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.

are talking, and I make sure they don’t hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs. Harper meets me at the top of the

fine,” I

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

if she sees you like this.” She links her fingers around mine and brings me into the bathroom, pointing

and move her

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

not the moment that’s turning

It’s Harper.

look at

doing everything I can not to rip your pants off right

into the closet, grabbing 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 peroxide and antibiotic ointment. “This might sting a little, so hold onto

her ass. “This

medicines over the cut and even though it doesn’t hurt, I still

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

buckle of my jeans and begin to unbutton it. “I think there’s something in here

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

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

can’t get

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

Evên me.

to

injured lip. “I’m going to need to

a good thing

mouth, gently kissing me as though I’m going

a side I enjoy. It’s a side that makes me want to scoop her up and carry her to her bed, showing her just how gentle my mouth can