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

us jumping into an Uber and the boys having the driver drop us off first,

was close to

it.” He rubs

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

stuffed.” “Pancakes sound pretty good.” “They were chocolate chip and she made hash browns to go with them, mmm.”

for what?”

as I want your pussy.” I freeze and

parents aren't here,

away and lean up,

gift.” I

“This isn’t for Christmas ...” He eyes me, and then he slowly unwraps the paper from the box, tossing it onto the

you want to explain this?” he asks,

I play with the tassels on the

my virginity.” He lifts the present out of the box, the bottle of lube now resting in his

“Your ass?” I nod.

over here,” he growls, and I giggle as his hands surround me, lifting me onto his lap where his mouth devours

use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to use the lube now?” I

idea ...” “My hangover is suddenly gone,” he jokes, and he rises from the couch, leading me upstairs to his room, and into

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

we're both standing naked in front of each other, he pulls out

stare is like fire as it moves across my tits and

scorches me in a way where I’m

words do the

so simple, but they

them deeper than my

Deeper than my heart.

they live

backs me up into the shower, the heavy, hot stream running over the top of my

his hands in soapy bubbles