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.

we get home?”

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

it was close

rubs his hand

and a whole other bag that I stuck

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

for what?” He

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

here, are

away and

you can open your gift.” I

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

to explain this?” he

really ...” I play with the tassels on the

else I wanted to give you aside from my virginity.” He lifts the present out of the box, the

“Your ass?” I nod.

haven't had.” “Get over here,” he growls, and I giggle as his hands surround

away, let’s go take a shower—I think we could both use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to

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

and while we wait for it to

standing naked in front of each other, he pulls out the tie that’s holding

His stare is like fire as it

me in a way

words do

so simple, but they hit

them deeper

Deeper than my heart.

they live inside

running over

lathers his hands in soapy bubbles and