You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Easton

I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but the minute I heard Blake’s name, I froze in place. Was she actually defending that asshole? Even after last night? After everything that happened between us? How was she so blind to that guy’s manipulations? I’m so livid I want to break the door down.

Instead, I stand there and keep listening.

No shit, Ryan and Sadie hooked up.

I should probably thank her for at least calming him down a bit, otherwise, I’d be dead at this point

Is that why he’s restraining himself? The minute she showed up and walked into the house, I nearly smacked him with a paintbrush, the guy went so still, I was genuinely concerned for his mental health.

The door opens.

Sadie gives me a wide-eyed look, then makes an excuse and bolts down the hall and down the stairs.

Harper gulps as I walk her backward into her room, shutting the door behind me and locking it. Her parents are downstairs getting lunch ready and I’m fucking famished.

I want to attack her, slam her against the wall, and strip her naked. Damn, I miss her taste already. School is going to be absolute torture, isn’t it?

“Aisha’s not in town,” I say, itching to pull her into my arms.

She sighs and looks away. “I know, Sadie told me.”

“So why are you defending that asshole?”

Harper chews her bottom lip. “We don’t know it’s him, and why would he go to that level?”

“Why?” My laugh sounds crazy. “Are you serious? Because he lost! Because he wants you and is pissed as hell that he can’t have you. I mean, seriously, take your pick.”

Her eyes narrow. Shit. I know that look, it’s not a good one, it’s one that says I need to apologize for everything even if I’m not sure what I did wrong. “So, I’m something to win.”

“Why are girls the worst sometimes?” | mutter and stretch my arms over my head in frustration. “No, not because you’re an object, but because he has pride, and it was seriously hammered yesterday in front of the entire school. Come on, you know me better than that. Trust me, if I thought I’d won, I’d be gone.”

“But you did kind of win.” She points out.

“I don’t win until everyone knows you’re mine, until you’re in my arms and bed on a . weekly basis, until I get to walk around the school and claim you in front of everyone. Winning lasts more than one moment.”

Her cheeks burn red. “That was actually really romantic.”

Ilaugh, I can’t help it. “Is that a compliment?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I suddenly realize we’re alone.

Or maybe my body does.

I don’t say anything else.

Reaching for her is as natural as breathing. I grab her hand and tug her against me. She comes easily. Our mouths meet in a perfect tangle of tongue and hands as she digs into my hair and pulls.

“Mmmm…” I drink in her taste. “I missed this.”

“It’s barely been a few hours.”

“Too long.” I kiss her deeper, then walk her backward toward her bed, slowly shoving her down.

My mouth waters when I imagine all the places I can taste and touch right now.

“My parents…” She looks up at me with innocent eyes that ask should we do this, but her

body is already arching for me, ready for me.

“What about them?” I brace her body, leaning over her with mine. My body presses her against the mattress as I rub myself against her, up and down, the friction is going to kill

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“Don’t stop.” She grips my forearms, her nails digging into my skin while I straight-up dry hump her against her mattress.

I’m fucking hard for this girl.

And it’s not just her perfect body.

I want to make her feel good.

I want to be inside her again.

groan, my eyes roll to the back of my head when she reaches for my length through my jeans then frees me by unzipping my jeans like she’s in a hurry. My dick slaps against my stomach. Her little hand moves around it, then up and down.

“Fuck.” I lean toward her as she moves her hand up and down. I’m ready to beg her for her mouth when she leans down and sucks me deep.

I nearly collapse onto her. My legs are weak as she licks my tip, only to pull my dick harder, sucking like it’s her only job.

Her hand moves to my balls.

I don’t deserve this.

Ryan’s still pissed. Why the hell am I thinking about Ryan?

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” I whisper.

She pulls back and looks up. “Huh?”

I give her no time to think.

I tug down her shorts and underwear, leaving her shirt on just in case we have to get dressed real quick.

“Five minutes tops,” I say, jerking my jeans all the way to the floor along with my briefs. I

shove her down onto the bed and smirk. “We’ll taste each other at the same time.”

I’m pretty sure I just scandalized her, but nothing sounds hotter than her mouth on me while my mouth is on her.

I flip her around until her lips are at my dick.

She makes a little squeak when I open my mouth and kiss her wet pussy. I’ve never actually done this before. She had her first with me, I want my first to be with her.

As I slowly start to suck and lick, she repeats each movement until we’re both writhing against each other, attempting to pleasure the other while having a hard time dealing with all the pleasure we’re receiving.

“So good,” I say between sucks and licks.

She grips my balls again.

I fucking die when her tongue flicks my tip again.

It sets me over the edge, I have a hard time controlling myself and know that I have only a matter of seconds before I’m shooting down her throat.

I give her little butterfly licks between her legs, soft, then hard, driving her crazy. Her moan is so loud I’m afraid we’re going to get caught.

“Right there.” Her lips are wet against my cock.

“Yeahhhh.” I can’t hold out anymore. “I’m there!”

She doesn’t stop sucking, instead, she drinks deep, shocking the hell out of me as her heat pulses against my hand.

Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever felt her so wet as she orgasms hard.

We’re both out of breath when I collapse half-naked against her.

“SO.” She takes in a deep breath. “That’s what all the fuss is about with sixty-nine.”

grunt. I have zero energy left.

Footsteps sound.

“Easton.” It’s Ryan. “I know you’re in there, you piece of shit. Get out here. Now.”

“Fuck.” I grab my jeans and look around the room.

Yeah, we’re officially screwed.