You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 186

Easton

I want to fucking devour this girl.

I want the last words on her tongue to be my name, and I want her screaming so hard she's hoarse.

She reaches up and pulls my head down again, I'm so fucking lost I wonder if I'll ever find air again as our tongues tangle and twist like we haven't been making out and fucking for the last few months.

This is it though.

Last year was filled with so much drama, shit sex, and mistakes I never want to repeat, which just makes this year that much more special.

I have my girl, no my woman, because damn those curves, she is a motherfucking woman.

She arches up to greet me.

My dick is all like, hey girl, hey there.

But my heart wants everything to slow down.

Now comes the moment beyond the crown, beyond prom, beyond everything as I shakily pull back from her and stand.

She frowns.

“What's wrong?” More like, what's right.

I fumble like a total idiot as I reach into the pocket of my almost kicked off black pants and hold out the Tiffany's box.

Harper's eyes widen.

"Um, I'm not ready for—"

“Like I would propose during prom.” I laugh and want to kiss her even harder for the panicked look in her eyes that also tells me if it was a ring, she'd say yes.

bites down on her lower lip as it

way her eyes well up with tears, tears for me, tears for us, probably tears over the shit

the cunts that want to keep us

on, you love, you fight with, and sometimes fuck when you

the way you've been mine when I was too stupid to even realize what was right in

She gasps.

small bracelet—on the inside, it says my mystery

show it

I'm getting pinned onto the bed, clothes go flying, I don't even know my own

yell when her nails dig into my pants in an

nearly hit our heads together as she finally gets

my

I'm in heaven.

grabs my hands and puts them on her tits, her body moves back and forth, and I'm drugged, so fucking drugged the building could burn around us, and I'd still be like, oh look, a

against the wall and ugly fuck like the type of fucking where you know there may be bruising, but you

Her lips part.

I want to last.

I truly do.

her over and goes for hours, but I can't, not when I see the bracelet on her wrist, not when I see the bliss on her face, and not when I

done, so done that I

And It smile.

That's my name.

My name bitches.

Mine.

Just like she's mine.

thinking of these things as we

of the champagne that's been open all night and

have just grabbed

just hits

celebrating, right?” She holds out her

of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and attempting to rally after a