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.

to the wet hair and towel

is the towel is dark

to act like it's no big deal, even

“Hey.” "Hey."

the bed, snatching my

"Are you mad?"

I frown.

I be

"Because Aisha is here."

eyes are

nothing to do with her coming

you believe

at him, loving how concerned he

"Oh I know.

all Blake's

dings and Easton checks it, his brows

they're headed

"Oh!"

chest as I reach for Easton's

bed,

We're gonna fuck."

Easton bursts out laughing.

Harper, what the hell is wrong with

hand and pull him toward the

me and I

me almost kicking

“Damn it, watch out,"

while I shove

is foreplay, you've got it all

up and

fingers into his damp hair and pull

tongue against his with a low moan

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

be here

whisper against Easton's

He hesitates.

"Who?"

"Blake and Aisha.

want them

hips, rubbing my lower

Easton’s eyes almost cross.

want them to hear me when you

promise as he wraps his arm around my waist and hauls

thighs, guiding his cock inside of me with one sure push,

beneath him on a gasp, my eyes open and locked with his as he slowly

him, our bodies recognizing each other, a whispery moan