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 staircase, her hands surround my

I

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

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

waist and move her in between my legs. “Playing doctor,

am I not surprised you’re getting

not the moment that’s turning

It’s Harper.

is look at her

doing everything I can not to

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 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 something and

ass. “This

over the cut and even though it

says, tossing the cotton ball she’d been using to put on

down. “Hmm, what else can I hurt …” | grab the buckle of my jeans and

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

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

just can’t get enough

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

state, but every one of us has a dark side. We all have skeletons. And we all do things we

Evên me.

to

tugging my injured lip.

good thing

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

up and carry her to her bed, showing her just how gentle my mouth can