You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harper

That was close.

I press my fingers against my swollen mouth and try not to clench my legs too hard as remember the feel of Easton hard against me.

It was better than last time, more like a sex fueled dream.

A moment that can never happen again, if my brother has anything to say about it. He’s already going to be pissed enough when he sees my costume, please God let Sadie

 

calm him down. Besides when has Sadie ever failed me?

Everything’s going to be fine. Which is both a triumph and a disappointment. I stop in my tracks. If Easton knew, would he be touching me? Insecurity hits hard and fast as my boots click against the beautiful hard wood floors. With confidence I’m not really feeling, I adjust my black mask and walk into the kitchen.

I imagine it’s gonna be nothing but more booze flowing when I stop in my tracks and see Sadie and Ryan in a stand off.

She’s shoving at his chest, murder in her brown eyes as her batgirl

Chanter it

costume seems to tighten around strong, lean legs that look seconds away from jiu jitsuing my brother to the floor-if that’s even a thing.

“Take it back!” she yells.

No wonder she called.

I can’t decide if I’m thankful or disappointed at the interruption.

Ryan’s face is doing that scary, wide eyed rage filled stare thing that means he’s seconds away from either exploding or tossing her over his shoulder and taking out his anger in an entirely different, ewww my best friend and my brother way

“Ryan,” I call. “Stop yelling.”

 

“Stop yell-” His head swivels toward me.

And that’s when I see it.

I thought he was mad when I wore the bikini.

No. This is next level, I may die tonight

I gulp.

from my head down

One word.

His jaw clenches.

again, only this time he’s

not invited and who the hell gave you that

so is everyone else in the stupid

two of us,

hell are

minute Easton makes his presence known in the kitchen. My stomach drops to my

Shit.

he’s going to

hate my

 

where you kill

Fratricide?

center of attention-the thing I hate

This is it.

Easton finds out my true

pounds through me, making

Aisha runs up to Easton

 

gymnast in another

legs wrap around his waist as she presses a drunken, open mouthed kiss against his

was bad-this is so much worse, because he grins against her mouth a bit before he sets her on her wobbly heels. Her white nurse outfit leaves nothing to the imagination and

wraps an arm around her shoulders and saunters

 

and making me wonder why I even try when he’s never going to notice the real me or even think of

 

we’re in

me into a corner. “Why are you naked?” He shakes his head. “No, why the hell

to him, ready to start world war three in the middle

 

for two girls near the fridge to hear. I want to die and refuse to look at who they are, too

on me? Yeah okay, have fun when D ad buries your body in the backyard after I tell him to check

He gasps in

would.” I

his hands on his hips. “Look, guys

 

to

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