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 in my ear, "So do

"Do not."

and

you sucked them so hard the other day I

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed,

up his

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

lips meet in a

this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns

going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we

legs tangle with each other

I want this

he says between kisses.

thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the steak knives from

groans and

with

dad's messing with your erection,

my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back

I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope

body

he's right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I

my hips and looks up at the stairway like

I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He bites down on his lower

have

really all there

enough for his angle to hit the perfect little magical

don't know

It's just

the couch has joined the soon to be

embarrassed as Easton

a way bigger mess than we've ever made

"I got it."

with an array of paper towels and a warm rag

he rubs me

do that...the only reason I

he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

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

"Perfect."

trash in the corner, taking

luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually

drops the towel and walks

me into his arms,

feel your stress,

against mine, muscular, firm, and

with the reflection of

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