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

"Do not."

sniff and

other day I was afraid

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in

up

"In fact..."

pounds so hard

meet in a hungry

this man? These kisses? He's

tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through

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

and I want this

he says between kisses.

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

groans and

with

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

my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans

never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my

his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small

control my own body as I get

up at the stairway like he's

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

baby, you have a

all there

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

know what I

if It's

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

as

a mess, like a way bigger

"I got it."

from the downstairs wet bar with an array of

he rubs

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

I say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes

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

"Perfect."

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

prophetic story

the towel and walks

laugh again as he pulls me into his

can feel

against mine, muscular, firm, and

sit with the reflection of the documentary on

know that I'm here, by