You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 155

 Harper

 It takes mere minutes to make it into the bedroom.

The door closes, my mouth opens to drink in more of his kiss as our foreheads press together.

I can feel the heat of his body, the want from the way his cock strains against his jeans.

I reach down and touch him.

He shudders, his entire body shaking like we've never had sex before like we've never had moments like this.

Why does this feel different? It is.

And I don't know why.

But this is different.

It's not just us in this room—it's our forever.

I don't know why I feel like crying...

it's not like they're sad tears, everything about this moment is happy, it's everything.

Easton pulls away, his eyes lock onto mine.

I couldn't look away if I tried.

"I love you."

He shoves me back onto the bed.

"Forever.

Always."

I shove him back and love the way he frowns like he's getting his favorite toy taken away from him in confusion.

"Wait."

I hold up my hand.

His hungry look is all it takes for me to quickly pull off the sweatshirt.

Little does he know that I'd been planning my own Valentine's Day surprise, and it has everything to do with sexy lingerie and his mouth on mine.

I toss the sweatshirt to the ground and grin up at him as I lay against the bed.

I'm wearing a white and red bra that leaves basically nothing to the imagination with its strategic lace.

My boobs look huge, and he looks ready to shove his face between them and die a sweet death.

Easton licks his lips, his eyes going from my boobs to my eyes, then back down again like he's trying to be a gentleman and control himself when all he wants to do is go all caveman, which I would so love.

Pull my hair.

Stick your cock inside me.

Throw me against the wall.

Maybe we'll make permanent dents in the Lakehouse? One can only hope.

"Damn,"

he finally whispers.

"Your tits..."

I grin.

"Nice, right?"

"Fucking delicious.” He reaches, I swat his hands back and then slowly shrug out of my sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and I swear Easton nearly swallows his tongue whole as his eyes widen and he looks down.

I'm in nothing but a matching lacy thong that's high on my hips.

I tug at the small strings on the sides, then flip over onto my stomach and arch up toward him doggy style.

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

His hands hit my ass gently and then firmer as he digs in.

"Fuck!"

"I like it when you yell,"

I say, arching toward him.

"And I like it when you scream."

He bites down on my neck and tugs my thong completely from my body, tossing it onto the floor.

Easton grabs my ass, and then his tongue is running down the back of my thighs as he grips my skin.

Ecstasy washes over me as I slam back against him, needing him in ways I don't even think my body understands.

There is nothing but pure need as he groans and grips me by the hips again and flips me onto my back, hovering over me.

With a grunt, he peels off his shirt.

My fingers shake as I touch his six—pack and imagine my tongue in between each muscle.

I grab the front of his jeans and flick open the button.

In a hurry, he undoes them and kicks them off, then leans down and kisses me again.

Emotion washes over me as I stare up into his eyes.

I feel him everywhere, from his hand gripping my hips to the way the heat of his body presses against my thighs.

I gulp as he lowers his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

"It should have always been you,"

he whispers.

"Always."

A tear slides down my cheek onto the pillow as I reach for his shoulders, then slide my hands around his neck and pull him close, deepening the kiss.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

Easton asks against my mouth.

"You're mine, you can fight it all you want, but in my head, it's always been you, even when my heart knew that it wasn't real...

it's you."

Easton pulls back a funny expression on his face.

He pulls his hand from my thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts until he finally rests on my chest, his fingertips nearly burning into me.

I frown, wondering what he's doing.

His smile is pure sexy perfection.

His head descends, his lips are on my ear.

He bites, then he whispers, “It's yours.

My heart.

It's yours.

It will always be yours.

And you'll always be..."

He hesitates, then tugs my ear with his teeth again and damn near growls.

"Mine."

I gasp, my hips bucking up against him.

And then it's all over, my hesitation, his, our words, and the way we've been lingering on the edge of this moment.

He grabs my hair tugging it as he kisses me hard, his mouth slamming against mine like he's trying to make a point or possibly stake a claim, and I'm ready for it, so on board as I kiss him back with everything inside of me.

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.

Everything we've been struggling with this year.

I let it go.

I finally fucking let it go.

I let Easton take it.

I let him fix it with this love we have between each other.

He thrusts into me, his mouth leaves.

I feel empty when I'm full.

But he's pumping into me, his eyes locked.

It feels so good that I want to cry out, but I stay silent.

Which is good since he uses this moment, this very special moment, to talk.

"Heal with me,"

he says.

"Be with me.” He slides further out of me and then slams into me.

"Stay with me."

His smile is almost sad.

"I would love you no matter what."

He kisses my nose.

"I'll love you either way.’ "Whatever the future holds, wherever it fades..."

He keeps fucking me slowly.

"..my love doesn't change, Harper.

It's going to grow, but it will never fucking change."

"I—"

I can't find the words.

And I swear he reads my mind as he responds.

"Then dont, Harper, just listen to us, listen to the way our worlds collide."

Another pump of his hips.

"Listen to fucking perfection....and don't forget..."

He grins.

"To scream my name."

"Easton, I whisper it as if it's more powerful as his eyes roll into the back of his head like he's nearly finished.

"I worship you."

The confession falls as we both finish.

And I realize in that moment that no matter what happens.

He's no longer just mine.

He's my future.