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.

arms and bed on a . weekly basis, until I get to walk around the school and claim you in front of everyone.

“That was actually really

can’t help it. “Is that a

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

suddenly realize we’re

maybe my

don’t say

comes easily. Our mouths meet in a perfect tangle of tongue and hands as she digs into my hair

in her taste.

been

walk her backward

I imagine all the places I can taste and

looks up at me with innocent eyes that ask

for

body presses her against the mattress as I rub myself against her, up and down, the friction

nails digging into my skin while I straight-up dry

hard for this

it’s not just

to make her feel

want to be inside her

of my head when she reaches for my length through my jeans then frees me by unzipping my jeans like she’s in a hurry. My dick slaps against my stomach. Her little hand moves

lean toward her as she moves her hand up and down. I’m ready

as she licks my tip, only to pull my dick

hand moves to my

I don’t deserve this.

the hell

going to have to

and looks

give her no time

and underwear, leaving her shirt on just in case we

jeans all the way to the floor along with

the bed and smirk. “We’ll