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?

garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught them, he’d start

between all of us

talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel

are dangerous, just like

warn her about

Ryan to watch out for

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

familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just the way she feels. Soft in all the right places, leaving me hard in all the wrong

clench my

off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring

because ! have anything other than annoyance

jaw and onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her.

see

I can smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should be

of Harper gone from my head as I eagerly search

her, so she has

she’s haunting

to care that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So why does my chest feel tight? Why does the sight of her walking away make me

be really wasted-like

waves me over to the keg, while I’m ready to smell every girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it

him if he’s still having fun when

the hell?

but the scent

way,” I say to myself as

Cat woman is

case, Ryan has a

tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of