You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 49

Easton

The last thing I wanted to do when I got to Aisha’s was take a shower, but I had to rub one off before I do something I regret. So, I told Aisha I needed to sober up-the best excuse I could come up with on the spot-and headed for the bathroom in her room. Leaving Harper’s with a raging hard-on was a bad idea, but the second that warm water hit me, I thought of the way her pussy tasted, and jerked myself off.

When I leave the bathroom with just a towel around my waist, I’m not surprised to find Aisha right outside, lying on her bed, not in the kitchen where I’d left her and Julia.

She eye fucks me as I step toward her. “Yum.”

My pile of clothes are at the end of the mattress, folded. Not like I left them.

grab my jeans. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“It gets better each time.” She’s chewing her nail, her gaze slowly lowering down my body.

Topen my jeans and she crawls toward me. “Don’t bother putting those on when you know I’m going to take them off.”

Fuck.

I should have expected this when I saw her on the bed.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I came over here.

“I don’t have time for that right now…” I smile. “And you know I’m not quick.”

Leaving the towel securely around my waist, I slip on my boxers and then the jeans, grabbing my phone from the pocket once I’m zipped up and buttoned.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying. Here I am, all willing and ready, and you’re playing hard to get.” She wraps her hands around my thigh and looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m sure you could be quick if you really wanted to.”  er 49

Ignoring her, I read the messages on the screen. A few notifications, one that says Aisha has tagged me on Instagram, no missed calls or texts.

I’m afraid to even look at her post.

“That wouldn’t be fair, would it?” I say and shove the phone back in my pocket. I toss the towel onto her bathroom sink and reach for my T-shirt. “Besides, I’ve got to talk to Ryan about something, which means I’ve gotta get going.”

Her palm flattens against my stomach. “Ryan can wait.” She’s toying with the button on my jeans, her lips tugging into a grin, like she’s dreaming about sucking my cock.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

“He can’t,” I tell her. “It’s important.”

spent any time with me, and

wants to do more than help

if Aisha knows

my T-shirt and take a step back.

says, clamping down on my waist. “Isn’t there something I can

She’s pouting.

can’t fucking

I touch her cheek, giving her the tiniest bit of attention, so she doesn’t try anything else, like pounce on top of me, and

table, books spread out around her. “I’ve got

eyes. “You still haven’t paid

“lowe you.”

licks her lips, eventually biting

these girls

out my phone as I start up the engine, shooting off

home, give me

enough cash to cover my debt with Julia and continue onto my neighborhood. When I’m only a few houses away, I see Ryan’s car

for a missed call or text

There are none.

Why is he here?

my Jeep, Ryan rushing out of

“Hey, man,”

happened between you and my

see and hear the anger

Blake, that motherfucker.

have a story to tell me. He wanted to check my whereabouts, so he could

is going to

I can’t let it.

“Nothing, man-”

Blake said.” He walks closer, his hands clenching at his sides. “He

you

Blake mention he was on his way to your

why he was

think it’s fucked up, I don’t want them

can’t believe what

isn’t the good guy