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..."

finger and whispers in

"Do not."

and look

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

His smile is devastating.

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

up

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

meet in a hungry

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

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

tangle with each other and the

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

groans and kisses

with my

erection, that's new,’ I

quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against

about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he

brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in

emotional I can't even control my own

looks up at the stairway

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

have a

there is

enough for his angle to hit the perfect little

don't know

if It's just

has joined the soon to be long list

almost embarrassed as

like a way bigger mess than we've ever made

"I got it."

from the downstairs wet bar with an array of

as he rubs me

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

as he tugs my shorts back up

of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't even know how

"Perfect."

paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and

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

drops the towel and

me into his

can feel your

hot against mine, muscular,

with the reflection of

want you to know that I'm here, by