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..."

whispers in my ear, "So do

"Do not."

sniff and

day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

you've been like a wild animal in bed,

up

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

lips meet in a hungry

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

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

legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

and I want

he says between kisses.

watching the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the

and

messing with my

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

and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his

future, I was too afraid to hope for it

big his dick was, but now my body instantly

even control my

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

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

baby, you have a magic

there is to

and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his

know what I

if It's

couch has joined the soon to be long list of

as Easton

bigger mess

"I got it."

bar with an array of paper towels and a warm

groan as he rubs me

growls, "Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of an early

tugs my shorts

shotguns that he probably doesn't even

"Perfect."

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

hit my dick, making your prophetic story

the towel

me into his arms, kissing me on the top of the

feel

hot against mine, muscular, firm,

sit with the reflection of

I'm here, by your