Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,63

like me,” Harper said.

Addison scowled at her, making the mask wrinkle and sag, “Stop it. You’re nothing like your mom. She was selfish and, I know it’s not nice to speak ill of the dead, but she was a real asshole for what she did to you and your dad.”

“Whoa,” Harper said with a small smile. “Look at the mouth on you now. Looks like teaching you the joys of a good pussy eating isn’t the only thing Preacher’s taught you.”

Addison was kind of thankful the cold and gooey mask hid the bright blush on her cheeks. “Harper!”

Harper’s usual cheerful attitude was coming back in full force. “What? I’m just saying that I think this casual fucking thing you’ve got going on with Preacher is good for you. When is your next,” she made quotation marks with her fingers, “lesson?”

“Well, um, I guess this weekend,” Addison said. “We just had lesson two yesterday, and I proposed a once a week thing for a month, so…”

“But you’ve had two lessons in two days,” Harper said. “So, maybe Preacher’s just gonna do what he wants when it comes to rocking your world. Hell, maybe -”

She glanced down at her phone before yanking the mask off her face. “Sorry, pinky-pie, I gotta go.”

“Is there something wrong?” Addie said.

Harper grinned, her face shiny from the moisturizing mask. “Nope. Francisco just texted me. I texted him earlier to see if he wanted a booty call tonight and he’s on his way over. I’m about to get me some D.”

“Oh.” Addie blinked at her. “Oh, well, um, okay. Have fun.”

“I plan on it,” Harper said with a laugh. “Text me when Preacher calls you for another lesson. Let me know if you’re planning on doing something outrageous like have sex in a hot tub or something.”

“Ha, ha,” Addison said. “One, Preacher doesn’t even have my number, and two, I would never have sex in a hot tub. Water is a terrible lubricant, and do you know how many germs are just floating around in the average hot tub?”

Harper laughed. “Oh, how I love you, Addison Mabel Moore. I’ll talk to you later!”

She blew Addie a kiss and ended the call. Addison went to the bathroom and peeled off the mask. She tossed it in the garbage and rinsed her face before patting it dry. She supposed her face looked less dry… it was kind of hard to tell with how shiny it was now. She scooped her hair into an unflattering bun on top of her head and brushed and flossed her teeth before returning to the bedroom.

It was only eight-thirty, but she was already in her pink cotton pajama bottoms with matching tank top and had been since four. She studied the orange splotch at the bottom of her tank top before sniffing it. Yup, that was definitely a Cheetos stain. Sadly, it was from Friday night.

She briefly considered changing her tank top before climbing into bed. What did it matter? It wasn’t like she had anyone to impress. She picked up the scarf she was knitting and knit a couple rows. Normally knitting soothed her, but it wasn’t doing anything for her tonight.

She was feeling restless and lonely and… horny. She stared blankly at her knitting. She’d just gotten laid two days in a row and she was still horny. What was wrong with her? She and Harrison used to have sex once every couple of weeks and nine times out of ten it was because she initiated it. That had always seemed like enough for her, especially if it was one of the times she actually had an orgasm, so what was going on with her?

You know what good sex is like now?

She scowled and set her knitting on the bed beside her. Okay, so maybe sex with Preacher was a little – a thousand times – better than it’d been with Harrison, but that still didn’t completely explain her sudden voracious sex drive. Did it? Did good sex really make a girl’s sex drive change that drastically?

Maybe you always had a high sex drive and just didn’t know it because sex with Harrison was so blah.

She leaned against the headboard. She wasn’t being fair. Sex with Harrison was so blah because of her.

Don’t be that naïve, girl. It takes two people to make good sex happen. Stop blaming yourself entirely for the terrible sex with Harrison. Preacher can make you come in, like, four minutes. Harrison could never do that. Hell, he