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?

through me as I charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught them, he’d start

conversation between all of us is

stumbling Sadie soon appeared, followed by Ryan, and he’s talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what I actually said, only that

smiles are dangerous, just like

to warn

tell Ryan to

like I didn’t exist, which

to threaten her 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 the way she feels. Soft in all the right places, leaving me hard

my fists

off that she’s staring at me like I’m the

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

that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost chest

see are brown

smell is her scent, like coconuts and

thoughts of Harper gone from my head

can still smell her, so she has to

she’s haunting

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 does the sight of her

must be really wasted-like

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

having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with that same tropical smell again.

the hell?

I take a step closer, but the scent disappears

say to myself as

woman is

that’s the case, Ryan has a

me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few