You’re Mine

Chapter 29

Easton

I nearly choke.

Miniature?

Hot dogs?

Damn, that’s harsh. Her arms cross as she stares down Ryan. “Did you want some?”

Oh hell, that little shit! “Actually,” I interrupt. “We were thinking about ordering pizza and inviting some people over, you want in?”

“Sure.” Ryan makes himself right at home, going to the fridge grabbing a beer then tossing one to me. “Blake was already on his way over anyway.”

Oh great now I have another dick who’s been staring at Harper way too hard lately. Is it my imagination or does she look really hot in her tight t-shirt?

i gulp and look away. “Sounds good.”

An uncomfortable look passes across Ryan’s face. “We good, bro?”

“Always.” We fist bump.

And I smile.

He doesn’t know I was just touching his sister.

That she licked me dry.

That the very hand he’s pounding was minutes away from dipping into her pussy and making her scream.

There’s something so fucking satisfying and horrible about the thoughts going

through my head, like I want to keep doing shit behind his back just because it fucking turns me on that he has no clue.

And she does.

Harper clears her throat next to me. “Mouth dry?”

Her glare says it all.

“I think I have more drinks.” I make a jerking motion with my hand when Ryan’s back was turned. She flips me off.

I fucking love it.

Damn it!

Pull it together, Easton!

My front door opens and closes. Blake strolls in like he owns the place carrying a six pack and sucking on his vape pen. His eyes drink Harper in then flicker to mine. “Did you get lost on the way to her house?”

Why does he sound annoyed? And why the hell is he looking at Harper so much

lately? It irritates me. We have rules you know?

Rules I broke without knowing, but still.

He has no fucking business asking about her or even looking at her like he is right

ΠOW.

“Yes. I was so confused I just took the stray home.” I admit with heavy sarcasm in an attempt to pull his attention away from Harper and on me. “Plus there was construction.”

Harper straight up growls. “Stop calling me a stray before I castrate you!”

“Hide the knives.” Ryan teases as he plops onto the couch in the living room and spreads his arms wide. “She looks like she means it.”

“I’m a lover not a fighter.” I admit with a wink.

“More like a fucker not a lover.” Blake adds again earning me another hateful stare from Ryan as Blake opens up the six pack and hands one to Harper.

Since when does he share his beer?

It doesn’t sit well with me.

Even an hour later when it’s dark and we’re all sitting in the living room eating pizza and watching Netflix.

He keeps offering her random shit.

Need another napkin?

Another slice?

Oh look your drinks empty.

He’s being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn’t he know Ryan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going from texting on his phone to watching the movie to texting again.

He’s probably horny.

Whatever.

I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I’ve officially lost it. Without putting too much thought into it, I move from the chair to the couch she’s sitting on Ryan’s on her right. Blake is on the floor facing the tv and I’m suddenly hot.

Like really hot

I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and toss it over Harper then get up and make sure all the lights are off as Ryan clicks on the next movie

It’s the second Quiet Place movie which I’ll never admit gave me nightmares for at least two weeks.

Harper stills next to me when I sit.

“More like a fucker not a lover.” Blake adds again earning me another hateful stare from Ryan as Blake opens up the six pack and hands one to Harper.

Since when does he share his beer?

It doesn’t sit well with me.

Even an hour later when it’s dark and we’re all sitting in the living room eating pizza and watching Netflix.

He keeps offering her random shit.

Need another napkin?

Another slice?

Oh look your drinks empty.

He’s being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn’t he know Ryan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going from texting on his phone to watching the movie to texting again.

He’s probably horny

Whatever.

I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I’ve officially lost it. Without putting too much thought into it, I move from the chair to the couch she’s sitting on, Ryan’s on her right. Blake is on the floor facing the tv and I’m suddenly hot

Like really hot.

I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and toss it over Harper then get up and make sure all the lights are off as Ryan clicks on the next movie

It’s the second Quiet Place movie which I’ll never admit gave me nightmares for at least two weeks.

Harper stills next to me when I sit.

The flat screen is the only light flickering through the massive living room and I’m feeling buzzed. From the beer or from sitting next to Harper I’m really not sure, but I like it. I have a million sensations pulsing through my body as I sit next to her, thigh to thigh

I dip my hands under the blanket pulling it over my lap then reach across and grip her thigh.

She jumps a foot

Ryan laughs, slapping his leg. “You’re such a chicken shit, Harper, do you need to close your eyes?

“Shut up.” She smacks him in the arm, he smacks her back, forcing her to scoot closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together and that awareness won’t go away no matter how many times I try to ignore it.

I side eye Blake who seems to be more interested in the movie and his pizza before | slide my hand down her thigh again.

She’s wearing leggings.

I can feel her pulse.

Her body heats as my fingers dance along her thigh, toying with her, playing with her, trying to see how far I can push her with her brother sitting mere inches from her.

She stiffens—spoiler alert-so do l.

I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life. I adjust myself underneath the blanket and try to focus on the movie, then after a few minutes, I move my hand up and dip it into her waist, adjusting my legs so it looks like I’m getting more comfortable on the couch when really I’m shoving my hand down his sister’s pants. Her fingers dig into my leg

Ilean in and whisper. “Sorry, I wanted a snack.”

She turns her head, her mouth inches from mine, “There’s some pizza left”

“I wanted pussy.” I whisper.

She gulps. “You don’t know what you want.”

“Shhhhh!” Ryan shoves her.

I pull my hand away from her heat, my body devastated with the loss.

With a sigh she gets up and mumbles. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Leaving me wondering if I’ve pushed her too far.”

The guys are oblivious so I get up. “Anyone want more beer?”

“Sure.” Ryan yawns.

Blake shakes his head completely blitzed out as he takes another drag of his vape. “Nahhhhh.”

He’s so stoned he probably thinks he’s at his house.

“Cool.” I bypass the kitchen and go straight to the guest bathroom. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I knock on the door twice.

She cracks it open

I shove it further, then shove her against the counter, and kiss the hell out of her slamming and locking the door behind us. “Fuck not doing this,” jerk away briefly. “I’m going to have you and you’re going to come so hard you see stars.”

“Easton,” Her eyes fill with panic.

“Make no mistake,” I whisper against her mouth. “This time the lights are on.”