You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Harper
I’m staring out the small bathroom window like a complete peeper, watching Easton
Always with my eyes on Easton.
He’s drinking a lot tonight, and he doesn’t seem happy. There’s pain etched in his features, shading his eyes. There’s no smile on that perfect mouth, and he’s greedy with the tequila bottle, not willing to share it. I watch as he tips it back, his throat moving as he swallows, and I’m fascinated.
Who knew drinking could be so sexy?
Ryan talks to Sadie. I’m sure he’s asking her to do something for him. He’s so awful to her. I tell her over and over again she’s wasting her time, but she won’t listen to me. Guess that’ll be a lesson she has to learn for herself.
It’s not Sadie who runs the errand for my brother though. It’s Easton who rises from his chair, his tall, powerful frame moving with ease as he makes his way toward our crappy little house. Wincing, I consider making a run for it so I can hide out in my bedroom, but it’s like I can’t move.
My gaze is fixed on him.
He pauses right in front of the window I’m standing in front of, and I’ve never been more grateful for the opaque glass that makes it so no one can see through it from the outside. He won’t be able to see me, thank goodness.
But I can see him.
Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Tanned skin stretches over bulging muscles. His chest is smooth, his pecs developed and those six pack abs are utterly lickable. The thought alone makes me blush, because I can’t imagine putting my tongue anywhere on Easton’s body
Wait a minute. That’s crap. I can imagine putting my tongue everywhere on Easton’s body, and I bet he’d enjoy every second of it. I know I would
Withholding the sigh that wants to escape, I watch as he chats with a pretty girl who’s a year younger than us. She’s barely dressed in that black string bikini she’s got on, and she’s thrusting her chest out toward Easton as if silently demanding he look at it. There’s not even a flicker of interest on his face and I can tell she’s disappointed. To the point that she leaves in a huff, and he enters the
house.
crap. He’s in
house. One of our parents is usually always here, and considering we’re not one of the rich kids like
It’s as if he’s completely ashamed of the place. I
contemplate leaving the bathroom so I can dart upstairs, but what if Easton
coming into the bathroom. No one has tried coming in for the last five minutes. People might not even know this bathroom
of the windowsill before! dare to turn around. The door opens at the exact same moment as I turn, and I wait in breathless anticipation to see who it is just before the lights go
What the hell? Why would
shuts, but I
sense someone is in the room with me. There’s a quiet snicking sound. The turn
I can smell him.
is
But who?
turn back toward the window so I can see what’s going on when he
power
chill runs down my spine.
me in the window?” he asks, his head terribly close to mine. So close,
know what you’re
the windowsill, holding on tight. I can feel every inch of him mold against me, and I wonder if he knows
if he just does this sort of thing to random girls in the
feels