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?”

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

close to

He rubs his hand over my

you hungry? Ryan and I had all this food delivered and a whole other bag that

chip and she made hash browns to go with them, mmm.” “You might be making me hungry again.” I glance up, our

for what?” He

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

aren't here, are

away and lean up, grabbing the box

gift.”

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 top to

want to explain this?”

really ...” I play with the tassels

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

“Your ass?” I nod.

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

go take a shower—I think we could both use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to use the lube now?” I lick across my bottom lip, something

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

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

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

the world.” His stare is like fire as it moves across my tits and down my stomach to the spot

scorches me in a way where I’m

words do

but they hit

can feel them deeper than my

Deeper than my heart.

they live inside

shower, the heavy, hot stream running over the top of my head, soaking my hair

soapy bubbles and