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?

Harper laughing and standing

conversation between all of us is

some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what

smiles are dangerous, just

warn her about

also needs to tell Ryan to watch out for our

were said, and Harper tried to walk past me like I didn’t exist,

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

my fists at

me, and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m

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

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. How we’re almost

see

scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should be

here.” I stumble backward and turn, all thoughts of Harper gone from my head

can still smell her, so she

she’s

that I hurt her feelings. At least

must be

while I’m ready 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

fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along with that same

the hell?

closer, but the scent disappears the moment

to

woman

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

the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie up