You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Easton

I nearly choke.

Miniature?

Hot dogs?

Damn, that’s harsh. Her arms cross as she stares down Ryan. “Did you want some?”

Oh hell, that little shit! “Actually,” I interrupt. “We were thinking about ordering pizza and inviting some people over, you want in?”

“Sure.” Ryan makes himself right at home, going to the fridge grabbing a beer then tossing one to me. “Blake was already on his way over anyway.”

Oh great now I have another dick who’s been staring at Harper way too hard lately. Is it my imagination or does she look really hot in her tight t-shirt?

i gulp and look away. “Sounds good.”

An uncomfortable look passes across Ryan’s face. “We good, bro?”

“Always.” We fist bump.

And I smile.

He doesn’t know I was just touching his sister.

That she licked me dry.

That the very hand he’s pounding was minutes away from dipping into her pussy and making her scream.

There’s something so fucking satisfying and horrible about the thoughts going

through my head, like I want to keep doing shit behind his back just because it fucking turns me on that he has no clue.

And she does.

Harper clears her throat next to me. “Mouth dry?”

Her glare says it all.

“I think I have more drinks.” I make a jerking motion with my hand when Ryan’s back was turned. She flips me off.

I fucking love it.

Damn it!

Pull it together, Easton!

My front door opens and closes. Blake strolls in like he owns the place carrying a six pack and sucking on his vape pen. His eyes drink Harper in then flicker to mine. “Did you get lost on the way to her house?”

Why does he sound annoyed? And why the hell is he looking at Harper so much

lately? It irritates me. We have rules you know?

Rules I broke without knowing, but still.

He has no fucking business asking about her or even looking at her like he is right

ΠOW.

“Yes. I was so confused I just took the stray home.” I admit with heavy sarcasm in an attempt to pull his attention away from Harper and on me. “Plus there was construction.”

Harper straight up growls. “Stop calling me a stray before I castrate you!”

“Hide the knives.” Ryan teases as he plops onto the couch in the living room and spreads his arms wide. “She looks like she means it.”

“I’m a lover not a fighter.” I admit with a wink.

“More like a fucker not a lover.” Blake adds again earning me another hateful stare from Ryan as Blake opens up the six pack and hands one to Harper.

Since when does he share his beer?

It doesn’t sit well with me.

Even an hour later when it’s dark and we’re all sitting in the living room eating pizza and watching Netflix.

He keeps offering her random shit.

Need another napkin?

Another slice?

Oh look your drinks empty.

He’s being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn’t he know Ryan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going from texting on his phone to watching the movie to texting again.

He’s probably horny.

Whatever.

I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I’ve officially lost it. Without putting too much thought into it, I move from the chair to the couch she’s sitting on Ryan’s on her right. Blake is on the floor facing the tv and I’m suddenly hot.