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

everything will magically go

No more mystery girl.

No more fantasizing.

Nothing

fuck Aisha next week

had in years. I gently push her 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 that continues to grow like a bomb ready to go off in my

most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen in real life. I mentally take a picture as I flick 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

know why the hell I’m doing this

because I

you.” There’s nothing romantic about how I say

She doesn’t flinch

in her eyes, like she sees through all the

girl I’ve

my wrists pulling

I’m fucking entranced

hard and

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

of my jeans, then my zipper, I nearly black out when her

stars as her head descends, her hot mouth takes me in and I’m lost, pumping

cupping my balls. I grip her by the hair and hold her there as I fuck her mouth. Harper’s taking deep

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

and smiles

I’m gone.