You’re Mine

Chapter 94

Harper

"This is the life..."

I stretch my arms wide and lay out in my bikini next to Sadie, who's already drinking a hard cider—you know, at eleven in the morning.

Last night we all crashed pretty early after watching movies and while I really wanted to just blow Easton until his voice was hoarse, it was kind of nice to just..lay next to him, to know that I was safe, and that we were going to be okay.

I woke up to him diving between my legs and pinning them apart so that was also..um, nice.

He said he didn't want to wait until breakfast and who am I to stop him from getting what he wants.

I smile to myself.

“Wow, slut."

Sadie laughs.

"I know that look.

Good night?"

"Good morning."

I shrug and watch the boys as they jet ski across the lake, splashing each other.

As much as I want to barf, my brother does have a nice body, which I'm sure helps in the whole Sadie department, but Easton? Man, his six pack may as well be an eight pack as he stands up and spins the

jet ski around, laughing.

I missed him laughing so much.

Sadie clears her throat.

“So...” My eyebrow arches.

"So?"

"Um..."

She adjusts her ponytail, then sets down her drink.

"Can I tell you about my night?"

"Am I going to be traumatized for life?"

"No."

She blushes.

"I mean, maybe.

I don't know, forget it.” “No, no, no."

I take a deep breath.

“Just tell me.” "Are you sure?” No.

"Yes, my job as your best friend is to be sure, but will I need alcohol for this?"

She shrugs.

"It's your brother."

"Be right back.” I jump up and run to the mini fridge, grab a drink, and come back.

"Okay, ready."

She exhales and looks out onto the lake, then back at me. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did you know...um...wow, okay, I'm just going to come out and say it...

did you know Ryan's a virgin?"

I spit out my drink.

I can't help it.

“No, there's no way, no, just no."

"Yeah, just yeah.” She shifts uncomfortably.

"So, like, we've messed around a lot, I mean a lot.

If there was an Olympic medal for messing around—"

I hold up my hand.

"—yeah got it, no need for details.” "Sorry."

She blushes.

“I just, is there something wrong with me?"

"No!"

I shout, making her jump.

"It's not you.

I mean not at all, have you talked to him about it?"

"Yes!"

She sighs.

"And he's hard, trust me it's not..that."

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"I won't ever recover from this conversation, will I?"

"How do you think I feel? I know he wants it, but whenever it gets close to that time, he pulls away."

I frown.

"What? Like he has a headache?"

“Honestly? I think being the most popular guy in school is too much performance pressure...” snort.

"He always was a perfectionist."

“Yeah he is."

She smiles dreamily.

"Enough of that.” I smack her, and then grin.

"So, really what we need is a little Temptation Island thing going on when the guys get back up here, Make it so he can't say no.” “I've tried seducing him."

She chews her thumbnail.

"Yeah, but have you used the secret Ryan weapon?"

"Are you seriously helping me fuck your brother right now?"

I cringe.

"Just don't ever remind me of this conversation.

Now, here's what we're going to do..."

kak The boys come back to the lake house about an hour later.

I'm lounging on the couch in nothing but a towel wrapped around my body, reading Harry Potter.

"Woman! Make me—"

Easton starts yelling and takes in the towel and my near nakedness.

"Your pussy.

Now."

"Standing."

Ryan sighs.

"Right behind you."

"Then stand elsewhere,” Easton growls.

Ryan stomps off into his room with Sadie.

"Gonna take a shower before we eat."

I grin and hold up my hand to keep Easton from pouncing.

"What?"

"In three, two, one..."

I count.

And then a door slams.

Moaning.

A lot of screaming.

"The hell is going on?"

Easton asks, trying to tug at my towel still.

I burst out laughing.

"Just helping out a friend...let’s just say Ryan has a very specific weakness..."

“For Sadie?"

"I walked in on him one time watching porn where the girl was tied to the bed, all four posts, and I was traumatized for life.

Just thought I'd keep them occupied while we..."

I stand and drop my towel.

"Play."

"Fuck.

Yes.” Easton reaches for my boobs, his rough hands running across my nipples before lifting me against his wet board shorts.

I undo the ties in a vain attempt to shove them down his hips.

He growls against my mouth.

"Better idea."

"Hmmm?"

He carries me toward the master bedroom, then the bathroom.

I assume we're going to shower when he opens another door and takes me outside to a private rock shower near the waterfall.

"Wow!"

"Mmmmm."

He sets me on my feet and kisses me hard.

"Was thinking the same thing..wow."

I grin up at him, "I needed this."

"Me too.” He takes my mouth again, then turns on the shower, the water goes from cold to hot, but I barely notice as we kiss beneath the spray.

And I just know everything—is finally, FINALLY falling into place.