Page 85 of Pretty Little Scars

Ava stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “No, I don’t.”

“Comeon,” I reply. “You do. And we have some at the ranch that will need homes in like a month. They’re so sweet, and they need you.”

Ava shakes her head. “Chad’s allergic.”

“Then get rid of him,” Harper says, making us all chuckle.

Well, everyone except Ava, who only scowls more.

“Maybe you could just come out to the barn to see them,” I say, still trying. “Maybe one will speak to your soul, and you won’t be able to live without them.”

“You have kittens?” Ivy asks, and I turn to smile at her.

“Yes, and they’ll be ready in about a month. I have thesweetestcalico for you, Ivy, and I’ll make sure she has her vaccinations, and when the time comes, I’ll spay her for you for free.”

Ivy’s eyebrows climb, and she taps her finger on her lips. “Okay, sold. I need a companion in my place, and God knows it’s not a man.”

I smirk and give her my phone. “Tap your number in there, and I’ll send you pictures of her. You’re going to love her. You can come visit her, if you want.”

“I think Idowant,” Ivy says with a grin after giving me my phone back. “Thanks. Well, everyone, I’m a cat mom.”

“Congratulations,” I say, and then glance up to find Tucker smiling down at me. “What?”

“You’re adorable.”

“I don’t think anyone hasevercalled me that before.”

“Well, you are. I need some air. Wanna step outside with me, Duchess?”

With a nod, I accept Tucker’s offered hand, and we walk out of the bar and down the sidewalk toward his truck, which is parked in a nearby lot.

“I wanted a minute alone with you,” he says as he brings my hand up so he can kiss it. “Thanks for taking the lead on finding the cats homes.”

“It’s fun.” I shrug and feel the familiar butterflies flutter in my belly when his lips meet my skin. “I feel like a match maker.”

“Hmm.”

We’re near the truck now, and he cages me in, my back to the door, his arms braced on either side of me, leaning in so close, his warmth seeps right into me.I fucking love it when he touches me.

“What are we doing out here, Tucker?”

“It’s been too fucking long since I kissed you,” he murmurs before his mouth comes down to mine, and he brushes back and forth, so softly, it makes my toes curl and my thighs tighten with need.

He’s the best kisser ever.

He could likely win awards.

Then those talented lips open, and he licks across the seam of my mouth, and when I open to him, he sinks into me, and weboth groan when he boosts me up in his arms, braced against the side of the truck, and devours me.

It’s always like this. The most innocent of kisses turns hot so damn fast, my head spins. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I’ve never had so much sex in my entire life, and I donotwant it to stop.

This is the benefit of leaving the one-night-stand life behind, because he knows my body better than I do, and it doesn’t take much to turn me the hell on.

“In the truck,” I murmur against his lips.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Tucker opens the back door, and we slide in. We’re in the back of the lot, between two other big trucks, so we’re fairly well hidden, and even if we were in the middle of the street with a spotlight, I wouldn’t want him to stop.