You’re Mine

Chapter 98

Harper

lam a bad, awful person.

But when you're dealing with a conniving little bitch who tries to ruin your life every time you turn around, then you have to play fire with fire.

And I'm turning up the flames tonight.

Easton is currently in the shower while I wait for him in bed.

Naked.

Sadie won't stop texting me.

Sadie: You bitch! Why aren't you down here right now having to deal with this—this MONSTER? Me: Tell my brother you want to have sex and drag him out of there! How can he resist you? Sadie: He's already about four beers in and they're all caught up strolling down memory lane, telling Aisha and I about their past lake house adventures with Easton.

She's eating it up.

I'm about to throw myself into the fire.

I can't stop giggling.

My best friend can be so dramatic sometimes.

I did love how she talked about murdering Aisha for me though.

Me: Tell me when they're on their way to their room, okay? I have a plan.

Sadie: What's your plan? Me: To be bouncing on the mattress and screaming Easton's name as loud as I can when they get to their room.

They'll hear me and know we're having amazing sex, even if we aren't.

Sadie: Don't you two always have amazing sex? Me: Well yes.

But what if they come up to the room right now? I'll have to yell all by myself because Easton is still in the shower.

Sadie: You're ridiculous.

Fine.

She's right.

I'm no evil genius, but I have to get my thrills where I can.

The water shuts off and I tug the covers up to my chin, lying flat on my back with my head propped on a pile of pillows as I scroll through my phone and keep one eye on the closed bathroom door.

I can hear him in there, and I think about him naked.

Water droplets clinging to his skin.

A white towel wrapped around his waist...

The door swings open, steam billowing out of the room and he appears, my every fantasy coming to life.

Right down to the wet hair and towel around his waist.

Only difference is the towel is dark blue.

[try to act like it's no big deal, even though I'm squirming beneath the covers.

“Hey.” "Hey."

He approaches my side of the bed, snatching my phone right out of my hands.

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I frown.

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because Aisha is here."

His eyes are clouded with worry.

"I had nothing to do with her coming here.

I hope you believe me."

Ismile at him, loving how concerned he is.

"Oh I know.

This is all Blake's doing."

My phone dings and Easton checks it, his brows drawing together.

"Sadie says they're headed up here."

"Oh!"

I sit up, the comforter falling to reveal my bare chest as I reach for Easton's towel and pull it off his body.

"Get in bed, big boy.

We're gonna fuck."

Easton bursts out laughing.

"Big boy? We're gonna fuck? Harper, what the hell is wrong with you?"

I grab his hand and pull him toward the bed.

He collapses on the mattress, on top of me and I try to kick the covers away.

Which only results in me almost kicking him in nuts.

“Damn it, watch out,"

he chastises as he dodges my overeager foot while I shove the comforter completely out of our way.

"If you think this is foreplay, you've got it all wrong."

"Shut up and kiss me."

I thrust my fingers into his damp hair and pull him down, so his mouth meets mine.

I slide my tongue against his with a low moan and I can tell he’s already hard.

Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and stroke, continuing where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by the most terrible person on the planet.

"They'll be here any minute,"

I whisper against Easton's lips.

He hesitates.

"Who?"

"Blake and Aisha.

I want them to hear us."

I lift my hips, rubbing my lower body against his.

Easton’s eyes almost cross.

"I want them to hear me when you make me scream."

His eyes shimmer with promise as he wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me into position.

He nudges his hips between my thighs, guiding his cock inside of me with one sure push, my body ready for him.

larch beneath him on a gasp, my eyes open and locked with his as he slowly starts to move.

I move with him, our bodies recognizing each other, a whispery moan leaving me with his every thrust.

"Need to be louder than that."

He goes still, but only for a moment.

"Pretty sure I hear them in the hall.” He starts to thrust harder.

Faster.

Not being careful or delicate.

He's practically shoving my body up the mattress with his hips and I moan louder.

"That's all you've got?"

He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit as he begins to stroke.

Pinch.

Stroke again.

"Oh God."

He circles my clit.

Faster and faster.

"Oh God.” "Say my name, baby.

Let them know who's about to make you come."

He drives his cock into my body again and again, his fingers working their magic on my clit, and I can feel my orgasm rising.

"Eastonnnnnnnn."

I moan his name so loud I'm thinking Sadie and Ryan can hear me too, but I don't care.

My boyfriend is grinning, looking mighty pleased with himself as he keeps thrusting.

"That's right.

Never forget who owns this pretty pussy.” "It's all yours,"

I say with a whimper, the orgasm sweeping over me, leaving me a shuddering, shaky mess.

Easton slows his pace and dips his head, stealing a kiss before he whispers against my lips, "You own me too, Harp.

Body and soul."

My heart feels like it just cracked wide open at his sweet words.

I pull him in for another kiss, not even caring anymore about putting on a show for Blake and Aisha.

I can only concentrate on Easton and what he's doing to me.

What he means to me.

How much I care about him.

How protective he is of me.

He owns me, body and soul too.