You’re Mine by Penny Brooks (Easton and Harper) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Easton

I’m fucking furious, anger rolling through my veins, making my blood run hot. Ryan’s too busy sweet talking Sadie to talk to me about what we‘re going to do with Blake, and I can tell…

Harper’s mad at me.

Shit. I gotta fix this.

“Baby.” I steer her out of the living room so we’re in front of the stairs. “You’re angry.”

She glares at me. “You left me for Ryan.”

“He needed me.” I reach for her, cupping her cheek with one hand as I pull her in close with the other. “And for good reason. He found those spray paint cans.”

“I can’t wrap my head around it.” The stubborn look on my girl’s face makes me want to roll my eyes but I restrain myself. “Blake would never do that to me. Or to Ryan. He’s your best friend. The three of you have been best friends forever.”

“Sometimes shit goes sideways.” And that hurts. Not that I’ll ever admit it. I’m too damn mad right now anyway and it overpowers the pain.

My best friend is a dick who’s out to make my girlfriend’s life miserable. And he’s possibly working with Aisha.

Like what the fuck? What’s happened to him to make him turn to the dark side? Is he that enamored with Aisha’s pussy he’ll do whatever she wants? Including making Harper’s life miserable?

I don’t understand the motive. I’m confused.

But again, my anger overpowers the confusion and the hurt. I’m too pissed to feel anything else.

“Ryan!” I roar. “Let’s go to Blake’s. Now.”

“No.” Harper clamps her hand over my mouth. “Forget he said that, Ryan!”

Ryan doesn’t even bother to respond. He’s probably lip locked with Sadie right now, the fucker.

Iglare at Harper, biting at her fingers covering my mouth, making her yelp and drop her hand. “Come up to my room,” she says softly. “You’re too angry to leave. I’ll help you calm down.”

I follow her up the stairs, my mind racing, filled with infinite possibilities.

I can confront Blake at his house.

School.

In class.

At lunch.

In the parking lot.

At a football game?

On campus is risky. We could get in trouble, though I’m pretty much untouchable there.

Blake could go down though-thanks to my fists and a possible suspension.

I smile. Yeah. I like the idea of a double whammy.

That sounds fucking perfect.

Harper drags me into her room and shuts and locks the door before she shoves at me. “Sit on the bed.”

I do as she says, frowning. Fully prepared for her to chastise me for being a macho asshole.

She doesn’t do any of that. Nope, my girl tackles me, pushing me so I have no choice but to fall backward onto the mattress with her on top of me, her lower body snug with mine.

Just like that, my cock stirs.

“Take your aggression out on me,” she whispers just before she dips her head, her

mouth landing on mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth, circling around mine and that’s all it takes.

I’m a goner.

I thrust my hands into her hair, holding her head in place as we devour each other. She’s squirming all over me, making me crazy, and I roll over, pressing her into the mattress, taking over the situation.

Reaching between us, I tug at her shirt, tunneling my hand beneath it to grope at her tits. Tear at her bra. I yank it down, exposing her and I shift away from her neck so I can attack her nipples.

“You’re hurting me,” she murmurs.

“You like it,” I whisper against her flesh, dragging my tongue across her nipple to take away the sting.

Our sweaty skin sticks together with my every thrust. The scent of sex fills the room and my balls are slapping against her ass, and still, I won’t slow down. Won’t come yet either.

I’m trying to draw this moment out. Make it last as long as possible.

“Easton,” she whimpers, her eyes finally closing, as if she can’t stand to look at me any longer.

She’s too overcome.

“I know, baby,” I murmur against her lips just before I kiss her. She responds eagerly, her hands in my hair, her thighs tightening around my hips. “You want to come?”

Her nod is frantic. “Please.”

“Beg for it.” I slow my movements, dragging my cock out of her before I inch my way back in.

“Please, Easton. Please make me come. I need you.”

Damn, she didn’t even hesitate.

Fucking hot.

Bracing my hands on the mattress, I fuck her in earnest, a grunt leaving me with every

thrust until she’s writhing beneath me, straining toward me as the orgasm suddenly washes over her, making her shake. I watch in fascination, the sensation of her pussy milking my cock sending me right over the edge.

Rendering me completely useless. Mindless.

Fuck, this girl.

She has no idea what she does to me.

What she means to me.

None.