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."

sniff and

sucked them so hard the other day I was afraid

His smile is devastating.

wild animal in bed, not that I'm complaining

holds up his

"In fact..."

so hard

in a

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

of this, that one day we really will make it

question as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets

love you and I want this

he says between kisses.

the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad

groans and kisses

messing with my

erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing his

shorts quickly unbuttoning his

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

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

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

stairway like he's afraid then looks back

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

you have a magic

really all there is

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

know

It's just

the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

almost embarrassed as

made a mess, like a way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

with an array of paper towels

he

reason I have self control is

I say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

with one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't even know how

"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

funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me

feel your

is hot against mine,

as we sit with the reflection of the documentary on

know that I'm here, by your side,