fingers getting lost in the grooves between each ab. I open my mouth to tell him to leave. I need so badly to say those words, but

the way his hard-on is pressed against me, the way his body feels so scrumptious under my hands, my head is filling with other thoughts.

Ones that involve him staying and his mouth returning to mine and

No, Harper

This has to end.

Now.

“Easton,” I attempt again, “you really have to go,” I reinforce, leading him in the dark toward the door.

His fingers graze my chin. “You’re going to miss my mouth.”

He’s right about that.

air, giving myself the courage to jumble with the lock, twisting it vertically, the

kiss?” he

I won’t have the strength to push him away. I’ll tug him right back inside and let him untie every string of

my lips taste like,” I say softly, touching them

through the threshold and lock the

s

the quivers leaping

that really just

my fingers over my lips, reminiscing about the way Easton’s had felt when the lights turn on, the

luck. If this had happened seconds before,

in here and

at my reflection

mess. My cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My hair is in chaos from

skin grows warmer at the words

His words. His hands.

All over me.

on the door

is it?”

silly,

face the moment the door is

wondering if she can tell what Easton and I just

idea where you were,” she chastises, scooting

I smile, trying to hide

Her gaze catches on the vodka bottle Easton must’ve left behind. “Ooh, check it

on.” I open the

bottle. “Why did

happened, and all the houses

out in the bathroom the whole time,” I tell her, not about to reveal the

savor it-try to recall everything he did and said. Relive it moment by moment.

Maybe

me with her elbow. “Too bad you

to the truth,

outside, Sadie chatting a mile a minute while I don’t say a thing. My

are staring at you,” Sadie

It’s

the lights