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?

garage to find Blake and Harper

all of

and he’s talking about Harper being off limits or some such shit. But for the

dangerous,

to warn her about

Ryan to watch out for our other

and Harper tried to walk past me like I didn’t

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

my

been. Pissed off that she’s staring

hurt her because she’s making me react, not because ! have anything other than annoyance with

the space between us. It’s then that I realize how

can see

scent, like coconuts and sunshine-like

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

still smell her, so she

she’s haunting

away, 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 chase

must be really wasted-like

creepy as it would sound if I was

having fun when

the hell?

a step closer, but the scent disappears the moment the

say to myself as chase

woman

the case, Ryan has

as the alcohol hits. I slam into a few bodies until I finally