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 look

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

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed, not

up

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in a hungry

this man? These kisses? He's

day we really will make it through the

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

you and I want this

he says between kisses.

knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad

and kisses me

with my

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

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing

have to admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future,

big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small prayer that

I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously close within a

stairway like

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

you have a magic

really all there is to

both laugh and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to

don't know what I

if It's

couch has

as Easton pulls

mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

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

as he rubs me

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

I say as he tugs my

shotguns that he

"Perfect."

gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look

my luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story

drops the towel and

pulls me into his

can feel your stress,

is hot against

the reflection of the documentary on

that I'm here,