You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 62

Easton

As Ryan’s mom’s words echo in my head, my fingers are so tightly bound into fists, it feels like my wrists are going to snap.

Blake’s here?

And she invited him for breakfast?

No.

More like hell fucking no.

I have nothing to say to that asshole. The last thing I want is to be anywhere near him, especially when I’m positive he’s the one who spray painted whore across their garage door.

I’ve already taken one punch today. I’m not about to start a fight with Blake in front of Harper’s parents.

“Get rid of him,” I say to Ryan. I wipe my lip and blood smears across the back of my hand. “Tell him breakfast is canceled, tell him you’re going over to Sadie’s and Harper is coming to my house, tell him he’s not welcome here-I don’t give a fuck what you say, just make sure he doesn’t stay.”

“You’re giving me orders now?”

I lick across the cut, tasting the metallic flavor of my blood. “If you put us in the same room, your mother’s scrambled eggs are going to end up on someone’s lap.” I grind my teeth together. “And it’s not going to be mine.”

As Ryan takes me in, his stare narrows, eventually glancing up at the balcony where Harper has been hiding. “While I go take care of Blake, you need to take care of your boyfriend’s lip and stop it from bleeding. Mom has already seen him this morning, if she notices his new accessory, there’s going to be a lot of questions.”

“I’m on it,” Harper replies.

“Once you’re done with Blake, stop by your dad’s liquor cabinet and bring me something worth guzzling.” I tell him.

“You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that?” He rolls his eyes and walks around to the front of the house.

hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs. Harper meets me at the top of the staircase,

I tell

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

her fingers around mine and brings me into the bathroom, pointing at the toilet. “Sit, I’ll get you

her waist and move her

against my hard-on. “Why am I

not the moment

It’s Harper.

look at her and my

can not to rip

your bloody fangs start feasting on me, let me get the bleeding to stop.” She wiggles away and reaches into the closet, grabbing a washcloth that she wets and holds against

her ass. “This should

she dabs both medicines over the cut and even though it doesn’t hurt, I still squeeze those perfect fucking

should be good now,” she says, tossing the cotton ball she’d been using to put on

what else can I hurt …” | grab the buckle of my jeans and begin to unbutton it. “I think there’s something

way those thick, gorgeous lips spread into a smile, and her head slightly

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

just can’t get

and all I can think about is her pussy, that doesn’t mean I’m going to let this Blake thing slide. She needs to stop giving that motherfucker the

and safest prep school in the state, but every one of us has a dark side. We all have skeletons. And we all do things

Evên me.

to you about Blake

lip. “I’m going to need to be easy

a good thing

my top lip with her mouth, gently kissing me as though I’m going to

makes me want to scoop her up and carry her to