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 my ear, "So

"Do not."

and

you sucked them so hard the other day I

His smile is devastating.

wild animal in bed, not that I'm complaining

holds up his

"In fact..."

so hard it almost makes my

lips meet 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

love you and I want

he says between kisses.

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

groans and kisses me

with my

your erection, that's

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans

never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to

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

emotional I can't even control my own body as

up at the stairway

to go but fuck, it's even

have a magic

all there

just enough for his angle to

know

It's

has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in

embarrassed as

a way bigger mess than we've ever made

"I got it."

bar with an array of paper towels and a warm rag

as he

only reason I have self control is fear of an early

scenario,’ I say as he tugs my

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

"Perfect."

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

misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story

the towel

“Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me

can feel your

body is hot against mine,

the reflection

know that I'm here, by your