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..."

his finger and whispers in my ear, "So

"Do not."

and look

them so hard the other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed,

holds up his

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost

lips meet in a hungry

did I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction

of us, of this, that one day we

as our legs tangle with each other and

love you and I want

he says between kisses.

whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming

and

with

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

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

was, but now my body

emotional I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously

hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down at

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

baby, you have

there is to

pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the perfect little magical

know

if It's

find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in our

embarrassed as

made a mess, like a way bigger

"I got it."

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

as he rubs

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

as he tugs my shorts back up and

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

"Perfect."

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

and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on

towel

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

feel

hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

sit with the reflection of the

to know that I'm here, by