You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Easton

Blake’s hands clench into fists as he glares at me from the end of the hallway, his nostrils flaring like a bull. “Why the hell were your lips all over my girl?” He nods toward the closed door of Harper’s bedroom.

“Your girl?”

I want to laugh.

I’ve known the guy since I was a kid, but suddenly he feels almost like a stranger. And someone I want to knock the fuck out and never set eyes on again.

“That’s right, asshole. My girl.”

“So, you’re telling me, you’ve claimed her? You and Harper are dating now?”

“It doesn’t matter what the hell our title is. I like her and I’ve made that clear to you. But obviously, you have no boundaries when it comes to your friends.”

He made it clear to me?

I would hardly call it that.

When I mentioned to him that they seemed to be getting close, he asked if I felt threatened. I then asked if he was going to pursue her, and he shrugged.

And Harper’s the one who kissed him in the hallway-the visual, once again, making me fucking crazy-not the other way around.

One thing I do know is I don’t want him to tell Ryan about what he just witnessed.

I’m not ready for him to find out about us.

How the hell can I get myself out of this mess?

Before I even get the chance to respond, Harper’s bedroom door opens and she pops her head out, peeking into the hallway.

Her eyes widen when glances from me to Blake. “What’s going on out here?” Panic covers her face.

I’m not surprised, not when she knows Blake has a hard-on for her, and her pussy is still wet from my tongue.

I don’t want her to get sucked into this, this is between me and Blake.

I lower my voice and say, “Nothing, go back inside-”

“No,” Blake interrupts, “why don’t you stay and tell us which mouth you prefer.” He glares at me. “Mine or his.”

Nice try, dickhead, but we’re not going down that road.

“Harper, don’t answer that motherfucker’s question.”

“I’m the motherfucker?” Blake snaps. “Because, from what I just saw, that role is all yours.”

“Harper, get back inside,” I order.

She disappears and shuts the door behind her, leaving us alone in the hallway.

“For someone who cares about her, you have a real shitty way of showing it,” I tell him. “Putting her in the middle, that’s real classy.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, more anger seeping into his expression. “You’re just afraid she’s going to choose me.”

I laugh.

And I draw out the sound and movement, making sure he knows how funny he is. “If that’s what you want to believe, be my guest.”

“It’s not what I believe, it’s fact.”

I’m not going to sit around and waste my time getting nowhere with him, not when I

know he’s not going to say anything to Ryan when I can come back and tell Ryan about their make out session at school.

“You’re ridiculous,” I bark and rush down the stairs.

“Run away, Easton, like a real fucking pussy.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

I stop in the living room, seeing the guys through the patio door. I can’t return to the backyard and pretend nothing has happened between Blake and me. Ryan will know within a second and every secret will come tumbling out.

The message sends and my phone starts ringing, Aisha’s name on the screen. If I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling.

I slow as I approach the red light. “Now?”