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.

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

good-bye kiss?” he asks from

to push him away. I’ll tug him right

say softly, touching them with my free hand. “Now, you can dream about

the threshold and lock the

s

fortifying breath, the quivers leaping in my chest, the tingles exploding in

really just

reminiscing about the way Easton’s had felt when the lights turn on, the brightness so jarring,

believe my luck. If this had happened seconds before, everything would be

in here and our kiss is

at

and chest are flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My hair is in

at the words

His words. His hands.

All over me.

knock on the door and

it?”

Sadie, silly, let me

the moment the door is open. “What

do you mean?” I ask, wondering if she can tell what Easton and

you were,” she chastises, scooting

I smile, trying to

look all flushed.” She waves a hand toward my chest. “Your skin is splotchy.” Her

I open the

the vodka bottle.

was outside when it happened, and all the houses around us had

I tell her, not about to reveal the kiss with

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

Maybe

her elbow. “Too bad you weren’t locked in the

to the truth, it’s scary. “Ha ha, I

the crowded kitchen to head back outside, Sadie chatting a mile a minute while I don’t say a thing. My

at you,”

shrug. “So? It’s

watches me in wonder. “Wow, the lights go