Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,36
Bethany wants, Bethany gets.”
The other girl laughed. “Get it, girlfriend.”
The two girls bumped fists and Addison stared at the curtain again. She could hear the buzz of the gun and the high murmur of Bethany’s voice as she talked non-stop. She was annoyed to realize that feeling in her stomach was jealousy.
“Are you guys from Harmony Falls?” she asked abruptly.
“No, we’re here camping for a couple of weeks. We come down here, like, almost every summer,” one of the girls said. “It’s so good to get away from, like, technology.”
She twirled her hair as she stared at her phone. “Oh my God. Brittany and Jeff broke up.”
“You’re kidding me?” Her friend stared at her phone. “How do you know that?”
“It’s all over Facebook.”
Nolan made a low snort and when she glanced at him, he rolled his eyes and made a wanking off motion with his hand. She grinned and he winked at her.
She looked up when she heard the curtain being drawn back, her breath catching in her throat at just the sight of Preacher’s big body. Good gravy, it wasn’t right that a man looked that good in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
“Preacher, I love it so much. Thank you!” Bethany was blonde-haired and slender with sun kissed skin and a perfect complexion. Addison hated her on sight.
Her jealousy went from pale green to an alarming shade of emerald when Bethany leaned toward Preacher with her arms open. It was obvious she was going to hug him, and Addie had no idea how to process her immediate and confusing ‘get away from my man’ feelings.
Luckily, she didn’t have to. Preacher took a step back, shaking his head and pointing toward the counter. “You’re welcome. Nolan will take your payment.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stop by our campsite later? We’re real close to the front of the park and we have marshmallows and chocolate.” Bethany cocked her hip and thrust her admittedly lovely breasts in Preacher’s general direction. “It’ll be, like, so much fun. We’re gonna go skinny dipping too.”
“You can’t get the tattoo wet today. It’ll ruin it,” Preacher said.
“Oh, right. Of course. Well, if you change your mind, you, like, totally have my number so just text me,” Bethany said.
Preacher walked away without replying, disappearing into one of the rooms at the back of the shop as Bethany paid Nolan before joining her friends.
“How’s it look?” The woman sitting next to Addison leaned forward.
Bethany pulled down the front of her jean shorts until it was so low, Addison could almost see the top of her damn vagina. A bandage covered her smooth skin and Addison suddenly wondered if she should be waxing her entire muff like Bethany obviously did.
Did Preacher like that look?
“It’s covered by the bandage. What did you even get?” her other friend said.
“Oh, just a little four-leaf clover.” Bethany glanced at Addison and then Nolan before saying in a slightly softer voice. “Mostly, I just wanted to give him a look at the goods, let him know what he was gonna get if he popped by the campsite later tonight.”
The two girls screamed laughter and Addison forced a smile when Bethany grinned at her. “He’s hot, right?”
“Um, sure,” Addison said.
“You think he’s gonna show up?” The other girls stood and followed Bethany to the door.
Bethany smiled at them over her shoulder. “He was playing hard to get while he was tattooing, but have you ever met a guy who could resist the Bethany charm? He’ll show up.”
Addison didn’t catch their reply as the door swung shut behind them. A blast of warm air settled over her skin. The thought of Preacher joining Bethany and her friends, of him touching her and kissing her like he’d kissed Addison not two days ago, made her sick to her stomach.
Doubt crashed into her like she’d taken a direct hit from a roller derby queen. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t pierce her nipple. What was she thinking? She was judging Bethany and she was exactly like her, modifying her body just to try and get Preacher’s attention.
You’re not. Yeah, maybe you’re a little excited at the thought of Preacher seeing you half-naked, but if you really examine your feelings on it, that’s not the reason. You’re doing this because you’re tired of living your life under someone else’s expectations. It’s time to do what you want. So, pierce that nipple, girl. Hell, pierce your clit too.