You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 109

Harper

“You boys ready to lose? '

Aisha asks.

I look at her, like really, really look at her.

She went from being emotional and an actual human a few minutes ago, sharing stories of her past, her brother, and why they were so close, why his death effected her so much, to this flirty little thing who looks ready to have a threesome with Blake and Easton.

She adjusts her top again, of course, exposing her boobs, then sits back against the couch and clasps her hands together.

“Boys against girls! '

That means I’m on her team.

Yay me.

How did that switch flip so fast? I share a look with her, she lifts her chin, her eyebrow arching, like game on, and I have zero choice but to reply back with a look of my own that I hope appears confident and sexy as fuck.

“Never, '

Blake laughs.

“Hey, where did Sadie and Ryan go? '

“They're having sex, '

Easton laughs.

“Lots and lots of sex, in fact, if you guys want to give up on the game, I’d be more than down to take this girl over here”—he grabs me—“and eat her out until my tongue falls off. '

Aisha’s cheeks turn pink.

Blake glares.

“Thanks for the overshare, but I think we should hang out a bit.

Isn't that what friends do? '

I want to punch him.

Easton's tongue falling off? Well, yeah, that sounds super nice, sign me up! Instead, I'm playing stupid cards with Blake and Aisha.

I don’t growl, but a sound I can't quite define escapes my parted lips as Aisha deals the cards out and starts the game.

“Actually, '

she laughs, “how about we do a game of slapjack instead? Super easy to understand, you just have to slap, and if you lose, well... '

She shrugs.

“An article of clothing gets to leave your body. '

“I don't think so, '

Easton mutters, his gaze meeting mine.

“Awesome idea, '

Blake encourages.

“Are you really okay with this? '

Easton asks me.

“Sure. '

shrug, remembering I have a see through lace bra on, so once my shirt is gone, or

wearing flip flops, sweats, a thong, and

I did not

have to win slapjack, which I can

totally do

by and I realize I really cannot

in

flip flops

is shirtless, showing off an

and I want to stare, but I force myself

dressed, a pro at slapjack,

And Aisha? Same.

took

That's it.

One.

Heel.

hate this

We continue to play.

should be humanely possible as I try to locate

Aisha sees it first.

My hand hits hers.

Easton hits mine.

Blake is last.

fall

want to pull off my stupid thong, I have to pull off

“No. '

tugs me against

“Hell no. '

and look into

fine, it’s not like Blake hasn't seen boobs before and I'm sure mine are so big that we'll give Aisha a real live human anatomy lesson.

take off my

what real boobs look like, you know, without padding, without

it into the corner, clearly I’m nipping out because I’ m cold

glares at me, like her plan backfired, while Blake looks at my chest, looks away, then looks

tits one

Easton warns.

fucking

Aisha snickers.

share of strip poker,

to me while

I frown.

“What? '

“Oh, you know. '

equally splitting the

maybe you

I'm quiet.

can’t quit, like I need to know Easton's past even if

“What? '

I ask again.

“Aisha, '

Easton warns.

Blake clears his throat.

the

warning her? Is it horrible that now I really want

She laughs.

two, like, actually