Chapter Nine
Russell
I stood in the kitchen, listening as Paisley’s feet thumped on the stairs and the door slammed shut a few seconds later. I took a step back, sagging against the counter as I curled my hands around the edge because I needed something to hold on to.
What the hell had I done?
My body was on fire, and my c**k was as hard as a baseball bat. I blinked, giving my head another shake. After a moment, I gathered myself enough to straighten and glance around the kitchen. Everything had been put away except my empty bottle of beer and Paisley’s wine glass. I fetched the glass from the table and put it in the dishwasher. After starting the dishwasher, I rinsed my beer bottle and tossed it in the recycling bin under the sink. Then I walked downstairs, plunked onto the couch, and
