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 real.” “Was fucking real a few

Sadie...” I turn

is fucked because of that fucker who

who

Harper pipes up, “But you've

painted against your chin and right cheek.” I nod my head

less crime

Ryan and grabs her purse while Harper and

pray to

of this, huh? High school should come with both a waming and a passport just

memory lane because, quite honestly, it makes me fucking panic over all of the shit that

that we went through...

road we had to

again? Yeah, and

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

my queen by my

she deserves after going to hell and back, and honestly, I'd travel that road

SIMP.

My brain screams.

heart screams right back as it flips my

Sue me.

drink as the limo takes us to the hotel and drops

knowing full well he knew what was about to go down tonight, when he pulled me aside and started getting that awkward ‘do we need alcohol for this conversation” look in

so...prom.” He rocks back on his

I rock back on mine,

shove my hands into

He does the same.

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 went to

know they had prom back then.” I laugh at my own

He doesn't.

So far, I'm losing.

partying,”

her safe. I love your daughter and—” “—get

can tell you I don't have

have acquired over a

you quoting Taken?” “Seemed appropriate.” I hold out my

that’s fair.” He shakes it and

movie though.” “Fantastic movie.” He hangs his head and swallows like it almost hurts to speak