Page 74 of Pretty Little Scars

As we pass by the pool tables, someone calls out, “Fuck you, bitch.”

I stop and turn, frowning, and then when I see Peter the Creep, I roll my eyes.

“You wish,” I mutter and walk to the bar where I discover that Juliet’s already paid our tab. “Hey, you didn’t have to do that.”

“We’ll pay you cash,” Ava decides, and we all dig in our purses, but Jules shakes her head.

“Nope. This was on Brooks. He told me to do it.”

“You married a good one,” I tell her, patting her on the back. “You guys, I have to go home. Or to the cabin. Or wherever the hell I’m going tonight.”

“Tucker’s bed,” Ava decides. “There’s no way he lets you sleep in the cabin anymore. Besides, why would you want to? Have all the sex, friend.”

“I can’t justmove inwith him.” I shake my head, and that makes me dizzy. “Ugh, so drunk.”

“Let’s get you home,” Harper says. “And no throwing up in my car. I want you all to drink lots of water tomorrow.”

“She’s such a nurse,” I grumble to Jules, who just laughs.

Before long, Harper pulls up by the back door of the house, and I climb out of her car.

“I didn’t puke,” I say, as if that should be celebrated. “Woot! Thanks for the ride.”

I wave them off, and turn to go to the cabin because I don’t want to just assume that Tucker wants me in the house. But then I smell the smoke from the firepit, and I walk around the cabin to the back and see him sitting in his chair.

He turns to me and grins. “How are you doing, Duchess?”

“I’m sodrunk.” I stumble to him and simply climb in his lap. “And so fucking horny, even though I’m sore because you have ahugecock.”

“Wow, okay, this is fun.” He laughs and hugs me to him. “Do you usually get horny when you drink?”

“Don’t usually get this drunk. Ivy’s fault.”

“Hmm.” He kisses my head, and his hands drift down my back to my ass, and then he yanks me against him, and there’s that monster cock, hugging my pussy perfectly. “Horny you say?”

“Absolutely.”

“I can help with that.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

TUCKER

She’s leaning into me, her face pressed to my neck, the fire crackling behind her, and this might be the most content I’ve ever been in my life.

I’m also about to fuck the hell out of her.

“Hot,” she says and leans back to yank her jacket off, tossing it aside. But she doesn’t stop there.

No, my girl pulls her top off and throws it with the jacket and then smiles down at me, all sassy and heavy lidded.Every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had in my life.

“Better,” she says and wiggles her hot pussy against my raging hard cock. “Mm, is that a ... I’m too drunk to finish that. You should take your pants off.”

“Your seduction skills are amazing.” I grin up at her and plunge one hand into her hair, making a fist at her nape, and pull her to me. “On a scale ofI won’t remember this in the morningtoI’m a little floaty, how drunk are you?”

“I’m more likeMy lips are a little tingly, but I’m going to remember every fucking thing you do to me tonight.”

Grinning at her, I let my hands drift up and down her bare back, over her scars.