You’re Mine

Chapter 185

Harper

I'm nervous as I adjust my crown and try not to think about what tonight means.

We've had sex so many times I've lost count, yet tonight feels like the first time.

Maybe because it's prom or maybe because a year ago, I had to watch both my brother and Easton take off with random dates (we hate Aisha) and not get back until early moming the next day.

Easton stayed with us.

His lips had been swollen, and his eyes were tired like he'd been up all night partying, but he seemed happy as if prom was the best night of his life.

Isn't that how it's supposed to be? I sat across from him, sipping my coffee, completely invisible.

I hadn't gone to prom because the date I wanted already had someone, so I ate junk food all night, felt sorry for myself, painted my toenails twice, cried while watching rom—coms on Netflix, and then had to see the results of what was the most perfect night ever right in front of me.

Ryan had been pretty tight-lipped, but I can only imagine what happened between the two of them and their dates.

Will tonight be better or different now that Sadie has Ryan and Easton has me? I want to believe it will be beyond epic, but my nerves are getting the best of me.

Once we are in the hotel suite, I kick off my heels and lie back against the bed, spreading my arms wide.

Sadie bounces next to me on the bed.

"Time to party!” “Time to party!” Ryan shouts a bit too loud, making me smile.

Before I know what is happening, the four of us are ordering room service, compliments of Easton's dad's credit card, watching sappy movies, drinking way too much champagne, and laughing hysterically over things that in the moming probably won't even be funny.

Easton pulls me against him on the couch, our legs tangle between each other.

He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Best prom ever.” “You mean other than the whore business on the limo?” I joked.

He lets out a groan.

"Don't ever remind me.

Ever.” "Too soon.” I nod, my gut clenching.

“It will always be too soon.” His arm braces my body in a protective way that says he's going to stand in front of the line of fire no matter what faces us.

love him for it.

Ijust love him.

Suddenly I want Ryan and Sadie the hell out of our room so I can show him exactly how much I love him and do it in a way that makes sure he never thinks about another girl again.

Ever.

“Time to go!” I jump up.

Everyone looks at me like I've gone crazy.

“You.” I kick Ryan with my foot.

He's on the floor with Sadie lazily draped around him. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Go to your room.” “Why are you suddenly channeling mom?’ Ryan sits up.

“And why is it so fucking scary?” lroll my eyes and point.

"Go."

“Your future, man...observe, Ryan says to Easton as he gets to his feet and puts his hand out for Sadie.

“My lady.’ “Could you be any slower?"

I say through clenched teeth.

“Could your ass be any tighter?” Ryan winks and then does this whole high five we're bros thing with Easton before moving at the speed of a sloth toward the door with Sadie clinging to him.

I swear he's doing it on purpose.

“Oh look, my shoe, it's untied,” he says.

“Tie that shoe, and I'm shoving it down your throat!” I threaten.

Sadie takes pity on me, and with a smile and a generous grip on my poor brother's ass, she whispers something in his ear, and suddenly he's picking her up, and we're alone.

“Huh, should have just used her instead,” I say to myself.

Easton gets up and wraps his arms around me, his body's so warm, so right.

“Is there a reason you kicked out your best friend and brother?” "I wanted to be alone with you.” I pout and then confess way faster than I hoped to.

“And I'm nervous, okay? Like last year you were here with Aisha, and this year things have been crazy, and I just want to forget the limo thing and have the perfect night, and I can't have the perfect night with my brother breathing down my neck and—"

He spins me in his arms and kisses me.

It's the perfect kiss too.

Not too much tongue.

Not too much force.

Just...

perfection.

I moan into his mouth and cling to the sides of his face keeping him captive as he spins me around and lightly pushes me back onto the bed.

I'm still wearing my dress, but I'm barefoot.

The slits on the dress allow me to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him dangerously close to where I want him.

Easton's already tugging at his tie and tossing it, next comes the vest, and then he starts this sexy hypnotic dance of unbuttoning his cuffs and shrugging out of his tight button—down shirt.

I'm surprised it didn't rip during dancing.

I'm also surprised I didn't rip it off while we were dancing because, damn this boy is hot.

"Like what you see?"

He grins.

I grab the discarded tie on the bed and wrap it around his neck, then pull him in for a kiss, keeping him captive, whispering against his neck as I roll against his dick.

“Like what you feel?” He groans.

“Totally unfair.” “All's fair in love and war.

“know we're in love but are we at war too?” he asks.

"I do like to fight..."

is all I say before he growls and flips me onto my stomach, then starts lifting my dress.

“How attached are you?"

he asks, voice husky.

“To what?’ I look over my shoulder.

His eyes are locked in on my ass and the fact that I'm wearing the tiniest thong in the history of thongs.

“Your dress.” "Not very, I mean you bought it for me so it's special but—"

He starts ripping.

I gape at him as it rips up my back until it's basically half a dress, and he's half—starved.

His eyes are wild as he licks his lips and starts planting kisses up the back of my thighs.

His hands dig into my ass as his face presses against the small of my back, sending shivers up and down my spine.

“lused to make fun of guys who felt like this...who felt like they'd miss their girl even if they'd never met them, he whispers, rubbing his hands up and down my body before gripping my ass again.

"Now I know the truth.” lhesitate, then whisper, "What's the truth?” “I missed you even when I knew you.

I was missing you every day, all the time, and now that I have you.

I just want to fucking worship you.” A tear escapes before I can stop it.

Easton leans his body over mine and kisses my neck, then swipes at the tear and says, “You'll never be anyone else's.”

"I know. You're mine Easton. You're mine forever.” I lean over my shoulder to kiss him, then flip onto my back and pull him close as our mouths collide.