You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Harper

I check my phone again.

It’s been an hour.

He’s coming back right?

I type out a text then don’t want to sound desperate so I delete it right away and go back to my bed. I grab a pair of short black shorts and put on a white tank with no bra. I want to look sexy but not needy. The only issue is that everytime I think about Easton I nip out and then I want to touch myself and then I start doubting all the things because why?

Like, why me?

Why?

Insecurity is such a bitch and I hate it so much but it’s so hard when I see signs, when I wonder where he is, when he hides his phone, when I hear rumors.

I shove a pillow over my face and scream.

“Wow, so hot.” His voice sounds.

I throw the pillow and look up. He’s standing in front of me with a duffel bag, wearing his black jeans and a ripped black old school Van Halen shirt.

It’s the moment that any girl would literally die.

He’s so gorgeous I swear my ovaries start to weep.

How is he this perfect?

How is he even here?

Before I can say anything he kicks off his Jordan’s and crawls into the bed somehow at the same time peeling off his shirt and laying down next to me.

“How’d you get in?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Called in a favor from Ryan, he’s probably scarred for life now but ..” his lips meet mine in a searing kiss. “Worth it, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want to think,” I say, grabbing his face and pulling him down, our lips meet, our tongues tangle in a heated battle as he grinds his body against mine. I try to help him unbutton his jeans but our hands hit each other before he laughs against my mouth and gets them undone, kicking them down to his knees then his ankles before kicking them off onto the ground.

Now I have him.

I have Easton in nothing but black boxer briefs, one necklace around his neck I use for leverage, and muscles spread out for me to feast on. I don’t know where to look first.

His eyes lock on mine, his smile is easy, it’s everything I needed tonight to feel good about where we’re at.

“Hey,” he nips at my lips. “I missed you.”

“Where‘d you go?” | ask.

His eyes look away and then he’s himself again, smiling, laughing. “Wouldn’t you like to

know.”

| pinch his arm.

He laughs again. “I’m here now, isn’t that what matters?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Your parents home?” he asks. “Ryan literally just walked me up here a few minutes ago

and I nearly had a heart attack wondering if I was going to get caught.”

“Agree.” Easton jumps off the bed and grabs his bag, then hands Ryan his Airpod Max noise canceling headphones. “Here you go, just in case.”