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.

head inside, avoiding the living room where Ryan’s parents are talking, and I make sure they don’t hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs. Harper meets me at the

fine,” I tell

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

will lose her shit if she sees you like this.” She links her fingers around mine and brings me into the bathroom, pointing at the toilet. “Sit, I’ll get you

her waist and move her in between my legs.

hard-on. “Why am I not

the moment that’s turning

It’s Harper.

do is look at

to rip your pants off

into a Twilight sequel and 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

her ass.

giggles as she dabs both medicines over the cut and even though it

good now,” she says, tossing the cotton

grab the buckle of my jeans and begin

love. The way those thick, gorgeous lips spread into a smile, and her

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

can’t get enough of

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

one of us has a dark side. We all

Evên me.

need to talk to you about Blake

she whispers and leans down, tugging my injured lip. “I’m

a good thing

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

want to scoop her up and carry her