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

and jack

for this very enlightening

on my bottom lip to keep from laughing as her face flushes red, she

breath

shake my head

"Really?"

"What?"

He shrugs.

a boner, Sadie's not wearing underwear and she keeps texting it to me throughout the day just to torture me,

you take a piss I'm going

snorts out a

told no

and I kept

Less than twelve hours?

something was wrong with

Or maybe Harper.

hot, what was

Say no?

Who does that?

Not me.

Clearly.

"Guysssssss!"

from the

“We've been summoned."

popcorn then nudge

"You said drunk.

Where's the alcohol?"

"Private stash downstairs."

He shrugs.

the day and it's pretty

He winks.

he's my best

Because really.

risk since it would be the second time...and we have no edibles or joints, getting drunk

really that lucky right now to be

that would be wrong, so I just shrug and realize that, damn, everything really does come back

Even Jesus.

Amen.

fall down the stairs behind Ryan thinking all the sexual thoughts that I'm not allowed to

taken full control of the Apple TV remote and is scrolling through Netflix while Harper is spread out on

and for some reason the

She's not just gorgeous.

She's fucking adorable.

and set the popcorn down on the

rubs her eyes

from all

I ask.

standing four feet

I

“Okay, Rocky."

whos watching with a small

“Want a massage?"

I lean in.

puts her hands on my

I don't

happens when you

I grin.

"Things get hard.

Lots of things."

me in the

“Are you complaining?"

“Never,"

I steal a kiss.

giving you a

That's all..."

"Yeah,"

Her eyes narrow.

you're terrified of my parents and literally called my mom, mam twice all within a five minute

"I panicked."