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?

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

all of

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

smiles are dangerous, just

to warn her about

to

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

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 the way she feels. Soft

clench my fists

that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil, when I’ve never bothered her before in

not because !

her eye and slides down her cheek, dripping off her jaw and onto the space between us. It’s then that I realize

can see are brown

coconuts and

and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my head as I eagerly search

still smell her, so she has to be

she’s

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

be

to smell every girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my current

if he’s still having fun when

the hell?

step closer, but the

say to

Cat woman is

that’s the case, Ryan has a fucking war on

front of me, blocking my way. The world blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a