You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 70

Easton

I’m fucking furious, anger rolling through my veins, making my blood run hot. Ryan’s too busy sweet talking Sadie to talk to me about what we‘re going to do with Blake, and I can tell…

Harper’s mad at me.

Shit. I gotta fix this.

“Baby.” I steer her out of the living room so we’re in front of the stairs. “You’re angry.”

She glares at me. “You left me for Ryan.”

“He needed me.” I reach for her, cupping her cheek with one hand as I pull her in close with the other. “And for good reason. He found those spray paint cans.”

“I can’t wrap my head around it.” The stubborn look on my girl’s face makes me want to roll my eyes but I restrain myself. “Blake would never do that to me. Or to Ryan. He’s your best friend. The three of you have been best friends forever.”

“Sometimes shit goes sideways.” And that hurts. Not that I’ll ever admit it. I’m too damn mad right now anyway and it overpowers the pain.

My best friend is a dick who’s out to make my girlfriend’s life miserable. And he’s possibly working with Aisha.

Like what the fuck? What’s happened to him to make him turn to the dark side? Is he that enamored with Aisha’s pussy he’ll do whatever she wants? Including making Harper’s life miserable?

I don’t understand the motive. I’m confused.

But again, my anger overpowers the confusion and the hurt. I’m too pissed to feel anything else.

“Ryan!” I roar. “Let’s go to Blake’s. Now.”

“No.” Harper clamps her hand over my mouth. “Forget he said that, Ryan!”

Ryan doesn’t even bother to respond. He’s probably lip locked with Sadie right now, the fucker.

Iglare at Harper, biting at her fingers covering my mouth, making her yelp and drop her hand. “Come up to my room,” she says softly. “You’re too angry to leave. I’ll help you calm down.”

I follow her up the stairs, my mind racing, filled with infinite possibilities.

can confront Blake

School.

In class.

At lunch.

In the parking lot.

a football game?

in

go down though-thanks to my

like the idea of a

That sounds fucking perfect.

shuts and locks the door before she shoves at me. “Sit on

prepared for her

do any of that. Nope, my girl tackles me, pushing me so I have no choice but to fall backward onto the mattress with her on top of me, her

like that,

whispers just before she dips her head,

tongue slides into my mouth, circling around mine and that’s all

I’m a goner.

She’s squirming all over me, making me

into it, she can’t stop moving. Touching

while I’m desperate to rile her

between us, I tug at her shirt, tunneling my hand beneath it to grope at her tits. Tear at her bra. I yank it down, exposing

one, she hisses, pulling on my

me,” she

I whisper against her flesh, dragging my tongue across her nipple to take away the

doesn’t respond. She just moans, helping me when I reach for the front of her jeans. Soon she’s completely naked and her hand is in the front of my jeans, her fingers curling around my dick, squeezing it extra hard. I thrust into her

soon?” I ask her in

Harper nods jerkily. “Probably.”

could give a fuck. All I want is to plunge inside her tight heat. Fuck

shove at my jeans until they’re gone too

her eyes wide as they meet

my pace, fucking her steadily. Her eyes fall closed and I cup my hand around her chin, giving her face

thrust into her. In and out. In and out. I don’t want her to forget who she’s with. Who’s fucking her. Who can make her feel like