You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 47

Easton

Blake’s hands clench into fists as he glares at me from the end of the hallway, his nostrils flaring like a bull. “Why the hell were your lips all over my girl?” He nods toward the closed door of Harper’s bedroom.

“Your girl?”

I want to laugh.

I’ve known the guy since I was a kid, but suddenly he feels almost like a stranger. And someone I want to knock the fuck out and never set eyes on again.

“That’s right, asshole. My girl.”

“So, you’re telling me, you’ve claimed her? You and Harper are dating now?”

“It doesn’t matter what the hell our title is. I like her and I’ve made that clear to you. But obviously, you have no boundaries when it comes to your friends.”

He made it clear to me?

I would hardly call it that.

When I mentioned to him that they seemed to be getting close, he asked if I felt threatened. I then asked if he was going to pursue her, and he shrugged.

And Harper’s the one who kissed him in the hallway-the visual, once again, making me fucking crazy-not the other way around.

One thing I do know is I don’t want him to tell Ryan about what he just witnessed.

I’m not ready for him to find out about us.

How the hell can I get myself out of this mess?

Before I even get the chance to respond, Harper’s bedroom door opens and she pops her head out, peeking into the hallway.

Her eyes widen when glances from me to Blake. “What’s going on out here?” Panic covers her face.

I’m not surprised, not when she knows Blake has a hard-on for her, and her pussy is still wet from my tongue.

I don’t want her to get sucked into this, this is between me and Blake.

voice and say, “Nothing,

stay and tell us which mouth you prefer.” He glares at me. “Mine or

try, dickhead, but we’re not going

don’t answer

“Because, from what I just

back inside,”

behind her,

someone who cares about her, you have a real shitty way of showing it,” I tell him. “Putting her in the middle,

his arms over his chest, more anger seeping into his expression. “You’re

I laugh.

sure he knows how funny he is. “If that’s what you want to believe,

not what I believe, it’s

and waste my time getting nowhere with

I can come back and tell Ryan about their make out session

bark and

like a real fucking

“Go fuck yourself.”

living room, seeing the guys through the patio door. I can’t return to the backyard and pretend nothing has happened between Blake and me. Ryan will know within a second and every

to get out

catch Blake’s stare one last time, my lips tightening the moment I see his smugness. “Have fun lying to Ryan,

chuckles. “I’m

the knob, I turn around. The hairs of his bun are loosening, and I want

saw upstairs and try to smooth things over, or I can confess what he already

do something

fucking on.” I smile. “There’s only one man who’s going to

into the driver’s seat of my Jeep. I pull out of the driveaway and shoot Ryan a quick text, letting him know something came up and I had

message sends and my phone starts ringing, Aisha’s name on the screen. If I

wheel and hit the gas, holding the phone to my face. “What’s

you sound so out

are after my mystery girl and

crazy.

“I’m not. I’m driving.”

“Come over.”

slow as I approach the