Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Trust me, he’d tell you if he wasn’t,” Harper adds. “Tucker may be laid back and chill, but he’s not a pushover. He says it pretty much like it is.”
“Good. I want that. I don’t want him to continue something with me just because we’re working together and it would be uncomfortable for him if he cut it off.”
“That’s not how Tuck thinks,” Ava assures me. “Enjoy him. I saw the way he looked at you today, like you hung the freaking moon. Soak that shit up. It’s not common.”
The conversation shifts to lighter topics, and I drink my way through two more beers before I discover that I really need to use the restroom.
“Be back,” I say as I hop off my stool. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Right back there,” Ava says, pointing back past the pool tables, and I head that way. “Wait! I need to pee too.”
“Me too,” I hear Harper say. “I always have to pee these days.”
“I’ll save seats,” Jules says.
With that decided, the three of us make our way back to the restrooms. I have to admit, now that my legs are moving, I’m a little stumbly.
And a lot numb.
My lips are tingly, my legs . . . I think I still have legs. Shit, do I still have legs?
“I guess I’m a cheap date now,” I say as I squat in the stall to pee. Ava smirks next to me.
“You had five beers, Darbs.”
“I had three.”
“No, sweetie, you had five,” Harper says. “Ivy just kept the drinks coming.”
“Thank God I don’t have to drive back,” I mutter and then flush the toilet and stagger my way to the sink to wash my hands.
I only miss the soap dispenser twice.
“So wasted,” Ava whispers next to me. “I don’t remember the last time I got this drunk.”
“I ’member mine,” I tell her as I dry my hands. “When my piece-of-shit dad died. I got so drunk.”
“As you should have,” Harper replies with a nod and opens the door for us to walk back out to the bar.
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 just move in with 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 so drunk.” I stumble to him and simply climb in his lap. “And so fucking horny, even though I’m sore because you have a huge cock.”
“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.”