You’re Mine

Chapter 111

Harper

I can tell something is wrong by the way Aisha’s grinning and wiping her mouth and the way that Easton looks ready to hurl.

His face is pale.

And memories of what Blake said in the garage have my head spinning already.

He warned me about her, he said that she’s still hung up on Easton and would do anything short of murdering me to get to him.

I didn’t expect Blake to come right out and confirm all suspicions, I also didn’t expect him to pull me in for a hug and tell me he cared.

I was so confused by the time I made it back into the house that all I could get out was, bed, ready for bed—and the confusion had nothing to do with my feelings for Blake but more or less what the hell sort of game were they both playing.

And why did it feel like they were trying to get both of us alone? Aisha’s still grinning at me.

And I’ve had it.

I stomp over to her and shove her away from Easton so hard she stumbles back and falls against the couch—it’s extra dramatic on her part, but whatever.

“Stay the hell away from Easton! '

“Or what? '

She adjusts her towel.

“You're going to cry? Run me over with your car? You'll never have what we—- '

I slap her.I just go for it.I can't handle it anymore and I don’t have to take it.

The sound of my palm hitting her face goes off like a bomb in that room.

“Listen... '

I barely recognize my own voice.

“I would never keep Easton trapped ina relationship just because I wanted him on my arm, or just because I felt like I deserved him. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I love him.

And if you're what he wants, then even though it would kill me, I'd let him go. '

I back away and turn to a shocked Easton.

“So is this it? Is this what you want, Easton? '

“No, 'he says gruffly, and then pulls me into his arms and kisses the crap out of me, lifting me into his arms so steady, so fast, that all I feel is him—everywhere.

He tears his mouth away long enough to say, “Take a room, sleep outside, hell, burn the place down, I don't give a fuck, just don’ t bother us and Aisha”—he looks over his shoulder, eyes blazing—“We're done.

I don’t want to see you.

I don't want to talk to you.

Forget what I said earlier, your brother would be ashamed of you—I know I am. '

Tears stream down her cheeks as Easton walks us toward our bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot and tossing me onto the bed before I can protest.

“I'm so fucking sorry, '

he whispers between kisses.

I kiss him back, because I love him, but I’m still so.,.pissed she said all of that.

I know it’s irrational, we weren't together then, but still.

Is that what he was into? What he wants? “I know we'll have to talk about everything that went down. '

“Aw, he’s learning. '

I cup his face and sigh.He smiles.

“He’s a slow learner, but he’s getting there with this whole I love you relationship stuff. '

Tears fill my eyes.

“Well as long as you get there. '

“I know I have a past that I’m not proud of and it keeps coming back to haunt us.

But I swear that’ s not what I want anymore. '

He cups my cheek.

“Maybe I was just searching for something I believed would make me happy, but I could never find it.

Until you.

You’re what makes me happy. '

My heart expands.

“That's so sweet. '

“Also, that slap was really hot, '

he adds.

I laugh because I didn’t expect him to say that.

“Are you serious right now? '

“Made my cock so hard. '

He nips at my lower lip twice before his tongue dives back in as he moves his body across mine.

“Feel that? Imagine, all it took was a quick slap and I’m ready for you. '

“You're always ready for me. '

Our next kiss is full of all the words we haven't said but will eventually need to as he pulls off my clothes in a frenzy.

I kick down his jeans.

He jumps over me and lays on his back completely naked.

“Alright, service me. '

I punch his perfect six—pack, getting nothing but laughter out of him as he tackles me against the bed, hovering over me.

“Too soon? '

“Read the room, Easton, read the room. '

A crack of lightning flashes, causing everything to light up briefly, showing me his full lips and perfect face.

The way he looks at me makes everything disappear, all the chaos from tonight, even Aisha’s hurtful comments.

I shudder.

I can’t think about her even touching Easton let alone...

I look away quickly.

“Or... '

Easton lowers his mouth to mine.

“We can talk about it now because my girl just lost a bit of the light from her eyes and I fucking hate it. '

I smile and stare up at him.

“I hate that she touched you. '

“That makes two of us, '

Easton says, slowly kissing down my neck.

“But do me a huge favor and remember that guys a lot of times think with their dicks and when a girl's easy and throwing everything out there all the time, well, it’s not an excuse, but guys are dumb. '

His breath tickles my neck as he keeps talking almost like he has to say it without looking at me.

“I would take it all back if I could—every kiss, every touch, every moment, and save them all for you. '

My chest tightens.

“You mean that? '

“Every word. '

He pulls me against his chest, flipping onto his back.

“Il would Harry Potter the hell out of the last few years just so you could be by my side, so that every time I kissed you it wasn't ruined by crazy pants over there—she does realize we're at a lake, right? '

“Thank you! '

I give him a shove.

“Someone needs to send her a memo about wearing safe footwear along the lake, who knows, she could accidently fall in— '

“Or get pushed by my angry girlfriend, but totally the same thing. '

“Girlfriend. 'I draw out a long kiss from his mouth.

“I really like hearing that. '

“And the angry part? '

“I purposefully ignored it. '

“Figured. 'He grips my sides and pulls me close, so that we're face to face.

“Fuck her... '

His eyes are teasing.

“And when you're done forgetting all about her... '

He licks his lips.

“Let me— '

I expect him to say fuck you.

Instead, he brushes a featherlight kiss to my mouth.

“Love you. 'I gasp.

“Thought I was gonna say something different, but guess what, Harper’—he grips my ass with both hands—“I read the fucking room. '

“And there he is. '

We fall into fits of laughter and kissing and I can’t help but think this is absolutely one of my favorite moments with him.

The teasing.Loving.

Him opening up.

I can’t imagine how anything can get any better between us when things feel so perfect, and as our teasing quickly turns into him thrusting into me while I hold onto the bedpost, I imagine a world where it’s just us like this all the time.

Where we finally get our happily ever after.