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..."

and whispers in

"Do not."

sniff and

day I

His smile is devastating.

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

up

"In fact..."

pounds so

meet in a

man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns

us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the

our legs tangle with

you and I

he says between kisses.

about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the

and kisses me

with my

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

tickles my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing

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 him in and saying a small prayer that

and emotional I can't even control my own body

my hips and looks up at the stairway like he's

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

you have

really all there

and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the perfect little magical

don't know what

if It's

can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

as Easton pulls

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

"I got it."

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

he rubs me

growls, "Gonna have to not do that...the only reason

say as he tugs my

you with one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

and gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner,

my dick, making your prophetic story

the towel

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

can feel your

is hot against

sit with the reflection of the documentary on the

I'm here, by your