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

conversation between all of

off limits or some such shit. But

are dangerous, just like

to warn

to tell Ryan to watch out for our

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

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 the way she feels. Soft in all the right

my

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

not because !

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 rest

I can see are brown

is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that

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

her, so she

she’s haunting

this point. I’m way too horny and drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least

be really wasted-like

as it would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m ready to apply for a

stumble toward Ryan, ready to ask him if he’s still having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with that same tropical smell again.

the hell?

the scent

way,” I say to myself as chase after

woman is

case, Ryan has a fucking war on his

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