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

all of us

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

smiles are dangerous, just like

needs to warn

needs to tell Ryan to watch out for our

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

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

I clench my fists at

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

hurt her because she’s making me react, not because !

falls from her eye and slides down 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.

see are

coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should be

and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my

can still smell her, so

like she’s

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 walking away make me

be really wasted-like

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

having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with

the hell?

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

I say to myself as

woman is

case, Ryan has a

as the alcohol hits. I slam into a