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?”

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

it was close to four.” “Woof.” “Yeah

me about it.” He rubs his hand over

Ryan and I had all this food delivered and a whole

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

for what?” He

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

aren't here, are

until tonight.” I wiggle away and lean up, grabbing the box from the

your gift.” I place it on

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

to explain this?”

with the tassels on

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

“Your ass?” I nod.

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

think we could both use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to

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

water and while we wait

of each other, he pulls

like fire as it moves

scorches me in a way

words do the

so simple, but they hit

feel them deeper than

Deeper than my heart.

like they live inside

the heavy, hot stream running over the top of my

his hands in soapy bubbles and rubs them across my