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?

as I charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if Ryan caught them, he’d start

all of us is

being off limits or some such shit. But for the life of mel can’t remember what

dangerous, just

to warn her

to tell Ryan to watch out

to walk past me like I didn’t

can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s just

clench my fists at

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

making me react, not because ! have anything other than

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

I can see

smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like

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

can still smell her, so she

she’s haunting

her feelings. At least that’s what I tell myself. So why

must be really wasted-like

me 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 would sound if I was sober, in my current position I’m ready

if he’s still having fun when

the hell?

the scent disappears the moment

I say to myself as chase after

Cat woman is

the case, Ryan has a fucking war on

as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally reach my own front door.