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."

sniff and look

other day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not that

holds up

"In fact..."

so hard it almost

meet in a

without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction

keep thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the

tangle with each other and the blankets

love you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

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

groans and kisses me

with my

with your erection, that's

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

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

used to brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in

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

up at the stairway

was going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He

baby, you have a magic

all there

shift just enough

don't know what

It's just

find out that the couch has joined the soon to

embarrassed as

like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

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

as he

that...the only reason I have self control is

my shorts

shotguns that he

"Perfect."

paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the

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

towel

is that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the top

can feel

is hot against mine, muscular, firm,

closer as we sit with the reflection of the documentary on

I'm here, by your side,