Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,1
he’d cheated on her because she didn’t do it for him.
It was bad enough that the whole town was talking about poor little Addison whose fiancé had dumped her. If she spread the rumour about Harrison’s tastes, he’d retaliate immediately. She didn’t need them knowing he’d cheated on her because she was terrible in bed.
“Honey?” Her mother touched her cheek. “Don’t worry about the gossip. They’ll move on to the next juicy story soon enough. Maybe about how you’re banging a new guy and having the time of your life doing it.”
Addison shook her head, a small grin playing on her lips. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Ready to go?” Her father joined them, the neck pillows swinging from one meaty hand.
“I think so,” her mother said. “Addie, are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’m positive.” Addison took her mother’s arm and steered her toward the security line. “I’ll see you guys in six weeks. I love you both.”
* * *
“Your mom is the best, Addie.” Gracie collapsed in the armchair in Kira’s living room and swung her legs over the arm. She took a swig of beer from the bottle in her hand. “And she’s absolutely right. You need to find someone to, as Harper says, hit it and quit it with, sweetie.”
Addie grimaced, folding her legs up under her on the couch and staring at the liquid in her wine glass. “Why would I want another guy telling me that I suck in bed?”
Kira snorted and dropped onto the couch beside her. Beer burbled up out of her bottle and she licked it off the side before pointing the bottle at Addison. “Just because Harrison says you suck in bed, doesn’t mean you do, Addie.”
Addison toyed with the multiple friendship bracelets tied around her wrist. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t though.”
“Oh please,” Grace said, “Harrison is not the end all and be all decision maker of what makes a woman good in the sack. Trust me, most guys are not as picky as your asshole ex-fiancé.”
“Great,” Addie said.
Grace leaned forward. “Okay, that came out wrong. What I was trying to say is that you’re super hot and sweet and funny, and the guys will be falling over themselves to be in your bed. Trust me, sweetie. You hold all the power here when it comes to sex. Half the guys in this town think you’re a total hottie. I’m surprised they haven’t been banging down your door now that they know you and Harrison are finished.”
Addie traced her finger around the rim of her glass. “Maybe Harrison told them how much I sucked in bed.”
“Maybe Harrison can suck a big fat hairy monkey dick,” Grace said.
Kira laughed. “He’d probably be into that, the kinky son of a bitch.”
Grace took another drink of beer. “Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do but -”
“I want to do it,” Addison said.
Kira blinked at her. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Her stomach was churning, and she felt a little sick, but she did want to do this. She needed to do this. Harrison’s words about her being stiff in bed and not sexy kept echoing in her head and if it took banging some random dude to get his voice out of her head, she’d do it.
Maybe you should ask Preacher if he wants a casual bang.
Her face flushed fire engine red immediately. Thinking about the tattoo artist was a very bad idea. She might have had the occasional fantasy about him while engaged to Harrison, but that was because it’d been safe to fantasize about him. She’d been an engaged woman and there was no chance of that fantasy ever coming true.
And you think now that you’re single, it might? Grow up, Addison. Preacher wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last woman on Earth. If strait-laced Harrison thought you were bland and boring in bed, you can sure as hell believe that Preacher would think the same. He probably sleeps with a different woman every weekend.
Kira poked her in the arm. “Why are you blushing?”
“I’m not,” Addison said.
“You are.”
“Just thinking about, uh, my night of casual sex,” Addison said.
“Anyone in particular you want to sleep with?” Kira said.
“No.” Addison took a quick glance at Grace. The curvy hygienist’s face wore a neutral expression, but she knew damn well what Grace was thinking. Grace was way too perceptive, and she already suspected that Addie had a crush on Preacher.
Her face flushed again. God, she would be crushing on the exact wrong man