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

of Harper and decide to stalk Sadie’s Instagram to make that happen, 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 kid in front of me to make sure the teacher can’t see what

a direct message from Harper

click on the

of us actually gave a shit …

Blake comment must have made her

me

check to make sure the teacher still can’t see me, and I switch to text, realizing I hadn’t saved her number in my

a thought

ass is reckless, and I accidentally leave my phone on a table

delete her name and type

Me: It’s Easton.

you finally realize that neither of us give a

Mystery Girl: Dick.

much, especially when it’s in your

swallowing my cum.

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

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 me instead

have Blake’s dick in your mouth? Shit, it sounds like

about Aisha. Now that’s a

Me: Jealous?

give the class your opinion on Scout’s relationship with her father, Atticus, which was covered in last night’s

up, the teacher standing

the messages you’ve been sending while you were supposed

Fuck me.

a way out of this, “is, you know, just like any other kid’s relationship with their parents at that age.” I look at my other

right,”

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

I nod.

wish she gave me an hour’s worth of detention, that would be much easier than reading the