6
Drew
Goddamnit all to f*****g hell and back.
I stormed down the stairs, intent on the bottle of whiskey above the fridge. Kissing Shaun had tightened my entire body to the point of pain, zinging enough energy through me to power a hundred f*****g light bulbs.
My hands shook as I poured a good dose of whiskey into a glass, and I slammed the drink down, still cursing myself. Cursing my weakness. Cursing Ben for dumping his daughter in my lap.
“f**k,” I swore again at the memory of her grinding against my d**k and closed my eyes as I set the glass down on the counter. She’d tasted so damn sweet, so damn innocent although she hadn’t moved like one. Her a*s in my hand, her silky strands wrapped around my fingers…
I let out a slow, hissed exhale, fighting to get myself under control. My
