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 bulging, completely distracting me. “Kicking me

on his face is a heart stopper. But I refuse

his shirt and toss it

shirt falling in his lap. “Damn.

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

nods, pulling his T-shirt on before he reaches for the rest of his

dressed in a hurry, as do I, until we’re both fully clothed and I’m raking my fingers through my messy hair while he checks his phone, a

“What’s wrong?”

up, smiling

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

At all.

the stairs, and I notice how

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

her later and apologize. I need to get my head out of my ass and be a better friend to

also keeping her own

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

or something.

drugs. More like he’s high

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

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

parents aren’t home yet.” I drop my fingers and he delivers

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

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

the confused way he’s staring at me so I

my shoulders, his expression serious as he studies me. “You do realize Blake did that

“You’re right. I know you