You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 60

Easton

I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but the minute I heard Blake’s name, I froze in place. Was she actually defending that asshole? Even after last night? After everything that happened between us? How was she so blind to that guy’s manipulations? I’m so livid I want to break the door down.

Instead, I stand there and keep listening.

No shit, Ryan and Sadie hooked up.

I should probably thank her for at least calming him down a bit, otherwise, I’d be dead at this point

Is that why he’s restraining himself? The minute she showed up and walked into the house, I nearly smacked him with a paintbrush, the guy went so still, I was genuinely concerned for his mental health.

The door opens.

Sadie gives me a wide-eyed look, then makes an excuse and bolts down the hall and down the stairs.

Harper gulps as I walk her backward into her room, shutting the door behind me and locking it. Her parents are downstairs getting lunch ready and I’m fucking famished.

I want to attack her, slam her against the wall, and strip her naked. Damn, I miss her taste already. School is going to be absolute torture, isn’t it?

“Aisha’s not in town,” I say, itching to pull her into my arms.

She sighs and looks away. “I know, Sadie told me.”

“So why are you defending that asshole?”

Harper chews her bottom lip. “We don’t know it’s him, and why would he go to that level?”

“Why?” My laugh sounds crazy. “Are you serious? Because he lost! Because he wants you and is pissed as hell that he can’t have you. I mean, seriously, take your pick.”

Her eyes narrow. Shit. I know that look, it’s not a good one, it’s one that says I need to apologize for everything even if I’m not sure what I did wrong. “So, I’m something to win.”

“Why are girls the worst sometimes?” | mutter and stretch my arms over my head in frustration. “No, not because you’re an object, but because he has pride, and it was seriously hammered yesterday in front of the entire school. Come on, you know me better than that. Trust me, if I thought I’d won, I’d be gone.”

“But you did kind of win.” She points out.

weekly basis, until I get to walk around the school and claim you in front of

cheeks burn red. “That was actually

can’t help it. “Is

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

suddenly realize

my

don’t say anything

for her is as natural as breathing. I grab her hand and tug her against me. She comes easily. Our mouths meet in a perfect tangle of tongue and hands as she digs into my hair

I drink in her taste.

barely been a

deeper, then walk her backward toward her bed,

waters when I imagine all the places I can

me with innocent eyes that ask should we do this, but

already arching for

I brace her body, leaning over her with mine. My body presses her against the

digging into my skin while I straight-up dry hump

hard

it’s not just her

want to make

want to be

jeans then frees me by unzipping my jeans like she’s in a hurry. My dick slaps against my stomach. Her little hand moves around it, then

moves her hand up and down. I’m ready to beg her for her mouth when she leans

legs are weak as she licks my tip, only

moves to

I don’t deserve this.

still pissed. Why the hell am I

to have to

pulls back and looks

her no time

tug down her shorts and underwear, leaving her shirt on just in case we have to get dressed real

I say, jerking my jeans all the way to the

the bed and smirk. “We’ll taste