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..."

finger and whispers in my ear, "So do

"Do not."

sniff and

other day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

you've been like a wild animal in bed, not that

holds up his

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost makes

meet in a

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

keep thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

love you and I want this

he says between kisses.

knife, I can't stop thinking about

groans and

with

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

my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back

in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it

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

he's right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body

my hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back

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

have

there is to

makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to

don't know what I

It's just

Mom can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items

almost embarrassed as Easton pulls

a way bigger mess than we've ever

"I got it."

downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels

as he rubs

that...the only reason I have self control is fear

scenario,’ I say as he tugs my

shotguns that

"Perfect."

his eyes and gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking

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

the towel and walks

is that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

can feel your

body is hot against mine, muscular,

closer as we sit with the reflection of the documentary on

know that I'm