You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139
Easton
How is it possible to still feel myself inside her?

I think I walk funny the rest of the morning, my poor dick just wallowing in sadness over the fact that Harper's mom has eyes in the back of her head, but thank God not in the pantry.

Damn.

I think I bruised my knee and nearly broke a tooth face planting against that door in absolute terror that she was going to call me out for licking pink sprinkles off her daughters breasts.

Don't even get me started on fucking in the bedroom.

"Yo..."

Ryan slaps me on the back, scaring the shit out of me.

I almost drop the bowl of popcorn onto the ground.

“Wanna get drunk?"

“I knew you were my best friend for a reason,’ I mutter as his mom moves around the kitchen in a panic.

Apparently the syrup wasn't the only thing she was missing from that damn list and in order for her to make sugar cookies for some nursing home—she needs basically every ingredient.

Because, again, Ryan.

He said whoops.

Got slapped on the back of the head.

And then decided we should all leave his mom in peace before she choked him with one of the dish towels since she'd already literally been at the store to get syrup.

The girls wanted popcorn so here we are, watching her pace, and me wondering if she really will kill her first born by two minutes.

"I think that's it,"

she says to herself, doing a small circle.

“Powdered sugar, frosting, oh food coloring, sprinkles..."

“Bro,’ I whisper.

"You literally forgot everything."

He grabs a few sodas from the fridge and sighs.

"My dick was distracted, alright?"

“What does that have to do with anything?"

I give him a light shove.

His mom grabs her keys, keeps talking to herself then turns to both of us.

We jump back like she's holding a shank instead of her keys.

“Both of you..."

She jabs them into the air like she's trying out for the role of King Arthur and his excalibur.

"Dad's in his office getting work done, no funny business."

I almost laugh because she said funny business and it's such a boomer thing to say, but I hold it in—barely.

“Of course."

I nod my head seriously.

“We would never...after...you know."

Her eyes narrow.

"And Ryan?

Do.

You.

Understand.

The.

Words.

I.

Am.

Saying."

“Loud and clear!"

He announces with a nod of his head.

"I'll keep my hands to myself and jack off in the bathroom if I get desperate.

Thanks, mom, for this very enlightening talk."

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing as her face flushes red, she mutters, "Your fathers son,"

under her breath and leaves.

I shake my head at him.

"Really?"

"What?"

He shrugs.

“It made her leave faster and I really do have a boner, Sadie's not wearing underwear and she keeps texting it to me throughout the day just to torture me, I really might have to jack off in the bathroom."

"Didn't need to know that, now everytime you take a piss I'm going to be thinking you're jerking your dick raw."

He snorts out a laugh.

"Like you wouldn't after being told no sex under this roof."

Yeah and I kept that promise for what?

Less than twelve hours?

Damn, something was wrong with me.

Or maybe Harper.

She'd been so horny, so hot, what was I supposed to do?

Say no?

Who does that?

Not me.

Clearly.

"Guysssssss!"

Sadie calls from the basement.

“We've been summoned."

I grab the popcorn then nudge Ryan.

"You said drunk.

Where's the alcohol?"

"Private stash downstairs."

He shrugs.

"Plus dad will be in his office most of the day and it's pretty damn hard to smell vodka."

He winks.

Have I mentioned he's my best friend?

Because really.

If I can't have sex without her dad finding us, which really I'd take the risk since it would be the second time...and we have no edibles or joints, getting drunk seems the best optoin.

Plus, am I really that lucky right now to be able to get away with sex twice under this roof?