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?

Harper laughing and standing close

conversation between all of

some such shit. But for the life of

dangerous,

to warn

to tell Ryan to watch

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

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 in all the right places, leaving me

my fists

blurs in front of me, and I’m more pissed off than I’ve been. Pissed off that

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

that I realize how close

see

can smell is her scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like something forbidden

thoughts of Harper gone from my head as

smell her, so she has to be

like she’s haunting

but I don’t 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 me want to

be

creepy as it would

stumble toward Ryan, ready to ask him if he’s still having fun when both Sadie and Harper reappear-right along

the hell?

closer, but the

say to myself

Cat woman is

Ryan has a fucking

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 front door. The view of Harper holding Sadie up turns from