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 in my ear,

"Do not."

and look

so hard the other day I was

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed, not that I'm

up his

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it almost

lips meet in

how did I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns

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

as our legs tangle with each other and the

and I want this to

he says between kisses.

butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your

groans and kisses me

with

with your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing

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

never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself

my body instantly

emotional I can't even control my own body as

the stairway

going to go but fuck, it's even

you have a

all there is to

and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his

know what I

if It's just

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

as

a mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

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

groan as he rubs

not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of

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

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

"Perfect."

his eyes and gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look

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

drops the towel and walks

is that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his

can feel

hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

closer as we sit with the reflection of the documentary on

know that I'm here,