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 ear, "So

"Do not."

sniff and look

sucked them so hard the other day

His smile is devastating.

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

up

"In fact..."

so hard it

in a

survive without this man? These kisses?

one day we really

with each other and the

and I want this

he says between kisses.

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

groans and

messing with

erection, that's new,’ I

quickly unbuttoning his jeans

my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself

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

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

and looks up at the stairway

to go but fuck, it's even worse

have a

there

enough for his angle

know

if It's just

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

embarrassed as Easton

mess, like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of

groan as he rubs

only reason I have self control is fear of an early

tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

one of his old shotguns that

"Perfect."

gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and looking to

dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I

towel

“Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the top of

can feel

hot against mine, muscular, firm,

the reflection of the documentary

you to know that I'm here, by your