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. '

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

wearing flip flops, sweats, a thong, and a

not plan for

have to win slapjack,

can totally do

goes by and I realize

sitting in my

flip flops

is shirtless, showing off an

and I want to stare, but I force

pro at slapjack, to the point that it’s

And Aisha? Same.

only thing she took off is one high

That's it.

One.

Heel.

officially hate this

We continue to play.

what should be humanely possible as I try to locate the stupid jack card, so

Aisha sees it first.

My hand hits hers.

Easton hits mine.

Blake is last.

eyes fall

stupid

“No. '

tugs me

“Hell no. '

and look into his

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.

to take off

you know, without

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

plan backfired, while Blake looks at my chest,

her tits one more time...

Easton warns.

I will fucking kill you.

Aisha snickers.

your share of strip poker, tits, and

stiffens next to me while Blake looks away like he’s

I frown.

“What? '

“Oh, you know. '

starts equally splitting

maybe you don’t?

I'm quiet.

this, do I? But it’s like an addiction I can’t quit, like I need to know Easton's past

“What? '

I ask again.

“Aisha, '

Easton warns.

Blake clears his throat.

not the time,

her? Is it horrible that now I

She laughs.

two, like, actually embarrassed about it?