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

all of us

about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what I actually said, only that I craved Harper’s anger, not her

are dangerous, just

warn her about

also needs to tell Ryan to watch out

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

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

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

because she’s making me react, not because ! have anything

solitary tear 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

can see

is her scent, like coconuts and

Harper gone from my

can still smell her, so she has to be

she’s

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

must be really wasted-like

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

ask him if he’s still having fun when

the hell?

step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the girls

to

woman

has a fucking

drunken people stumble in front of me, blocking my way. The world blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own