You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 112

Easton

I wake up the next morning with a naked Harper in my arms, snuggled up close, her tits resting on my chest and her hair in my face. I crack my eyelids open only to immediately slam them shut thanks to the blinding sun that's pouring through the open window right next to the bed. With the power out last night, I forgot all about closing blinds and curtains, it was so damn dark. Harper shifts next to me, a little moan falling from her lips. My cock stirs—when does it not— and I’m about to flip her over and kiss her awake when I hear her speak. “Who turned on the lights? '

Chuckling, I kiss her forehead. “It’s the sun. '

She pulls out of my arms and sits up, pushing her hair out of her face as she looks around the room. The comforter has fallen to her waist, showing off her perfect tits and I'm reaching for one when... “Hey fuckers, are you awake? '

Blake. Yelling at us from behind our closed bedroom door. “Yeah asshole, we're awake. '

I sit up too, dropping a kiss on Harper’s bare shoulder. “Cool. We're leaving in a few. Aisha wants to head back early, '

Blake says. I look outside the window, surprised by the clear blue sky that's dotted with fluffy white clouds. Like a horrible storm never blew through here yesterday and dumped a buttload of rain. “Are the roads cleared? '

“Yeah, they are. We're good to go. '

Blake hesitates for only a moment. “Thanks for having us. '

So polite to the host. Such a bunch of bullshit. “Drive safe! '

sweet.

and bring her with me as I fall back onto the mattress. She's giggling, shoving at my chest but she doesn't really mean it. I can tell, thanks to the way she’s rubbing that hot body of hers

kissing her neck. “We can stay in bed for a few more minutes,

throat. “I bet Ryan and Sadie are

think about it,

don’t budge. Pulling away slightly, I stare into her eyes, overwhelmed with emotion for this girl who stands by me no matter what. And there was a

curl into the sweetest smile. “I love

going to fuck

“And then we can Start packing up and getting

laughs. “Okay.

Like we're a couple of old married couples traveling together. But I could tell the girls wanted to get a private talking sesh in and I can handle not sitting next to Harper for a couple of

the blue. I glance over at him. “What exactly

big, never stop talking mouth.

it makes him uncomfortable. He didn’t know Deacon. He only heard the stories. After

I was up early this morning and he found me in the kitchen. Filled me in on what Aisha said

evil, man. Toxic. What the fuck is Blake

know. I think he

if I do too. Why else would I put up with Blake’s—and Aisha’s—constant bullshit? “Don't we all? Look...