5
Shaun
The w***e showed up an hour later, but I stayed put on Drew’s couch at the knock, waiting for him to answer the door.
He hurried down the stairs without looking at me, and I turned away as though unaffected by his presence, the mere sight of his muscles, sexy tattoos, and beard I wanted to tug on while feasting on his lips.
I refused to acknowledge the jealousy slithering through my stomach while curling into a ball beneath a throw blanket he must have used the night before. It smelled divine, but I sure as hell didn’t want him. Nope. The w***e could have his sexy a*s and that huge d**k I’d noticed earlier that morning before he’d escaped upstairs for a long shower—where he’d probably jerked off, deep groans rumbling from his chest.
I shifted on the couch.
“Warden,” a woman’s
