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

"Do not."

and

you sucked them so hard the other day I was afraid

His smile is devastating.

you've been like a wild animal in bed, not

up his

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in

These kisses? He's

this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie without

tangle with each other and the blankets

love you and I want this

he says between kisses.

knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with

and

with my

my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’ I

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back

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

big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes,

sensitive and 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

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

you have

all there is

enough for his angle

don't know

It's

the couch has joined the soon to be

embarrassed as

bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of

he

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

he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down

of his old shotguns that he

"Perfect."

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

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

the towel and

I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing

feel your

body is hot against mine, muscular,

we sit with the reflection of the documentary

that I'm here, by your side, no