You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

lam a bad, awful person.

But when you're dealing with a conniving little bitch who tries to ruin your life every time you turn around, then you have to play fire with fire.

And I'm turning up the flames tonight.

Easton is currently in the shower while I wait for him in bed.

Naked.

Sadie won't stop texting me.

Sadie: You bitch! Why aren't you down here right now having to deal with this—this MONSTER? Me: Tell my brother you want to have sex and drag him out of there! How can he resist you? Sadie: He's already about four beers in and they're all caught up strolling down memory lane, telling Aisha and I about their past lake house adventures with Easton.

She's eating it up.

I'm about to throw myself into the fire.

I can't stop giggling.

My best friend can be so dramatic sometimes.

I did love how she talked about murdering Aisha for me though.

Me: Tell me when they're on their way to their room, okay? I have a plan.

Sadie: What's your plan? Me: To be bouncing on the mattress and screaming Easton's name as loud as I can when they get to their room.

They'll hear me and know we're having amazing sex, even if we aren't.

Sadie: Don't you two always have amazing sex? Me: Well yes.

But what if they come up to the room right now? I'll have to yell all by myself because Easton is still in the shower.

Sadie: You're ridiculous.

Fine.

She's right.

I'm no evil genius, but I have to get my thrills where I can.

The water shuts off and I tug the covers up to my chin, lying flat on my back with my head propped on a pile of pillows as I scroll through my phone and keep one eye on the closed bathroom door.

I can hear him in there, and I think about him naked.

Water droplets clinging to his skin.

A white towel wrapped around his waist...

The door swings open, steam billowing out of the room and he appears, my every fantasy coming to life.

wet hair and towel

difference is the

act like it's no big deal, even though I'm squirming beneath the

“Hey.” "Hey."

my side of the bed, snatching

"Are you mad?"

I frown.

would I be

"Because Aisha is here."

eyes are clouded

nothing to do

hope you believe

him, loving how concerned

"Oh I know.

is all Blake's

Easton checks it, his

they're headed up

"Oh!"

to reveal my bare chest as I reach for Easton's towel

bed,

We're gonna fuck."

Easton bursts out laughing.

what the hell is

and pull

on the mattress, on top of me and I try to kick the covers

in me

“Damn it, watch out,"

foot while I shove the comforter completely

is foreplay, you've got

up and

hair and pull him

my tongue against his with a low moan and I can tell

and stroke, continuing where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by the most terrible

be here

whisper against Easton's

He hesitates.

"Who?"

"Blake and Aisha.

want them to

my hips, rubbing my lower

Easton’s eyes almost cross.

to hear me when you make me

as he wraps his arm around

hips between my thighs, guiding his cock inside of

beneath him on a gasp, my eyes open and locked with

our bodies recognizing each other, a