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."

sniff and look

other day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not that I'm

up

"In fact..."

heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

in a hungry

I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns you

thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make

question as our legs tangle with each

and I want

he says between kisses.

thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the steak

and kisses

messing with my

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

tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood leather

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

to brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly

emotional I can't even control my own body

stairway like he's

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

baby, you have

all there

just enough for his angle to hit the perfect

know what

if It's

has joined the soon to be

as Easton pulls

way bigger mess than we've

"I got it."

kisses me again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array

as he rubs

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

he tugs my shorts back up and

chases you with one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

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

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

towel and walks

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

can feel your

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

we sit with the reflection of

to know that I'm here, by