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 enough

conversation between all of us is

or some such shit. But for the

are dangerous, just

warn

tell Ryan to watch out for our

tried to walk past me like I didn’t exist,

when something familiar washes over me. I can’t decipher if it’s her scent or if it’s

my fists

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

hurt her because she’s making me react, not because

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

like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden that should

of Harper gone from my head as I eagerly search for

still smell her, so she has to

she’s haunting

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 sight of her walking away make

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 to apply

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

the hell?

the scent disappears the moment

I say to myself

Cat woman is

the case, Ryan has a fucking war

tilts around me as the alcohol hits. I slam into a