You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harper

That was close.

I press my fingers against my swollen mouth and try not to clench my legs too hard as remember the feel of Easton hard against me.

It was better than last time, more like a sex fueled dream.

A moment that can never happen again, if my brother has anything to say about it. He’s already going to be pissed enough when he sees my costume, please God let Sadie

 

calm him down. Besides when has Sadie ever failed me?

Everything’s going to be fine. Which is both a triumph and a disappointment. I stop in my tracks. If Easton knew, would he be touching me? Insecurity hits hard and fast as my boots click against the beautiful hard wood floors. With confidence I’m not really feeling, I adjust my black mask and walk into the kitchen.

I imagine it’s gonna be nothing but more booze flowing when I stop in my tracks and see Sadie and Ryan in a stand off.

She’s shoving at his chest, murder in her brown eyes as her batgirl

Chanter it

costume seems to tighten around strong, lean legs that look seconds away from jiu jitsuing my brother to the floor-if that’s even a thing.

“Take it back!” she yells.

No wonder she called.

I can’t decide if I’m thankful or disappointed at the interruption.

Ryan’s face is doing that scary, wide eyed rage filled stare thing that means he’s seconds away from either exploding or tossing her over his shoulder and taking out his anger in an entirely different, ewww my best friend and my brother way

“Ryan,” I call. “Stop yelling.”

 

“Stop yell-” His head swivels toward me.

And that’s when I see it.

I thought he was mad when I wore the bikini.

No. This is next level, I may die tonight

I gulp.

my head down

One word.

His jaw clenches.

only this

not invited and who the

everyone else

in a stand off between the two of us, the crowd continues to

hell are you thinking wearing

mouth the minute Easton makes his presence known in the kitchen. My

Shit.

this how he’s going to

officially hate

 

term where you kill

Fratricide?

attention-the thing I hate the

This is it.

moment Easton finds out my

me, making

up to Easton and throws

 

gymnast in

around his waist as she presses a drunken, open mouthed kiss

he sets her on her wobbly heels. Her white nurse outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and her long blonde wig looks better

throat as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and saunters off, away from

 

stabbing me in the heart and making me wonder why I even

 

in the

are you naked?” He shakes his head. “No, why the hell are

stomp up to him, ready to start world war three in the middle

 

girls near the fridge to hear. I want to die and refuse to look at who they are, too embarrassed to do anything except stand there. “Go change before I tell

me? Yeah okay, have fun when D ad buries your

wouldn’t.” He gasps in

I would.” I

on his hips.

 

alright? Just…for my sake, so I don’t go to prison before

forms in my

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