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. '

lace bra on, so once my shirt is gone, or pants, I have

wearing flip flops, sweats, a thong, and a

I did not plan for

have to win slapjack, which I

totally

by and I

in my

flops are

showing off

stare, but I force myself to

He’s fully dressed, a pro at slapjack, to the point that it’s almost

And Aisha? Same.

thing she took off is

That's it.

One.

Heel.

officially hate

We continue to play.

possible as I try to

Aisha sees it first.

My hand hits hers.

Easton hits mine.

Blake is last.

fall to

pull off my stupid

“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

to take

is what real boobs look like, you know, without padding, without help..just all natural

shaking as I flip off my sweatshirt and toss it into the

backfired, while Blake

her tits one

Easton warns.

I will fucking kill

Aisha snickers.

share of strip poker,

me while

I frown.

“What? '

“Oh, you know. '

splitting the deck

maybe you

I'm quiet.

an addiction I can’t quit, like I need

“What? '

I ask again.

“Aisha, '

Easton warns.

Blake clears his throat.

not the time,

that now I really want

She laughs.

you two, like, actually