You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 27

Easton

I have a serious problem.

And her name is mystery girl, Harper, off limits-take your pick. She’s an addiction I don’t want and I never asked for. Her tongue slips past her lower lip, tasting mine. I don’t know how to go slow when I’m with her and every time we break apart, I question my own sanity and then go back for seconds.

I’m supposed to be helping her find the jackass who messed up her locker, I’m not supposed to be kidnapping her, bringing her to my house and kissing her. I lost all self control once I had her in my Jeep

Maybe I just need to get her fully out of my system like a fucking cleanse or some shit. I haven’t fucked in two months. What Ryan doesn’t know won’t kill him, it’s not like little miss perfect would tell him anyways, she’d die before admitting to Ryan that we hooked up.

I can’t take it anymore.

The way she feels in my arms.

It’s so wrong.

I kiss her harder, angry at her for making me feel this way and angry at myself for lacking the will to stop my mouth from moving against hers.

She bunches my t-shirt in her hand and twists while I dig my hands into her hair pulling her tight against me, my dick strains against my jeans. I’m so hard I can’t think straight. She’s soft in all the right places. I want to explore and her still innocently kissing me like she has no clue I’m ready to throw her against the counter and fuck her senseless.

Ryan was right about me.

She should have listened to him.

She shouldn’t have gotten in my car with that knowledge and she sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing me back like she is-fuck I’m going to do it. Who cares if she’s a virgin, right?

Some sick part of me even acknowledges that I don’t want any other guy being the first even if it means I’m going to get her out of my system

be able to

will magically go

No more mystery girl.

No more fantasizing.

Nothing

even fuck Aisha next week just because I

away from me and hop down from the counter then pull her into my arms, our mouths clang against one another as I try to breathe between kisses, between the pressure building between us and the tension

off her bra and cup them in my hands. They spill over my fingertips, they’re so damn heavy I have to look, I have to pull away and see her creamy skin spilling past my fingertips. Her eyes are uncertain, they ask

why the hell I’m doing

because I can’t

fuck you.” There’s nothing romantic about

She doesn’t flinch

stance, in her eyes, like she sees through all the bullshit I try so hard

I’ve ever

my wrists pulling

I’ve never seen it before and I’m fucking entranced

so hard and sensitive it

my brain to even move, damn it I’ve never been this close

die before graduation if she doesn’t do something. Her fingers move to the button of my jeans, then my zipper, I nearly black

mouth takes me in and I’m lost,

the heat, the sucking, and the feeling of her cupping my balls. I grip her by the hair and hold

swirls along my tip making my knees buckle. I’m surprised I’ve even lasted this

eyelashes and smiles around

I’m gone.