You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 33

Easton

I can’t believe Blake even bothered to save his number in Harper’s phone. It’s not like he actually gives a shit about her or wants anything more than her pussy. His game is the same as mine-sleep with the hottest girls in our school and bust out of here the second we graduate.

But it takes balls to tread on our best friend’s sister.

Can’t I say the same thing about me?

No.

The same isn’t true at all because the first time my mouth was on her, I didn’t know it was Harper. The second time, in her cat costume, I didn’t know either. She was just Mystery Girll to me.

But now?

Fuck.

She’s a goddamn tease with the tightest ass and a rack unlike I’ve ever touched before, nipples. I want to pull into my mouth and bite.

My dick is getting hard again as I find my seat in the last row of English class.

And to think the hard-on Harper had given me in the library had just died down, but it’s back and roaring to be inside of her.

“Easton, you’re late,” my teacher says the moment my ass hits the chair.

“Sorry, traffic jam in the stairwell. Won’t happen again.”

Ryan turns toward me from three rows ahead and laughs. He’s looking all studious with his notebook in front of him, pencil in hand, his gaze now on our teacher who’s

going over the chapters that had been assigned as homework last night.

Chapters I haven’t read because I spent the night with Harper instead.

I’m going to have to copy Ryan’s notes after school, there’s no way I can pay attention right now.

when his sister is owning every thought in

so I reach into the top of my bookbag, secretly sliding my phone into my hand. As I touch the screen, I hide behind the

a direct message from Harper

click on

gave

Blake comment must have made her feel

of me

make sure the teacher still can’t see me, and I switch

a thought hits

Ryan sees my screen one day, when my drunk ass is reckless, and I accidentally leave my phone on a

her name and type

Me: It’s Easton.

finally realize that neither of us

Mystery Girl: Dick.

very much,

swallowing my cum.

two seconds you lasted. Unless it meant something to you. Yikes,

position as the teacher moves to a different white board. When my eyes return to my phone, I read Harper’s message again, imagining what she’ll taste like when I lick her pussy again. What she’ll sound like when she’s finally begging for my dick, when she gets hours of

dick in your mouth? Shit, it sounds like you

should talk about Aisha. Now that’s a girl who definitely knows her

Me: Jealous?

my teacher says, “why don’t you give the class your opinion on Scout’s relationship with her father, Atticus, which was covered in

slowly gaze up, the

read to the class the messages you’ve been sending while you were supposed to

Fuck me.

into my pocket. “Their relationship,” I begin, needing to find a way out of this, “is, you know, just like any other kid’s relationship

definitely right,”

turns around, glancing over her shoulder after a few paces. “Your phone stays in

I nod.

would be much easier than reading the chapters and writing