You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 42

Easton

What the actual fuck did I just witness?

After fighting off Aisha’s dirty claws as she tried her damnedest to pull me in for a kiss-not happening, not ever again-1 head for the gym to go to the pep rally and see Harper’s lips smashed against…

Blake’s.

Yeah.

No.

I storm toward them, ready to rip Blake off of her when Harper breaks away from him first, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. The look on her face clearly says, what did I do?

While the look on Blake’s face says, hell yeah.

Fucker.

My hands curl into fists as I wait for her to see me. Will her to see me with my mind.

Come on, Harp. Give me a look. Just one. You can do it.

But she doesn’t. She just laughs off whatever urge might’ve taken over the both of them, her gaze briefly cutting to mine only when she hooks her arm around Blake’s to let him lead her into the gym.

I glare, frozen, my fingers clenching and unclenching as I contemplate all the many ways I can rearrange Blake’s stupid face.

“…don’t know what came over you just now, but keep doing it,” Blake says with a

chuckle as they walk into the gym together.

Wait a minute.

kissed Blake? It wasn’t the

when I realize there are hundreds of us in the

to see Ryan approaching me. “Want to

I add

trying to find him, scowling when he does. “He keeps talking to my

completely. “Uh, don’t know how to tell you this, but I just saw them kissing in the hallway.”

Ryan sounds positively enraged. Good. Maybe he can kick Blake’s ass

going to do just that. “Bro, it was nothing. Seriously.” I’m downplaying it so my own mind won’t go into pure freak out mode. “I just thought you should know. Watch

e

a complete player. And no

bleachers and find a spot

next to Ryan. “Who are you talking about not being good enough

me with Harper and I send

starts to laugh. Slaps her knee like I told her a hilarious joke. “No kidding?

from who?” Ryan

it. This girl

two.” She waves a hand, dismissing us,

God the

with the beat while we all lose our minds in the stands. The

me in the crowd and never looks away once while she performs. It’s unnerving. I stare back, dead inside as I think of the way Harper

the

My friend.

How could he?

he not? Harper is a delectable little piece with a juicy ass and juicier lips. I’m dying to tap that juicy ass. Just once, to get her out

now. Hell, Aisha would too, since she’s still shaking her tits at me with that fuck

confusion in her eyes. What a load of shit. Who does this girl think she is? Playing the both of us

I’m over it.