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..."

crooks his finger and whispers in my

"Do not."

and

them so hard the other day I was afraid

His smile is devastating.

like a wild animal in bed, not that

holds up

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes

meet in a

survive without this man? These kisses? He's

of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie

answers that question as our legs tangle with each other and the

you and I

he says between kisses.

I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of

groans and kisses me

messing with

messing with your erection,

sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his

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 emotional I can't even control my

up at the stairway like he's afraid

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

you have a

there

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

know what

if It's

find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

almost embarrassed as

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

"I got it."

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

he rubs

have to not do that...the only reason I have self

case scenario,’ I say as he tugs my

shotguns that he probably

"Perfect."

towels, tossing them in the trash in the

making your prophetic story actually

towel

me into his arms, kissing me

feel

is hot against mine,

the reflection of the documentary

that I'm here, by your side, no matter