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 look

you sucked them so hard the other day I was afraid

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed, not that

holds up his

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost

meet in

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

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

our legs tangle with each other

and I want this to

he says between kisses.

I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of

groans and kisses

with my

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

my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning

future, I was too afraid to

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

looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks

going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He bites

you have

really all there

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

know what

It's just

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

embarrassed as Easton pulls

made a mess, like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

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

he rubs

only reason I have self control is fear of an

my

chases you with one of his old shotguns that

"Perfect."

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

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

towel and

again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

can feel your

hot against mine,

we sit with the reflection of the

know that I'm here, by your