You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

We finish eating our steaks and are out by the bonfire while the guys go back inside to grab some whiskey.

I wrap the blanket tighter around me and nudge Sadie.

"Ryan seems...chipper."

She snorts out a laugh and sips her wine.

"That makes two of us."

"So, he liked the ropes."

"He fucking loved the ropes."

“Eww, but also, awesome, I'm happy for you..for both of you,” I add.

"Ryan deserves all the good things.

I mean, he annoys the hell out of me, but he's good."

Sadie turns to me, her eyes flicker to my mouth, then back up.

"You're good too."

I frown.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

I hear the boys approaching.

She licks her lips.

"I may be a bit drunk.” "Okay?"

I offer.

“But I know what else Ryan's gonna like, as weird and sick and twisted as my mind seems right now..."

She doesn't warn me, just leans in and whispers against my lips, "Let's fuck with them."

And then she kisses me.

Sliding her tongue past my lower lip, teasing gently.

It's not the first time we've kissed, but that was more like middle school let’s test this out and see how it works so we don't mess up when we kiss boys sort of kiss.

This is a big girl kiss.

She tastes like white wine.

I taste like red.

kiss her back.

not attracted to

she's not

of driving Easton crazy spurs me on as our

oh fuck.” Easton's voice fills the empty night air followed

by my brother.

me in his arms, his hand coming down on my ass in a painful

ever leaving

"Same."

I laugh.

his waist as we sit back against the

his arms, trying to get closer as his cock painfully

I can feel his head and

are laughing behind us and most likely making

with my best friend but after a while, when my mouth

turn in his lap.

lips are extremely swollen,

me across the fire in a

I glare right back.

weird line we don’t want to cross or discuss but it's also kind of

like nothing can shatter the

it's impossible

fills the air and the smell of the campfire already has

me, his lips

"I really like you."

a minute I thought

like you too,

"No, I really, really."

He gulps.

more than like,

flicker

what, I'm

start to palm the front of his jeans, he's so hard he has to be in

out

to make you

"F—forget?"

His eyes roll back.

were we even

his jeans and looking across the

tones while I finally grip Easton's

back in the

"Mmmmm."

I squeeze his tip.

ready

as I rub it between my thumb and

doing that and I'm