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..."

whispers in my ear, "So do

"Do not."

and look

the other day I was afraid you were

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in bed, not that I'm complaining

up

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it

meet in a hungry

I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns

day we really will make it through

with each other and the

you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad

and kisses

messing with

your erection,

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

admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my

but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in

so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I

stairway like he's

to go but fuck, it's even worse than I

you have

really all there is to

the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the perfect little

don't know

It's

out that the couch has joined the soon to

as Easton

bigger mess than

"I got it."

the downstairs wet bar with an array

groan as he rubs me

to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of

tugs my

one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

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

he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on

drops the towel

as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

feel your stress,

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm,

with the reflection of the documentary on the

just want you to know that I'm here,