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 pants, I have like zero choice

sweats, a thong,

not plan for

to win slapjack, which

totally

I realize I really cannot

sitting in

flip flops are

showing off an

impressive and I want to stare, but I force myself

at slapjack, to the point that

And Aisha? Same.

thing she took off is

That's it.

One.

Heel.

hate

We continue to play.

moving faster than what should be humanely possible as I

Aisha sees it first.

My hand hits hers.

Easton hits mine.

Blake is last.

eyes fall to

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

“No. '

me

“Hell no. '

pull away slightly and

Blake hasn't seen boobs before and I'm sure mine are so big that we'll give Aisha a real live human

to take

look like, you know, without padding, without help..just all natural perfection.

shaking as I flip off my sweatshirt and toss it into the corner, clearly I’m nipping out because I’ m cold

like her plan backfired, while Blake looks at my chest, looks

tits one more time...

Easton warns.

fucking

Aisha snickers.

share of strip poker, tits, and

me while Blake looks away like

I frown.

“What? '

“Oh, you know. '

starts equally splitting the

you

I'm quiet.

I can’t quit, like I need to know

“What? '

I ask again.

“Aisha, '

Easton warns.

Blake clears his throat.

not the time,

Blake is warning her? Is it horrible that now I

She laughs.

two, like, actually embarrassed