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 look

day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

wild animal in bed, not that

holds up

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in a hungry

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

that one day we really will

as our legs tangle with each other and the

I want this

he says between kisses.

thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with

groans and kisses

messing with my

erection, that's new,’ I

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood

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

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

I can't even control

at the stairway like he's afraid then

but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.”

have a magic

all there is to

both laugh and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the perfect little

don't know

It's

is Mom can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in our

as

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

"I got it."

returns from the downstairs wet bar with

as he rubs me

reason I have self control is fear of an

say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes

of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't even know

"Perfect."

them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and looking to

prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on

the towel and

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

feel

is hot against mine, muscular, firm,

sit with the

want you to know that I'm here, by your side, no matter