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.

time did we get home?”

remember the four of us jumping into an Uber and the boys having the driver

was close

rubs his hand over

delivered and a whole other bag that I stuck in the

go with them, mmm.”

for what?” He

love that you want my cock as much as I want your pussy.” I freeze and try

parents aren't here,

all alone until tonight.” I wiggle away and

you can open your gift.” I

got me a Christmas gift.” “This isn’t for Christmas ...” He eyes me, and then he slowly unwraps the paper

want to explain this?” he

...” I play with the

aside from my virginity.” He lifts the present out of the box, the bottle of

“Your ass?” I nod.

part of me you haven't had.” “Get over here,” he growls, and I giggle as his hands surround me, lifting me onto

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

have a better idea ...” “My hangover is suddenly gone,” he jokes, and he

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

he pulls out the tie

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.” His stare is like fire as it moves across my tits and

in a

do

so simple, but they

feel them deeper than my

Deeper than my heart.

like they live

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

his hands in soapy bubbles and