You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

 Harper

 Mom and Dad think I'm still with Sadie, that we're sleeping off the New Year's Eve party and then going for pizza.

That's the story I told them, anyway.

But the truth is, after sleeping off our hangover, Ryan is leaving Easton's house, where he stayed the night, to come over to Sadie’s, and I'm going to Easton’s.

And Ryan and I are switching phones in case the parentals decide to check our locations.

I've thought about tasting Easton from the moment I woke up, all while Sadie was cooking us breakfast, the feeling growing even stronger as she drives me to Easton's.

And because the four of us had discussed this idea prior to the party, planning well in advance, I'd had time to buy Easton a little present.

It’s wrapped in a box that I carry inside his house, passing Ryan in the hallway on his way to the front door.

“If Mom calls, have Sadie answer or something,” I tell him, handing him my phone in exchange for his.

“She won't call, she'll text.

Her and Dad are probably as hungover as us.

But if she does text, do me a favor and try to sound like me.” I laugh.

“Oh, you mean, like give her a one—word response?” “Whatever, just don't get us caught.” He closes the door behind him, and I find Easton on the couch, a blanket over him, a buffet of fast-food wrappers on the coffee table.

“Is your head pounding as hard as mine?” I ask, setting the box on the table and crawling up next to him, snuggling under the blanket.

“Everything hurts.” He kisses the top of my head as I rest it on his chest.

“But so worth it.

That was a hell of a party.” I don’t want to admit this, but it was so much better than I expected.

In fact, I had a blast.

did we get

jumping into an Uber and the boys having the driver drop us off first, but I was far too drunk to see the

think it was close to four.” “Woof.” “Yeah

it.” He rubs his hand over

had all this food delivered and a whole other bag that I stuck in the fridge.” “Sadie made

chocolate chip and she made hash browns to go with them, mmm.” “You

what?”

want my cock as much as I want your pussy.” I freeze and try to listen

aren't here,

away and lean up, grabbing the

your gift.” I place

me, and then he slowly unwraps the paper

want to explain this?” he asks,

...” I play with the

you aside from my virginity.” He lifts the present

“Your ass?” I nod.

haven't had.” “Get over here,” he growls, and I

both use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to use the lube now?” I lick across my bottom

gone,” he jokes, and he rises from the couch, leading me upstairs to his room, and

turns on the water and while we wait for it to warm, we strip

of each other, he pulls out the tie that’s holding my hair

like fire as it moves across my tits and down my stomach to the

a

words do the

but they hit the

feel them deeper

Deeper than my heart.

like they live inside

hot stream running over the top of my head,

hands in soapy bubbles and rubs them across