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 not."

and look

day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

you've been like a wild animal

holds up his

"In fact..."

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

meet in

survive without this man? These

one day we really will make it through the end of the

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on the

you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs

groans and

with

my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease,

quickly unbuttoning his

my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my

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

even control my own body as I get dangerously close within

my hips and looks up at the stairway like

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

have a

really all there is to

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

know what I

if It's

that the couch has joined

as

made a mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

wet bar with an array of paper towels and a

as he rubs me

only reason I have self control is fear of

my shorts back

old shotguns that

"Perfect."

trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and

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

towel

“Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms,

can feel your stress,

hot against mine, muscular,

with the reflection of the documentary on

want you to know that I'm here, by your side, no