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?” I

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

was close

about it.” He rubs

and I had all this food delivered and a whole other

sound pretty good.” “They were chocolate chip and she made hash browns to go with them, mmm.” “You might be making me hungry again.” I

for what?”

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

parents aren't here,

tonight.” I wiggle away and lean up, grabbing

can open your gift.” I place it

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

explain

I play with the tassels

I wanted to give you aside from my virginity.” He lifts the

“Your ass?” I nod.

and I

use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to use the lube now?” I lick across my bottom lip, something that drives

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

while we wait for it to warm, we strip

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

the world.” His stare is like fire as it

scorches me in a

do

but they hit

feel them deeper than my

Deeper than my heart.

like they

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

soapy bubbles and rubs them across my