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?

charge into the garage to find Blake and Harper laughing and standing close enough that if

between all of

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

are dangerous,

needs to warn her

to tell Ryan to watch

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

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

I clench my

I’ve been. Pissed off that she’s staring at me like I’m the devil, when I’ve never bothered her

me react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance

then that I realize how close I’m standing in front of her. How we’re almost

can see are brown

is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should

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

still smell her, so she has

she’s

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

be really wasted-like

ready to smell every girl’s neck to see if she’s the one. As creepy as it would sound if

stumble toward Ryan, ready to ask him if he’s still having fun when

the hell?

but the scent disappears the moment the

I say to

woman is

case, Ryan has a fucking war

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