You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 139
Easton
How is it possible to still feel myself inside her?

I think I walk funny the rest of the morning, my poor dick just wallowing in sadness over the fact that Harper's mom has eyes in the back of her head, but thank God not in the pantry.

Damn.

I think I bruised my knee and nearly broke a tooth face planting against that door in absolute terror that she was going to call me out for licking pink sprinkles off her daughters breasts.

Don't even get me started on fucking in the bedroom.

"Yo..."

Ryan slaps me on the back, scaring the shit out of me.

I almost drop the bowl of popcorn onto the ground.

“Wanna get drunk?"

“I knew you were my best friend for a reason,’ I mutter as his mom moves around the kitchen in a panic.

Apparently the syrup wasn't the only thing she was missing from that damn list and in order for her to make sugar cookies for some nursing home—she needs basically every ingredient.

Because, again, Ryan.

He said whoops.

Got slapped on the back of the head.

And then decided we should all leave his mom in peace before she choked him with one of the dish towels since she'd already literally been at the store to get syrup.

The girls wanted popcorn so here we are, watching her pace, and me wondering if she really will kill her first born by two minutes.

"I think that's it,"

she says to herself, doing a small circle.

“Powdered sugar, frosting, oh food coloring, sprinkles..."

“Bro,’ I whisper.

"You literally forgot everything."

He grabs a few sodas from the fridge and sighs.

"My dick was distracted, alright?"

“What does that have to do with anything?"

I give him a light shove.

His mom grabs her keys, keeps talking to herself then turns to both of us.

We jump back like she's holding a shank instead of her keys.

“Both of you..."

She jabs them into the air like she's trying out for the role of King Arthur and his excalibur.

"Dad's in his office getting work done, no funny business."

I almost laugh because she said funny business and it's such a boomer thing to say, but I hold it in—barely.

“Of course."

I nod my head seriously.

“We would never...after...you know."

Her eyes narrow.

"And Ryan?

Do.

You.

Understand.

The.

Words.

I.

Am.

Saying."

“Loud and clear!"

announces with a nod of his

my hands to myself and jack off

for this

my bottom lip to keep from laughing as

breath and

my head at

"Really?"

"What?"

He shrugs.

texting it to me

need to know that, now everytime you take a piss I'm going to

snorts out a

after being told

and I kept that promise

Less than twelve hours?

something was wrong with

Or maybe Harper.

hot,

Say no?

Who does that?

Not me.

Clearly.

"Guysssssss!"

calls from

“We've been summoned."

the popcorn

"You said drunk.

Where's the alcohol?"

"Private stash downstairs."

He shrugs.

dad will be in his office most of the day and it's pretty damn

He winks.

he's

Because really.

sex without her dad finding us, which really I'd take the risk since it would be the second

right now to be able to get away

so I just

Even Jesus.

Amen.

behind Ryan thinking all the sexual thoughts that I'm

taken full control of the Apple TV remote and is scrolling through Netflix

some reason the sight of her in a

She's not just gorgeous.

She's fucking adorable.

smile and set the popcorn down on the coffee

rubs her eyes and

from all

I ask.

standing four feet from

I break your

“Okay, Rocky."

back to Harper whos watching

“Want a massage?"

I lean in.

hands on my

amazing, I don't

what happens when you

I grin.

"Things get hard.

Lots of things."

pinches me in

“Are you complaining?"

“Never,"

I steal a kiss.

a friendly warning that I'm

That's all..."

"Yeah,"

Her eyes narrow.

my parents and literally called my mom, mam twice all within a five minute

"I panicked."