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 my ear,

"Do not."

sniff and

day I was afraid you were

His smile is devastating.

animal in

holds up his

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes

meet in

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

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

tangle with each other and the blankets on the

you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

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

and kisses me

messing with my

my dad's messing with your erection,

unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood

to admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my

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

I can't even control my

hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down

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

you have

really all there

both laugh and it makes the pressure shift just enough

don't know what

if It's just

find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

embarrassed as Easton

way bigger mess than we've ever

"I got it."

me again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an

he rubs

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

as he tugs my shorts

one of his old shotguns that he probably

"Perfect."

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

my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.”

drops the towel and walks

as he pulls me

can feel your stress,

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm,

the reflection of the

just want you to know that I'm here, by your side, no matter