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..."

and whispers in my

"Do not."

and

so hard the other day I

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed,

holds up

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

meet in a hungry

survive without this man? These kisses? He's

that one day we really

our legs tangle with each other and

you and I want

he says between kisses.

knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down

groans and

messing with

my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’

unbuttoning his jeans and pressing

never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for

now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and

he's right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own

grips my hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down

how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.”

you have

there is

pressure shift just enough for his

don't know what I

if It's just

I know is Mom can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be

as Easton

made a mess, 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

groan as he rubs me

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

scenario,’ I say as he tugs my shorts back up and

you with one of his old shotguns that he probably

"Perfect."

tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one

my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

drops the towel

he pulls me into his

can feel your

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

sit with the reflection of

just want you to know that I'm here, by