You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136
Harper
"That was fucking brutal,"

Easton says as we collapse onto the couch in the living room, the dinner finally behind us.

"Like a root canal with no Novocain, performed by a first— year dental student, kind of pain."

I feel every word of that, deep in my soul.

“Easton ..."

I turn to him.

"My family is the worst.

If I knew it was going to be like that, I would have ..."

My voice fades as I think of what the alternative would have been.

"I don't know what I would have done, but I'm sorry."

I lean toward him, needing to feel his arms around me, his lips on mine and the moment I get within a few inches, he puts his hand on my chest, keeping me from coming any closer.

"Not under this roof, remember?"

I roll my eyes.

"They're in the kitchen, they can't see anything that's happening out here."

“What if your dad has laser vision or cameras or, I don't know, a sixth sense.

I'm not taking any fucking chances."

“Dude, Sadie and I banged in their bed a few days ago and he didn't notice.

You're giving my dad far too much credit,"

Ryan says from the recliner where Sadie is sitting on his lap.

"Gross."

I gag and look at Sadie.

"My parents’ bed?

Really?"

She shrugs.

“It's spacious."

“I'm not taking any chances,’ Easton says.

"From now on, we go to my house, yours is forever off limits."

Which makes me sad.

Our house was always somewhat off limits, a place no one wanted to come to since it's on the poor side of town.

But now that Ryan and Sadie are together and Easton and I are dating, our house has become much more popular.

And now that's going to change.

Because my parents are ridiculous.

Ugh.

"Well, we're here now,’ Sadie says, "so what do you guys feel like doing?

Watching a movie?

Playing a game?"

“Getting high, Easton says.

"I second that,’ Ryan adds.

"Third,"

I reply.

“Mom!"

Ryan yells.

"Dad!"

He stands from the chair, setting Sadie's feet on the floor.

"We're going to the gas station."

“All of you?"

Mom asks from the kitchen.

"Yep, we'll be back in ten."

"Drive safe,"

my father says.

It's literally amazing how much Ryan can get away with.

My brother runs upstairs to get his keys and weed, and we hurry out to the car, Easton climbing into the backseat with me.

“Drive,"

Easton says, keeping his eyes on the front door.

"Before your dad changes his mind."

Ryan laughs and hits the gas and Sadie lights up the joint, taking a hit before passing it to Easton.

"Dude, that was an hour of pure fucking torture,’ he exhales, smoke now filling the car.

I take the joint from him.

"My dad just doesn't know when to stop."

"I think it could have been worse,"

Sadie says.

"Your dad could have hung Easton by the balls, and he could have eaten dinner dangling over us like a chandelier."

“Fuck,’ Easton groans.

"No, thank you."

"See?"

Sadie says.

"Way worse."

Ryan keeps an eye on the time and the second we're done with the joint, he heads back to our neighborhood and parks in the driveway.

“Perfume,"

Sadie says, spraying all of us.

"Gum,"

she offers, taking out a pack from her purse.

I'm chewing a piece, laughing at Sadie's wobble as we walk back into our house, my parents sitting in the living room, watching some stupid show.

“Cupcakes,’ Ryan says, and we follow him into the kitchen.

“Jesus, I'm fucking starving."