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, "So

"Do not."

and look

other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

animal in

up

"In fact..."

heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in a

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

tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it

question as our legs tangle with

you and I

he says between kisses.

after watching the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your

groans and kisses

messing with

dad's messing with your erection,

tickles my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning

this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides

my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking

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

stairway like

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

you have a

there is

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

know

if It's just

that the couch has joined

as Easton pulls

made a mess, like a way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

downstairs wet bar with an array of paper

groan as he rubs me

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

I say as he tugs my shorts back up and

shotguns that he probably doesn't even know

"Perfect."

in the trash in the corner,

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

towel

he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

feel your stress,

against mine, muscular, firm,

with the reflection of the

that I'm here,