You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

 I'm exhausted.

Mom and Dad have finally gone to bed, but I wouldn't put it past them to do room checks like they used to at summer camp.

I'm still downstairs with Easton bingeing some murderous documentary about a crime of passion, and some creepy stalker who always pretended to be her work friend but secretly cut pieces of her hair and slept with them in his pillow.

Ryan and Sadie are upstairs doing who knows what in the kitchen.

The creepy man on the screen continues his stalking.

Gross.

I shudder.

"Are you cold?"

Easton asks, pulling me close.

I frown.

"Is it just me or are you way too into the part where he almost gets away with it.” He shakes his head like he's disappointed in the mass murderer.

"I mean, he's an idiot, he could have made it, but noooo, he has to go back for one of those creepy pieces of hair like he didn't just kill her for rejecting him."

I scrunch up my nose.

"Weird that the husband ended up living."

"Poor guy probably wishes he were dead, imagine someone standing over you while you sleep with a butcher knife."

"Yay, what a great Christmas, so merry and bright,"

I tease and give him a hard shove.

“I'm going to have nightmares tonight about knives.” He laughs.

I turn to him and grip him by the shirt.

"I will end you if you sneak into my room, hover over me with a knife and scare the shit out of me.

I'll take that same knife and chop off both balls.” "Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"Yes,"

I seethe.

"With the giant dick but a severe lack of testosterone and desire to have sex."

"Should I be scared that you just gave me an exact definition?"

He smiles.

"Chill, I won't scare you, I actually like my testicles and um..."

his finger and whispers in my

"Do not."

sniff and

the other day I

His smile is devastating.

wild animal in bed, not that I'm complaining

up his

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost

lips meet in a hungry

this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your

tired of us, of this, that one day we really

question as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on the

I

he says between kisses.

watching the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with

groans and

messing with

messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease,

tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against

to admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope

for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly

I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously close within

the stairway like he's

going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He bites down on his lower

have a

really all there is to

and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the perfect

know what I

if It's just

the couch has joined the soon

almost embarrassed as

like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm rag from the

he

"Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of an early

I say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

shotguns that he probably doesn't even know

"Perfect."

eyes and gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking

your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

drops the towel

pulls me into his arms, kissing

feel your stress,

against mine, muscular,

with the reflection of the documentary on the

want you to know that I'm here,