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.”

hair, his

a heart stopper. But I refuse to be swayed by

reach for his shirt and toss it at him, smacking

the shirt falling in his lap. “Damn. Ruthless,

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

on before he reaches

gets dressed in a hurry, as do I, until we’re both fully clothed and I’m raking

“What’s wrong?”

smiling faintly. “Ah,

don’t believe him. He’s keeping secrets

At all.

and down the stairs, and I notice how quiet the

hate me. I just ditched her for Easton, after complaining to her that

and apologize. I need to 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 her

the front door, Easton turns toward me, his expression soft, his hair still

or something.

More like

often.” He kisses me, his lips soft. Lingering. “I like making

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

yet.” I drop my fingers and he delivers another scorching kiss. “Stop

hip checking him so | can open the door without him in the way.

know what to do

like the confused way he’s staring at me so I give him another kiss to

he studies me. “You do realize Blake did that to your garage

smile serene. “You’re right. I