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..."

crooks his finger and whispers in my ear, "So

"Do not."

sniff and

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

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal

up

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard

meet in

ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your

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

tangle with each other and the blankets on

you and I want this

he says between kisses.

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

and

with

your erection, that's new,’ I

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and

my future, I was too afraid

dick was, but now my body

control my

the stairway like he's afraid then looks

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

have a

all there

the pressure shift just enough for

know what

It's just

find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in

as Easton pulls

mess, like a way bigger mess than we've

"I got it."

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

groan as he rubs me

reason I have self control is fear of

as he tugs my shorts back up

one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

the trash in the corner, taking one

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

the towel and

pulls me into his

feel your

hot against

the reflection of the documentary on the

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