You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 99

Easton

I wake up to gentle fingers touching my face and crack my eyes open to find Harper fully dressed and standing beside the bed, smiling down at me.

"I have good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?"

I ask warily.

"Sadie didn't commit murder last night."

"And what's the bad news?"

"Aisha is still alive, and she's currently in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone.” She wrinkles her nose.

“Do you think she's going to poison us?” "Probably."

I reach out and take her hand.

"Come back to bed."

"I need to go watch over Sadie before she gives in to her urges and tries to kill Aisha."

She tries to pull out of my grip but I just squeeze tighter.

"Easton, come on.

Let me go.” "No."

I pull her much like she did to me last night and she falls onto the bed, sprawled across me.

"I want you for breakfast.

Nothing else."

Her face is in mine, a big smile on it.

“But she said she's making your favorite.

French toast.” I'm not about to admit French toast is my actual favorite breakfast food.

How the fuck does Aisha know that? "I hate French toast.

I prefer waffles."

"Uh huh."

Harper's voice is full of doubt.

"And bacon."

"Oh, she's making that too.

She says she's been up since six, preparing our meal.

That was over two hours ago.

What did she do, go out and slaughter the pig herself?"

Harper's brows shoot up.

My girlfriend is a comedian.

“You're funny."

I dig my fingers into her ribs, tickling her.

Making her laugh.

“Easton.” She tries to wiggle out of my grip, but I take her with me as I roll over, so she’s pinned beneath my body.

"What are you doing?"

"Gonna have you for breakfast."

I kiss her, shutting her up with my lips.

She gives in with ease, her arms winding around my neck as my hands shove her T-shirt up, my fingers trailing over her stomach.

Next thing I know, I've got her leggings and panties pulled down to her ankles and my mouth on her pussy.

I feast on her as if she’s my actual breakfast, sucking her clit between my lips.

Thrusting my fingers deep inside of her, curling them to nudge that spot that makes her wild.

It works, She's coming all over my face in minutes, until she falls in a heap on the mattress, breathless and in a daze, her arm thrown over her eyes.

I kiss the inside of her thigh once.

Twice.

Watching her the entire time until she drops her arm and looks down at me.

"I think I might be the one dying this weekend.

From too many orgasms."

"What a way to go."

I shift up, so I can press a kiss to her stomach.

The spot between her tits.

Her shirt is shoved up beneath her chin and I gently pull the fabric down until her upper body is covered and just as I'm about to lean in and kiss her on the mouth, I hear voices.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Aisha yells.

"Let's feast, motherfuckers!"

This from Blake.

We stare at each other, Harper reaching out to brush her fingers against my chin.

"You're messy.” "Think I should walk down there looking like this? Can you imagine Aisha asking me what's on my face and I tell her your pussy juices?” I start laughing.

Harper wrinkles her nose.

"Juices?"

"What else can I call it?” I climb off the bed and spank her bare ass, making her yelp.

"Come on, baby.

Let's go eat."

"Didn't you do enough of that already?"

The smirk on my girl's face is adorable.

I go back to the bed and lean down to kiss her, just before I rub my face all over hers, making her squeal.

"Now we'll both smell like your pussy."

"You're so gross,” she says on a laugh.

"You fucking love it.” Her laughter dies, her eyes glowing as she stares at me.

"I do.” Well fuck.

That got real serious quick.

Once we're dressed and cleaned up, we head to the kitchen, where Sadie appears to be mainlining coffee and Ryan sits next to her at the kitchen counter, his hand on her arm as if he's holding her down.

Which he might be, I don't know.

Aisha is puttering around the kitchen like she's fucking Betty Crocker.

She's even got an apron tied around her waist.

"There you guys are! I was going to send Blake up to check on you."

"That would've been awkward since I was eating out Harper not even five minutes ago,” I say.

Harper slaps my arm and glares at me.

Ryan averts his gaze, his expression pained.

I love you so much, Sadie mouths at me.

"He's just kidding,” Harper says into the silence, but we all know.

I wasn't kidding.

Aisha pretends I never said it, that pasted on smile curling her lips.

“Ladies first! Come serve yourselves."

Ryan whispers something to Sadie before she slides off the stool to go grab a plate.

I drop a kiss on Harper's lips before I give her a shove toward the counter where all the food awaits.

These girls don't want to get close to Aisha, and I get it.

She's the enemy.

I glance over at Blake who's smiling at me like an idiot.

His hair is a mess, escaping his man bun and I flick my chin at him.

“What's your deal?"

"Nothing, man, Feeling good on a Sunday morning."

His smile turns into a grin.

"The fresh mountain air just does it for me, you know? That and listening to the two of you fucking all night long.

Talk about invigorating.” I don't even flinch at his mentioning that he listened in on us.

Not that it could be helped.

Harper was loud on purpose—at first.

"I thought you'd be too busy with Aisha to pay much attention to us."

"When you've got your girl moaning your name over and over again, you can't help but notice.” Blake steps closer.

“What's the secret, huh? Is she really that into you? Or is she just a greedy little whore who needs dick constantly?"

Ilunge for him, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him close so I'm in his face.

"What the fuck, dude?” “Hey, hey, break it up!"

Ryan runs over to us, shoving me away so I have no choice but to let Blake go.

"What the hell is wrong now?"

"I was just kidding,"

Blake says, that same shit eating grin on his face.

“Don't have to be so sensitive."

glance around the room, shaking Ryan off of me.

The girls are all gaping at us—at me.

Blake's blowing this off, like he didn't just say what he did.

But he said it.

And eventually, the fucker is gonna pay.