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...

can't say it out loud, saying it makes it

turn my

because of that fucker who

who flips me

beautiful.” “Right,” Harper pipes up, “But you've got like...red...”

and right cheek.” I

crime scene

Ryan and grabs her purse while Harper and I snicker and

the stars in her eyes and pray to God it’s because we're together, despite the fucking spray paint and the

school should come with both a waming and a passport just to get in so we can burn it when

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

that we went through...

the shit road we had to travel down to get to this

again?

have said I wanted an easy senior year, no drama, a lot of sex, hanging

have my queen by

the crown she deserves after going to hell and back, and honestly, I'd travel

SIMP.

My brain screams.

heart screams right back

Sue me.

limo takes us to the hotel

her dad I'd be respectful, knowing full well he knew what was about to go down tonight, when he pulled me aside and started

rocks back on his

on mine, mimicking

shove my hands

He does the same.

a gun and say pistols at dawn, all right? He suddenly announces, “I too

they had prom back then.”

He doesn't.

So far, I'm losing.

of partying,” he

love your daughter and—” “—get her fucking pregnant, and I will

tell you

a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career, skills

“Seemed appropriate.” I hold out my hand

that’s fair.” He shakes it and

his head and swallows like it almost