You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 13

Easton

I’m pissed, hating my reaction to Harper. Thinking of my mystery girl.

I’ve had her twice. Cat woman, whatever you want to call her, and now I can’t find her anywhere. All see is Harper. So, I do what anyone else does in extreme sexual frustration

I drink.

A lot.

I’m at least five shots in, plus two beers when I watch Harper collide

with Blake. I fully expected Harper to turn in disgust

Instead, I watched in mild horror when he leads her into the garage. The same sacred garage I was in earlier, ready to attack an anonymous girl’s mouth with every single kiss I have in my arsenal.

Before her phone went off, I was ready to strip my mystery girl bare, lay her against the fridge, the floor, really any strong surface was up for grabs.

I shove Aisha away after five minutes go by and Blake and Harper still don’t reappear and I grab another beer.

Aisha was pissed but whatever. Why the hell is Blake with Harper in the garage? And why do I even care?

It’s Harper. She’s Ryan’s problem.

Not mine.

And yet the idea of Blake even touching her fills me with something unfamiliar that I can’t identify

Before I know what I’m doing, I’m charging down the hall, thoughts still stuck on cat woman. Harper. They’re mixing. Mingling.

Maybe I’m hallucinating the entire thing and losing my mind. I mean, does the perfect girl even exist?

the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough

conversation between all of us is

shit. But for

dangerous, just like

warn her

needs to tell Ryan to watch

to walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off. Who the hell does she

as I grab her by the wrist and push her up against the wall, when something familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just

my fists

that she’s staring at me like

her because she’s making me react, not because ! have anything other than

her cheek, dripping off her jaw and onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost chest to chest, and how the

see are brown

scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like

backward and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my

still smell her, so she has

she’s haunting

and storms away, but I don’t even care at this point. I’m way too horny and drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So why does my chest feel tight? Why

must be really wasted-like

creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m

if he’s still having fun when both Sadie

the hell?

I take a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the girls

way,” I say to myself

woman is

that’s the case, Ryan has

me, blocking my way. The world blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie up turns from two girls into six.