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..."

crooks his finger and whispers in my ear,

"Do not."

and

hard the other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not that

holds up

"In fact..."

so hard it

in a

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

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

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets

you and I want

he says between kisses.

with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the steak knives from

and kisses me

messing with

your erection, that's new,’

quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood

but never saw this in my future, I was

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

right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously

at the stairway like he's

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

have a

there is to

pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the

know what

It's

the couch has joined the soon to

almost embarrassed as

made a mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

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

he rubs

only reason I have self control is fear of

as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes

you with one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

towels, tossing them in the trash in the

dick, making your prophetic

drops the towel and walks

“Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his

can feel your

against mine, muscular, firm, and

sit with the reflection of

I'm