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 look

other day I was

His smile is devastating.

like a wild animal in

holds up

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in

this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your

that one day

legs tangle with

I want this

he says between kisses.

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

and kisses

with my

messing with your erection, that's new,’ I

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans

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 himself between my

was, but now my body

I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my

stairway like he's afraid then looks

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 a

really all there

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

know what

It's

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

as

mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

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

groan as he rubs me

growls, "Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of an early

case scenario,’ I say as he tugs my shorts back up

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

"Perfect."

in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the

my luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.”

the towel and walks

laugh again as he pulls me into

can feel your stress,

against mine, muscular, firm, and

closer as we sit with the reflection of

I'm here, by your side, no