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,

"Do not."

and look

day I was afraid you were going to bite

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal

holds up

"In fact..."

so

in

this man? These

that one day we really will

question as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

I want

he says between kisses.

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

groans and

messing with

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

and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against

this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between

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

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

at the stairway

to go but

have a magic

really all there is

the pressure shift just enough for his

don't know

if It's just

never find out that the couch has joined

as Easton

like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

with an array

groan as he

to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of

tugs my

old shotguns

"Perfect."

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

making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

towel and walks

he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the top of

can feel your

is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

the reflection of

I'm here, by your side, no matter