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. '

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

flops, sweats, a

did not

win slapjack, which

totally

by and I realize I really

in my

flops are

is shirtless, showing off

impressive and I want to stare, but I force myself

Easton? He’s fully dressed, a pro at slapjack, to

And Aisha? Same.

thing she took off is

That's it.

One.

Heel.

officially hate this

We continue to play.

what should be humanely possible as I try to locate the stupid

Aisha sees it first.

My hand hits hers.

Easton hits mine.

Blake is last.

eyes fall

stupid thong, I have to pull off my

“No. '

tugs me against

“Hell no. '

and look into

hasn't seen boobs before and I'm sure mine are so big that we'll give

take

like, you know, without padding, without

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

backfired, while Blake looks at my chest, looks away, then

tits one

Easton warns.

fucking kill you.

Aisha snickers.

share of strip poker, tits,

to me while Blake looks away

I frown.

“What? '

“Oh, you know. '

starts equally splitting the

maybe you

I'm quiet.

do I? But it’s like an addiction I can’t

“What? '

I ask again.

“Aisha, '

Easton warns.

Blake clears his throat.

the time, Aisha.

warning her? Is it horrible that now I really want to

She laughs.

you two, like, actually embarrassed