You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 71

Harper

“Easton.” I nudge his bare shoulder, silently marveling at the muscle I feel there. He’s firm -hard all over. If I had more time, I’d spend it exploring his naked body with my mouth. My tongue. My hands and my fingers.

But we don’t have the time. My parents should be home from work any minute while we’re still in my bed.

Naked.

“Wha?” he asks, his voice muffled against the pillow.

Within minutes of us having sex, he collapsed next to me and fell asleep. Like…who does that?

Easton, I guess. Any other time I would’ve found it adorable, but I wanted to talk more about Blake and what Easton and my brother discovered in his car. I wanted to stare at those photos some more and really look at them. I also wanted to ask him about that look he and Ryan shared earlier, when they didn’t say anything.

What’s their plan? And how can I convince him he can’t just go beat Blake up over this?

They’re friends. They need to work it out.

There’s also that tiny, niggling feeling in the back of my mind that tells me Blake didn’t do this at all.

Aisha did.

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to convince Easton that she’s evil enough to come for me. Why does he always protect her? Or write her off? It’s so annoying.

Why won’t he believe me?

Shoving my worry aside, I focus on waking Easton up and getting him out of my bed.

“My parents are going to be home soon,” I whisper, then let myself speak louder. “You should go.”

a hand through his hair,

face is a heart stopper. But I refuse to be swayed by

reach for his shirt and toss it at him, smacking him in the face.

fades, the shirt falling in his lap.

drop a kiss on his lips. “Not in

on before he

both fully clothed and I’m raking my fingers through my messy hair while he checks

“What’s wrong?”

up, smiling

don’t believe him. He’s keeping secrets from me, and

At all.

head out of my room and down the stairs, and I notice how quiet the house is. Where’s Ryan and Sadie? Did they actually leave?

I just ditched her for Easton, after complaining to

a shit friend. I’ll call her later and apologize. I need to get my head out of my ass and be a

also keeping her own

toward me, his expression soft, his hair still sex rumpled. He’s

or something.

More like he’s high

need to do that more often.” He kisses me, his lips soft. Lingering. “I like making you

press my fingers against his lips. “Shush. We can’t talk about

drop my fingers

reach around him, hip checking him so | can open the door without him

looking me up and down, as if he doesn’t know what to do with me. “Sure. I’ll text you

confused way he’s staring at me so I give him another kiss to soften my sudden

shoulders, his expression serious as he studies me. “You do realize Blake did that to your garage door, right? It wasn’t

smile serene. “You’re right. I