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

everything will magically

No more mystery girl.

No more fantasizing.

Nothing

Aisha next

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

for her shirt and pull it over her head and I’m instantly rewarded with the 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 eyes are uncertain, they ask me if I like what I see, if I

know why the hell

I can’t

There’s nothing romantic about how

She doesn’t flinch

through

girl I’ve

my wrists pulling my

before and I’m fucking entranced as a topless Harper slowly descends to her knees then presses her palm

and

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

doesn’t do something. Her fingers move to the button of my jeans, then my zipper, I nearly black out when her hand tugs down both my

me in and I’m lost, pumping my hips as

by the hair and hold her

buckle. I’m surprised I’ve even lasted this long as she looks up at

and smiles

I’m gone.