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..."

finger and whispers

"Do not."

sniff and

sucked them so hard the other day I was afraid you were

His smile is devastating.

animal in

up his

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it

lips meet in a

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

thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie without getting

our legs tangle with

I want this

he says between kisses.

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

groans and kisses me

messing with my

with your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing his

and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and

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

big his dick was, but now my body

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

at the stairway like he's afraid then

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

baby, you have

really all there is to

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

don't know what

It's

is Mom can never find out that the couch has joined

embarrassed as

way bigger mess than

"I got it."

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

as he

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

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

his old shotguns that

"Perfect."

used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the

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

towel and walks

as he pulls me into his arms, kissing

can feel your

body is hot against mine,

we sit with the reflection of the documentary on

that I'm here, by your side,