You’re Mine by Penny Brooks (Easton and Harper) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Easton

Adrenaline races through my veins, making me tense. Eager. I drive like a madman to Harper’s house, pulling into her driveway so fast I see her jerk against the seatbelt.

Shit. I need to get myself under control.

We hop out of the Jeep without a word and I fall into step behind her, waiting impatiently as she unlocks the front door. She glances over her shoulder at me, her expression full of heated promise before she starts up the stairs. I slam the door behind me and follow her up, grabbing her by the waist the moment we’re in her bedroom, and I haul her to me.

“Finally,” I murmur just before I kiss her.

She returns the kiss with as much enthusiasm as I’m feeling. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in the parking lot-and how fucking surreal the entire moment was. Did I actually confess my feelings for this girl in front of her brother and everyone else?

Or did I stake a claim on her because, as Blake the asshole so kindly pointed out, I hate to lose?

Yeah no. It has nothing to do with losing and everything to do with this perfect, delicious girl in my arms. With the intoxicating mouth and curvy body. The perfect ass and giant tits that are currently pressed firmly against my chest.

Fuck, just having this girl in my arms sets my blood on fire.

I cup the side of her face, tilting her head to change the angle of our kiss and when my tongue strokes deep, my mystery girl moans.

My cock hardens in response.

Tiny shivers ripple through her and when I finally break away from her lips, her teeth are literally..

Chattering?

“You’re shivering.” I run my hands up and down her back, trying to warm her up, knowing the wet clothes we‘re wearing don’t help. “Are you cold?”

She gives a jerky nod. “Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe we should strip.”

“1-I should take a shower first.”

Igo completely still for a moment before I slowly pull away, a devious smile stretching across my face. “I’m down.”

“Um, not together.” She shakes her head, seemingly embarrassed “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

I’m such an asshole. Of course she’s not. This girl is a freakin’ virgin, for the love of God. I need to move slow. “Okay. Just know I won’t push you for anything you don’t want to do.”

Her smile is faint. “You’re so sweet.”

No girl has ever called me sweet. That’s not a word anyone uses to describe me, ever. “Yeah, don’t let it get around.”

Her laugh is soft and settles low in my gut. “Okay, there’s the mean boy who pushed me into a supply closet and shoved his hand down my pants.”

| slip my fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back so her gaze meets mine. “I’m sure I could shove you into a closet somewhere around here and relive the moment.”

Harper slowly shakes her head, her fingers going around my wrist and removing my hand from her face. “I need to shower first. Do you want to take one after me?”

I grab my phone and check social media, not surprised whatsoever to see my confession playing out on a smattering of Instagram stories from a variety of angles. Guess everyone had their cameras out for this moment. The biggest player asshole in school confessing he has feelings for the girl no one pays attention to.

Gotta document it.

I watch the stories, caught up in the look on Harper’s face as she watches me, her eyes full of unknown emotion when I say I couldn’t let her walk away. That I cared about her a lot. And those are such inept words. They don’t describe how I really feel about her

Hell, I don’t know exactly what I feel toward her, but I know one thing.

It’s overwhelming. Like an addiction.

All I want is Harper.

I notice on someone’s story the look on Blake’s face when I kiss Harper. The way his fists clench, like he wants to beat my ass. I spot Ryan, and while he seems disgusted, he also appears at a loss.

Like he can’t protect his twin sister any longer.

And then there’s Aisha’s expression when she spots us kissing. The look of utter disgust when Harper smiled at her. The venom in Aisha’s eyes.

My stomach drops.

That girl?

Is fucking trouble.