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

between all of

But for the life of mel can’t remember what I actually said,

dangerous,

needs to warn her

needs to tell Ryan to watch out for our

walk past me like I didn’t exist, which

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 in all the

clench my

me, and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil, when I’ve never bothered her before in

react, not because

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

I can see are brown

can smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something

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

can still smell her, so

she’s

shoves me and storms away, 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

be really

the one. As creepy as it would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m ready to apply

still having fun when both Sadie

the hell?

a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the girls

I say to myself

Cat woman

has a fucking war on his

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