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..."

and whispers in my ear,

"Do not."

and look

sucked them so hard the other day I was

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in bed, not that

up

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so

in a

man? These kisses? He's the addiction your

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

that question as our legs tangle with each other and the

I

he says between kisses.

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

groans and

with

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

sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me

admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to

body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a

so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously

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

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

you have

all there is to

the pressure shift just enough for his angle

know what

if It's just

that the couch has joined the soon to

embarrassed as Easton pulls

like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of

groan as he rubs me

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

he tugs my

his old shotguns

"Perfect."

the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in

hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

the towel

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

can feel

hot against

with the reflection of

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