You’re Mine

Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Easton How is it possible to still feel myself inside her?

I think I walk funny the rest of the morning, my poor dick just wallowing in sadness over the fact that Harper's mom has eyes in the back of her head, but thank God not in the pantry.

Damn.

I think I bruised my knee and nearly broke a tooth face planting against that door in absolute terror that she was going to call me out for licking pink sprinkles off her daughters breasts.

Don't even get me started on fucking in the bedroom.

"Yo..."

Ryan slaps me on the back, scaring the shit out of me.

I almost drop the bowl of popcorn onto the ground.

“Wanna get drunk?"

“I knew you were my best friend for a reason,’ I mutter as his mom moves around the kitchen in a panic.

Apparently the syrup wasn't the only thing she was missing from that damn list and in order for her to make sugar cookies for some nursing home—she needs basically every ingredient.

Because, again, Ryan.

He said whoops.

Got slapped on the back of the head.

And then decided we should all leave his mom in peace before she choked him with one of the dish towels since she'd already literally been at the store to get syrup.

The girls wanted popcorn so here we are, watching her pace, and me wondering if she really will kill her first born by two minutes.

"I think that's it,"

she says to herself, doing a small circle.

“Powdered sugar, frosting, oh food coloring, sprinkles..."

“Bro,’ I whisper.

"You literally forgot everything."

He grabs a few sodas from the fridge and sighs.

"My dick was distracted, alright?"

“What does that have to do with anything?"

I give him a light shove.

His mom grabs her keys, keeps talking to herself then turns to both of us.

We jump back like she's holding a shank instead of her keys.

“Both of you..."

She jabs them into the air like she's trying out for the role of King Arthur and his excalibur.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Dad's in his office getting work done, no funny business."

I almost laugh because she said funny business and it's such a boomer thing to say, but I hold it in— barely.

“Of course."

I nod my head seriously.

“We would never...after...you know."

Her eyes narrow.

"And Ryan?

Do.

You.

Understand.

The.

Words.

I.

Am.

Saying."

“Loud and clear!"

He announces with a nod of his head.

"I'll keep my hands to myself and jack off in the bathroom if I get desperate.

Thanks, mom, for this very enlightening talk."

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing as her face flushes red, she mutters, "Your fathers son,"

under her breath and leaves.

I shake my head at him.

"Really?"

"What?"

He shrugs.

“It made her leave faster and I really do have a boner, Sadie's not wearing underwear and she keeps texting it to me throughout the day just to torture me, I really might have to jack off in the bathroom."

"Didn't need to know that, now everytime you take a piss I'm going to be thinking you're jerking your dick raw."

He snorts out a laugh.

"Like you wouldn't after being told no sex under this roof."

Yeah and I kept that promise for what?

Less than twelve hours?

Damn, something was wrong with me.

Or maybe Harper.

She'd been so horny, so hot, what was I supposed to do?

Say no?

Who does that?

Not me.

Clearly.

"Guysssssss!"

Sadie calls from the basement.

“We've been summoned."

I grab the popcorn then nudge Ryan.

"You said drunk.

Where's the alcohol?"

"Private stash downstairs."

He shrugs.

"Plus dad will be in his office most of the day and it's pretty damn hard to smell vodka."

He winks.

Have I mentioned he's my best friend?

Because really.

If I can't have sex without her dad finding us, which really I'd take the risk since it would be the second time...and we have no edibles or joints, getting drunk seems the best optoin.

Plus, am I really that lucky right now to be able to get away with sex twice under this roof?

I almost ask baby Jesus, then realize that would be wrong, so I just shrug and realize that, damn, everything really does come back to Harper.

Even Jesus.

Amen.

I nearly fall down the stairs behind Ryan thinking all the sexual thoughts that I'm not allowed to follow through with.

Sadie has taken full control of the Apple TV remote and is scrolling through Netflix while Harper is spread out on the couch.

Her thin white tank has crept up, showing off her stomach and for some reason the sight of her in a cute oversized blue cardigan has me wanting to jump her.

She's not just gorgeous.

She's fucking adorable.

I smile and set the popcorn down on the coffee table, then make my way over to her.

She rubs her eyes and yawns.

"Tired from all the sex?"

I ask.

“Literally standing four feet from you,’ Ryan says.

"Break her heart I break your nose."

“Okay, Rocky."

I roll my eyes and turn back to Harper whos watching with a small grin spread across her face.

“Want a massage?"

I lean in.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and squeezes.

"That would be amazing, I don't know why I'm so tired."

I lean in and whisper, "That's what happens when you try to tame a wild stallion, Harper."

I grin.

"Things get hard.

Lots of things."

She pinches me in the arm."Ouch!"

“Are you complaining?"

“Never,"

I steal a kiss.

"I'm just giving you a friendly warning that I'm dangerous.

That's all..."

"Yeah,"

Her eyes narrow.

"So dangerous that you're terrified of my parents and literally called my mom, mam twice all within a five minute span."

"I panicked."

I say defensively.

"And I thought she knew about the Lucky Charms!"

“What about the Lucky Charms?"

Ryan suddenly asks from behind me making me jump a foot.

I scratch my head.

“I uh, really like the...

marshmallows."

He frowns.

"Who doesn't?"

I shrug.

"Oh people..."

He looks between us.

I smile.

His eyes narrow further.

"I'm watching you two."

“Hey Sadie,"

I call, ‘a little help would be nice."

"Got it."

She comes over and grabs Ryans hands and puts them on her tits and immediately his eyes go all glassy.

Poor bastard probably doesn't even remember his own address right now.

Was I that bad?

"Come on, Ryan, let's go sit down, good boy, good job, right over here."

I swear he's drooling as he follows her like a pussy to the corner of the couch and sits, hands still firmly planted on boob like he's afraid they'll disappear if he lets go.

I shake my head.

"What a fucking simp."

Harper starts to laugh.

Something grazes the front of my jeans.

I look down, her fingertips dance a bit and then she pulls back like she wasn't touching me.

I'm so hard my dick could probably punch through a wall.

Fuck with my luck it would probably somehow lead directly to her dads office, said dick would be caught, and they'd bury me right next to the flatscreen.

And here lies Easton—dead but somehow still hard, may he rest in peace.

“Alcohol,"

I barely get out.

“Where."

Harper jumps up then stumbles against me.

"Sorry that was weird.

Must have gotten up too fast or something."

“Careful."

I pull her into my arms, and then look to my right.

Sadie's on top of Ryan.

Ryan's dry humping Sadie.

I shake my head.

"Think vodka will help bleach our eyes?"

I ask.

Harper makes a gagging sound.

"Nope, but maybe it will help us forget the sight of my twin ruining this couch for life."

“Yup."

"Come on.”