You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 5

Harper

I can definitely see what I have done to him.

Oh my God, his dick is huge.

Massive.

I’ll never be able to handle it.

If I ever even get the chance to have it.

He thrust those hips against me so smoothly, my eyes nearly crossed. And the way the boy kisses…it’s as if I’ve died and I’m floating on a white, fluffy cloud,

only brought to life by his persuasive lips and delicious tongue. All that hip grinding and wandering hands and the heavy, hot breaths against my skin.

I’m practically a pile of sweaty goo on our bathroom floor.

No wonder people go on and on about sex. What I just experienced was freaking amazing, and it was merely a simple kissing session.

But I don’t care that he doesn’t want to leave, he needs to. Someone else could come knocking on the door or the lights could turn on at any second. What would happen then? Would Easton still feel the same way if he saw

who I was? Would he freak out that he’s been making out with his best friend’s sister?

I don’t know.

I also don’t want to take the chance of finding out.

I want to remember this night just like this, with my skin on fire and lips stinging and swollen and the memory of him telling me how hot my body is.

“Easton…” I start, finding his waist, touching his chiseled muscles, my fingers getting lost in the grooves between each ab. I open my mouth to tell him to leave. I need so badly to say those words, but

the way his hard-on is pressed against me, the way his body feels so scrumptious under my hands, my head is filling with other thoughts.

Ones that involve him staying and his mouth returning to mine and

No, Harper

This has to end.

Now.

“Easton,” I attempt again, “you really have to go,” I reinforce, leading him in the dark toward the door.

“You’re going to

He’s right about that.

giving myself the courage to jumble with the lock,

a good-bye kiss?” he asks

the strength to push him away. I’ll tug him right

softly, touching them with my free hand. “Now, you can dream

him through the threshold and lock

s

big, fortifying breath, the quivers leaping in my chest, the tingles

really

my lips, reminiscing about the way Easton’s had felt when

my luck. If this had happened seconds before, everything

alone in here and

at

flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My

warmer at the words

His words. His hands.

All over me.

door and I’m nervous that

is it?” |

silly, let

on her pretty face the moment the door is open. “What happened to

ask, wondering if she can tell what Easton and

lights go out and you disappeared! I had no idea where you were,” she chastises, scooting her way inside and shutting the

trying to hide my jittery

look all flushed.” She waves a hand toward my chest. “Your skin is splotchy.” Her gaze catches on the vodka bottle Easton must’ve left behind. “Ooh,

on.” I open

bottle. “Why did

went out I was outside when it happened, and all the houses around us had no lights either. So

in the bathroom the whole time,” I tell her, not about to reveal the kiss

want to savor it-try to recall everything he did and said. Relive

Maybe

teases, nudging me with her elbow. “Too bad you weren’t locked in the dark with a hot

truth, it’s scary. “Ha ha,

I don’t say a thing. My mind is still in a daze thanks

staring at you,” Sadie

It’s just a