You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Easton

From my classroom, I can hear Aisha’s voice in the hallway, the rotten snarkiness in her tone, the evil words she’s spewing. My teacher isn’t going to do anything to stop Aisha, she just continues lecturing, but I can’t ignore what I’m hearing because I know there’s only one person who can be taking those verbal punches.

My fucking girl.

I tell my teacher I’m going to the bathroom and haul ass into the hallway. I make it just in time to see Aisha yanking on Harper’s hair.

That fucking bitch. She’s pushed every goddamn button of mine … and I have no patience left.

I’m seeing red by the time I growl my second warning at her, “Did you fucking hear me, Aisha? Let her go right now.” When she stops tugging on her hair but doesn’t let Harper go, I tear Aisha’s hand away, freeing Harper, and pull her into my arms. “Are you all right?” I ask her.

It takes her a second to respond, “Yes.”

The hatred pulsing through my body makes my jaws tighten. “Don’t ever touch my girl again.”

“Your .* girl?” Aisha stammers.

“Yes. My fucking girl.”

“That’s what she is to you now? But what was the other night? When you were in my room, between my,”

“Harper and I are together now.” While I hold Harper against my chest, I glare at Aisha, disgusted by the innocent look on her face. “You need to accept that and stop all this bullshit.” My arm lowers, wrapping around Harper’s curvy waist. “If you have a problem, you take it up with me, not Harper. Do you understand me?”

“But Easton-”

“The only thing I want to hear from you is yes.”

I don’t wait for her to say it, since I know she’s not going to, and I turn Harper around and lead us in the opposite direction, holding her tightly to my side. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask when we’re halfway down the hall.

“Here?” There’s emotion in her voice. “You mean school? But we still have a few periods to go.”

“I’ll get us excused.”

“How?”

to have to trust

She nods. “Okay.”

the door. “I’ll be right back,

she approaches. “What can I do for

likes my grin. “A favor.” I reach into my wallet, pulling out a fifty that

than she needs to, pulling away to put

“Yes.”

the phone. “Looks like your mom called

up only once, and then she felt guilty that I was a student and it never

the once

mom?” | ask. “She

winks. “I expect a phone call from

thank her and rejoin Harper, my arm finding its place around her shoulders. “Let’s go

not going to

adorable. “No,

starts putting her books into

“Do what?”

and she looks at me as she heads through the doorway, my stare slowly lifting from her ass. “Make everything

of freedom flies over my

of detention, you stopped Aisha

dick hardening as I get a taste of her tongue. The grind of her hips against me is

against my

get to my

she is. I hurry to the other side and start the engine, pulling out of my spot and onto the main

to

hand on her upper thigh, noticing the