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.”

up, running a hand through his hair, his biceps

heart stopper. But I refuse to be swayed

I reach for his shirt

falling in his lap. “Damn. Ruthless,

him before I lean in and drop a kiss on his lips. “Not in the mood to get caught

before he

I, until we’re both fully clothed and I’m raking my

“What’s wrong?”

up, smiling faintly.

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

At all.

stairs, and I notice how quiet the

just ditched her for Easton, after complaining to her that Easton ditched me

get my head out of my ass and be a better friend to her. She’s been so good to me, always rushing to

also keeping

expression soft, his hair still sex rumpled. He’s absolutely adorable and he’s watching

or something.

drugs. More like he’s high

He kisses me, his lips soft. Lingering.

cheeks go hot and I press my fingers against his lips.

I drop my fingers and he delivers another scorching

clear my throat and reach around him, hip checking him so | can open the

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

like the confused way he’s staring at me so I give

He grabs my shoulders, his expression serious as he studies me. “You do realize Blake did that to your garage door, right? It

serene. “You’re right. I