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.

they don’t hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs. Harper

fine,” I

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

who will lose her shit if she sees you like this.” She links her fingers around mine

hold her waist and move her in between my legs. “Playing

against my hard-on. “Why am I not surprised you’re getting turned on by

moment that’s turning

It’s Harper.

is look at her and my

can not to rip your pants off right

a washcloth that she wets and holds against my mouth. She has me hold the cloth in place while she digs under the sink, taking out some

ass. “This

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

cotton

…” | grab the buckle of my jeans and begin to unbutton it. “I think there’s something in here that

love. The way those thick, gorgeous lips spread into

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

just can’t get enough

is her pussy, that doesn’t mean I’m going to let this Blake thing slide. She needs to stop giving that motherfucker the benefit of the doubt. I don’t care how well she thinks she knows him, she has no

safest prep school in the state, but every one of us has a dark side. We all

Evên me.

to talk to you

leans down, tugging my injured lip.

thing

my top lip with her mouth, gently kissing me

It’s a side that makes me want to scoop her up