You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 184

Easton

The drive to the hotel is half lusting over Harper and half alcohol buzzing through my veins.

Sadie and Ryan haven't come up for air in the last few minutes as they make out across from us like we won't have to go to therapy after listening to the wetness of their mouths sliding against one another along with the moans and what I’m sure is a giant boner Ryan's sporting since sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.

“So this is fun."

Harper jokes and then shudders as Ryan moans again.

“So fucking fun.” I laugh and then pull her against me, kissing the top of her head.

God knows I want my girl, I always do, but I don't need to be all over her right now.

l adjust her crown on her head with pride before kissing her cheek again.

“You ready to party?” She looks up at me.

“I think we'll at least out last those two.” Ryan moans.

*Son of a bitch, bro!” I throw my flask at his feet.

"Knock it off, we get it.

You're horny and super drunk, wait until you at least don't have an audience.” “Don't mind one,” he says between kisses.

“Sadiieeeeeee.” Harper draws out her name.

“Fine, fine.” Sadie gives Ryan a bit of a shove.

“Stop clutching your pearls.” “More like puking them up,” I mutter under my breath, earning a laugh from Harper.

Ryan sits back and wipes his mouth with his sleeve like he’s been deep diving for clams or something, and Sadie stares across at us.

“Is my lipstick messed up?"

I frown and lean in toward Harper.

“She's joking, right?” “Maybe it's a trick question?” She bounces back.

“Or we win a prize if we answer correctly?” "She does realize she’s spent the last five minutes getting mauled by my twin...

makes it real.” “Was fucking

turn

is fucked because of that fucker

Ryan, who flips me off across

“Right,” Harper pipes up, “But you've got like...red...” She points her

and right cheek.” I nod my head in

less crime scene

helps?” Sadie shoves Ryan and grabs her purse while Harper and I snicker

to God it’s because we're together, despite the fucking

it, we may just survive all of this, huh? High school should come with both a waming and a passport just to get in so we can burn

do that whole trip down memory lane because, quite honestly, it makes me fucking panic over all

that we went through...

to travel down to get to

I do it again? Yeah, and that's what's

easy senior year, no drama, a lot of sex, hanging out with my

my queen by

she deserves after going to hell and back, and honestly, I'd travel that road a billion times as long it means

SIMP.

My brain screams.

right back as it flips my

Sue me.

all laugh and drink as the limo takes us to the hotel

full well he knew what was about to go down tonight, when he pulled me aside

so...prom.” He rocks back

on mine, mimicking

hands into my

He does the same.

searching for my dead body—okay, not really, but I half expect him to pull a gun and say pistols at dawn, all right? He suddenly announces, “I too

back then.”

He doesn't.

So far, I'm losing.

of partying,” he adds

and—” “—get her fucking pregnant, and I will

can tell you I don't

skills I have acquired over a very long career, skills that make

“Seemed appropriate.” I hold out my hand to shake

that’s fair.” He shakes it

and swallows like