Chapter 81

Havoc

Leighton’s face has gone as white as the walls of the kitchen, and she’s looking at me like I just told her Santa Claus isn’t real. I hand her the beer I’ve been drinking, encouraging her to take a drink of it with a flick of my wrist. I’m glancing for clues that she’s not gonna pass out on me, but I’m not feeling overly confident about the situation. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I watch as her lips wrap around the head of the bottle right where mine were, touching the same glass I did. She tilts her head back and drains half of it, and I can’t help but groan when I watch her push the liquid down with the motion of her throat. I can imagine her on her knees in front of me swallowing down my cock, her throat pushing against my length. It’s hot as hell when she finishes, sets the bottle down, and laps up the remaining moisture lingering on her bottom lip with a swipe of her tongue.