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 look

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

His smile is devastating.

wild animal in bed, not that I'm

holds up

"In fact..."

heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

in a hungry

These kisses? He's the addiction your mom

of this, that one day we really will

legs tangle with each other and

you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

thinking about your dad coming down

and kisses me

messing with

messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease,

my shorts quickly unbuttoning

in my future, I was

now my body

sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own

at the stairway like he's afraid then

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

have

there is to

enough for his angle to hit the perfect

don't know what I

if It's just

out that the couch has joined the soon to be long

almost embarrassed as

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

"I got it."

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

he rubs

have to not do that...the only reason I have self control is

my shorts back up and wipes

you with one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't even know how to

"Perfect."

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

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

the towel and

is that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into

feel your stress,

against mine, muscular, firm,

with the

to know that I'm