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.

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

red. “That was actually

I can’t help it. “Is that a

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

realize

maybe my body

say

She comes easily. Our

I drink in her taste. “I

been a few

her backward toward her

all the places I can

She looks up at me with innocent eyes that

is already arching for me, ready

mine. My body presses her against the mattress as I rub myself against her, up and down, the friction is

nails digging into my skin while I straight-up dry hump her against

hard

not just

make

to be

frees me by unzipping

ready to beg her for her mouth when

her. My legs are weak as she licks my tip, only to pull my dick harder,

hand moves to my

I don’t deserve this.

still pissed. Why the hell am I thinking about

have to be

and

her no time

down her shorts and underwear, leaving her shirt on just in

minutes tops,” I say, jerking my jeans all the way to

down onto the bed and smirk. “We’ll taste each other at the same