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

"Do not."

sniff and

them so hard the other day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not that I'm complaining

holds up his

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so

meet in

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

keep thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make

answers that question as our legs tangle with each

and I want this to

he says between kisses.

thinking about

groans and kisses me

messing with my

dad's messing with your erection, that's

my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his

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

big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small prayer

control my own body as I get dangerously close

up at the stairway like

was going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than

have a magic

all there is to

it makes the pressure shift just enough for his

don't know

It's

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

embarrassed as

a mess, like a way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm

groan as he

that...the only reason

tugs my shorts back up and

chases you with one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

paper towels, tossing them in the trash in

dick, making your prophetic story actually

the towel and

me into his arms, kissing me on the top of

feel your stress,

hot against mine, muscular, firm,

we sit with the reflection of the

know that I'm