Page 86 of Pretty Little Scars

“You’re every goddamn fantasy,” he mutters against my ear as he wiggles the dress I wore tonight up my legs and around my hips. “I never stop wanting you. It’s constant, Duchess. It’s a fucking ache in my soul.”

“Good because same.” I nibble on his neck, and he fiddles with his belt, finally unleashing hisspectacularcock and dragging the head through my already sopping-wet core.

“So fucking wet for me. Every single time. My goddamn drug of choice. What do you need, beautiful?”

“You know what I need.”

He grins against my mouth. “But I love it when you tell me exactly what you need in that sexy-as-fuck voice of yours. Use your words, baby.”

“I need your cock inside of me. Fill me up and make me come undone.”

“Good fucking girl.” He bites my bottom lip as he pushes inside me, and I gasp, my breath hitching when he starts to movehard and fast. “This isn’t going to be slow. They’re going to miss us and come looking, so I need you to come for me, perfect girl.”

“Jesus, this is so fucking hot.”

He presses his thumb to my clit, in just that way that he knows will send me into the fucking stratosphere, and I cry out as I come around him, milking his cock as shudders rock through me.

“Yes, baby,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine, and then he follows me over, rocking into me, spilling his seed inside me. “Fuck, Darby. You’re so goddamneverything.”

I have to blink back tears at that. At the way his voice cracks on that word and how tenderly he presses his lips to my forehead.

I’m falling in love with this man so fucking fast, and I don’t know that I can stop it.

I don’t know that Iwantto stop it.

“We should get back,” he murmurs. “But we’ll be doing this again when we get home.”

“And do I get to come?” I remember how he said he’d withhold one orgasm from me tonight, and he didn’t do it here in the truck.

“Maybe. If you’re a good girl.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TUCKER

Two weeks later, I wake up before dawn and frown when I realize that my girl is no longer in our bed.

Ourbed.

This isn’t just mine anymore. I’ll never sleep here again and not expect to find her here. I can still smell her, but the warmth on the sheets is gone. I know that she’s been on call with Dr. Fisher, and springtime is busy on ranches. It seems there’s always an animal that needs help.

I sit at the side of the bed and find a note from her under my phone.

T-

You’re so handsome when you’re asleep. Didn’t want to wake you. I have to go help Dr. Fisher with another horse delivery. I don’t know when I’ll be back.

xo

D

I grin and lift the paper to my nose, hoping to find her scent there, but it’s just paper.

“Christ, Xander was right. I’m in deep with this woman.” I push my hand through my hair and then get dressed and have just poured a cup of coffee when my phone rings.

“Morning.”

“We have a problem, boss,” Scott says, making me frown.