You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harper

His kiss is brutal. Punishing. Like he’s mad that it’s me, even though I’ve neither confirmed nor denied his accusation.

That’s what his words felt like-an accusation. I don’t think he’s pleased to discover that I’m the one he keeps kissing in dark corners at parties. Yet he’s also the guy who felt me up in a janitor’s closet and got me off with a few precise strokes of his fingers.

A shiver steals through me at the

Chanteren

memory. Or maybe the shiver was caused by the way his tongue just slid against mine

I reach between us, resting my hands on his broad chest. His skin is so warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, and his muscles are firm. Hard. He’s hard all over. I’m tempted to pull him closer, but I come to my senses at the last second and shove him with all my might

His mouth detaches from mine and he stumbles backwards, a dazed look on his face as he drinks me in. “What the fuck?”

“We can’t keep doing this,” I say.

“Right. Funny how we do keep doing it. Because you’re her,” he

states.

“Who’s her?” I’m still playing

stupid.

Easton shakes his head. “Don’t try and fake me out. I recognize your scent”

“I bought it at a store every girl know shops at.” That isn’t a lie. Dozens of us could be wearing this lotion right now.

His gravelly voice sends ripples of awareness down my spine. I don’t like how he’s looking at me. As

want, but I know

say nothing. I tear my gaze from his first storming away from

he didn’t chase after

hour until I

voice in my brain. You’re dying for him to touch you again. Kiss you again. Make good on

which makes no sense. I don’t understand him. He hates me, he wants to touch me. He thinks I’m a hideous troll, he wants to make

I don’t understand him.

into class, I plop into my seat, wariness zipping up my spine when I witness Blake spot me and make his way

“You okay?”

at him, surprised at the tenderness in his tone, the way he’s watching me as if he

say once I clear my

You look-flustered. Your cheeks are

can I tell him

giving you

 

way

out. I mean it, Harper. I don’t know why he’s

of him, I will.” Blake’s voice is ferocious, as is the gleam in his

Easton is doing to me. “And I don’t need you to fight my battles, Blake. I can handle Easton on

damnedest to tear you down while you

suddenly want to run to my rescue? I don’t

 

it for him? “I’m

next to me in history approaches his desk –the very one where Blake is sitting. “Hey,” he

chin

“You’re in my seat.”

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