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.

fancier than that.” She bites down on her lower lip as

tears for me, tears for us, probably tears over the

love you forever despite all the cunts that

on, you love, you fight with, and sometimes fuck when you want to fight.” I add in

yours the way you've been mine when I was too stupid to even realize

She gasps.

the small bracelet—on the inside, it says my

it to

I'm getting pinned onto the bed, clothes go flying, I don't even know my own name as she rakes her nails down my chest like she wants

in an effort to

hit our heads together as she finally gets the rest of

grabbing my cock and

I'm in heaven.

and forth, and I'm drugged, so fucking drugged the building could burn

slamming against mine, my head actually hits the back of the headboard, and I'm so turned on I want to throw her against the wall and ugly fuck like the type of fucking where you know there may be bruising, but you don't give a shit because it's passion and love all tied up into one perfect

Her lips part.

I want to last.

I truly do.

I can't, not when I see the bracelet on her wrist, not

whisper her name, and I'm done, so done that I just let

And It smile.

That's my name.

My name bitches.

Mine.

Just like she's mine.

of these things as we get up the

take one last drag of the champagne that's been

have just grabbed

just hits different,’

we're celebrating, right?” She holds out

eating a shit ton of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and attempting to rally after a long night of