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

all of us

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

are dangerous, just like Blake’s

warn her about

to watch out for our

Harper tried to walk past me like I didn’t exist, which pissed me off.

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

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 the devil, when I’ve never

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

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. How we’re almost chest to chest, and how the rest of the world goes suddenly

can see

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

so

like she’s haunting

I’m way too horny and drunk to care that I hurt her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So

must be

she’s the one. As creepy as

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

the hell?

but the scent disappears the moment the girls

to myself as chase after

Cat woman is

has a fucking war on

blurs and tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie