You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 154

 Easton

 I went up the day before and made sure the Lakehouse was perfect for the girls, I set the temperature so they wouldn't freeze their asses off, and I made sure that the fridge was stocked with all their favorite drinks.

Truly's Champagne, Diet Coke, Bottled Water, and in the freezer, I dropped in some Gin and Whiskey.

I had a chef prepare one of the best meals I could think of.

Mac and Cheese.

But not just a normal Mac and Cheese—one that had like a billion different cheeses in it along with bacon and cream, and let's just say it should give them orgasms bite by bite.

I added in a whole bunch of appetizers and even made sure to get the projector so that we could watch a movie on the side of the house with the outdoor fire pit going as they hear the lake wash up against the shore.

It's going to be perfect.

And I can't fucking wait for her to see it now that we're finally here.

I've never gone to this extent during Valentine's, let alone any holiday, not even for my parents, best friend, nobody.

It's all about her.

Ryan's lucky as fuck that I'm letting him barge in.

Then again, he is my best friend, and I know I'll have Harper all to myself later.

Besides, she's happy with her girl around, which makes me happy, which makes us both happy when I get her to myself.

She might even thank me with her mouth before I fuck her with mine.

I smile to myself.

"Stop it."

Ryan shoves me a bit.

"Still, my sister."

"Oh please, like I didn't bring earplugs because Sadie keeps going, oh fuck me, fuck me, Ryan!"

He clears his throat and looks around the kitchen while the girls get into their sweats because fuck, the last thing they need is to get all ready and stressed out.

No, this is supposed to be relaxing as fuck.

"We gonna talk about the ass—"

"—Never.” I interrupt him.

"Cool, good, awesome."

Ryan nods his head.

I nod mine.

Awkward as hell.

We do this weird fist bump thing, run into each other before aimlessly wandering around the living room and kitchen waiting for the girls.

A door opens.

I look up.

And there she is.

My life, my soul, my girl.

Harper.

I get angry at myself, like legit want to run my head through a wall when I think about all the time I didnt have her in my arms.

When I was ignoring her, being mean to her, all of it just makes me sick because fuck, I could have had this years ago, and instead, I let myself get distracted.

I let myself be that guy.

I fucking HATE that guy.

And I was him.

But now I'm hers.

So I know it's better, but damn, that girl is beautiful, and mine.

She's wearing a pair of black high—waisted sweatpants with a matching crop top sweatshirt, her hair is pulled back in a braid that I can't wait to pull with my teeth, and her smile is all for me.

"Hey gorgeous,” I whisper.

"Hey handsome."

She skips toward me, like literally skips from the room.

All I can do is pick her up and swing her around and wonder how the hell I got so lucky to be with this human, meanwhile panicking, can I keep her happy? I'm not trying to be insecure, but damn, this person is my person, and I want her more than anything all the fucking time, and I can't imagine a world without her in it.

"You happy?"

I ask, twirling her around and setting her down on her bare feet.

She looks around the house.

There are vases of roses of various colors placed strategically everywhere, along with the roaring fireplace giving us an ambiance that I hope makes her want to just sit with me on the couch and make out.

Making out is still the best even if you don't have sex, and I'm totally okay with my body pressed against hers while we rub each other off and just exist in that moment.

Harper looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

"It's everything I've always wanted."

I smile.

"The flowers? Food?"

"You,"

she says, quickly grabbing my head with possession, her hands on each cheek.

"It's what I've always wanted.

You."

I swallow, afraid to speak because I know my voice is going to fucking crack.

I know this is a special moment, and I can't get past the fact that I just want to hold her.

Right now, I'm not thinking about having sex, stripping her bare.

I'm thinking about holding my girl and humming my favorite song.

I'm thinking about a future where we do have kids and still escape up to the Lakehouse when we can.

I'm thinking about what happens when we graduate, but fear creeps in because what if this doesn't last? I need it to.

It must.

It has to.

This sort of love is what people go to war for.

It's what people wish they had when they watch movies and imagine a world where you're with your other half.

I'm so damn lucky I can't even take it all in as I press my mouth to hers again.

She tastes like the last woman I will ever kiss—and fuck, it's the most addicting taste I'll ever experience as I slip my tongue against hers, as we hold each other and cement this moment into a forever where we always go back and say remember that time at the Lakehouse, when I knew once and for all, that I was yours? That was this kiss and this moment.

"Wow."

Ryan finally says.

"You realize I've been standing here this entire time?"

We break apart as Sadie comes out of the other guest room.

Ryan's jaw drops.

Sadie's in tiny shorts and a tank that may just fall apart.

She grins.

"I like my present."

"It was mine,"

he says with a laugh.

"And you did so well unwrapping it."

"Unwrap me then?"

She tilts her head.

And he's gone.

Sprinting toward her, tackling her toward the bedroom, and slamming the door shut, leaving Harper and me alone in the kitchen smiling.

"So..."

I twirl her in my arms.

"What does my princess want? A movie? Food? Champagne?"

She looks up at me with what feels like stars in her eyes.

"You.

I just want you, Easton.

I've only ever wanted you.

Not just for Valentine's Day, or Christmas, Or my birthday.

My wish already came true, so kiss me, love me, and show me how much you want me now...and that, my sexy boyfriend, will be the perfect Valentine's Day.’ I can't speak right away, it's my turn to be weirdly emotional as I wait a few seconds and whisper against her lips.

"Done."