Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,64

wouldn’t even consider the idea of eating your pussy. Ten years together and he didn’t put his tongue on your pussy once. That’s selfish and rude.

She swallowed hard. The memory of being in Preacher’s shop, of how he looked with his head between her thighs, of how it felt when his tongue and lips were on her clit, was flooding through her.

She shifted restlessly. God, if she’d thought she was horny before…

For a moment, she wished she was brave like Harper and could just text Preacher about a booty call. She stared at her phone, knowing she was being ridiculous. She would never have the guts to call any guy, let alone someone as hot as Preacher, to ask about a booty call. Besides, she didn’t have Preacher’s number anyway, so even if she was brave enough to text, she couldn’t.

You could call Gideon, get Preacher’s number from him.

Oh yeah, that would go over really well. What if Gideon asked why she wanted Preacher’s number? What would she tell him? Even if she thought of a plausible excuse, if Gideon told Preacher that she got his number from him, it might piss Preacher off enough to stop having sex with her.

The thought of not having sex with Preacher ever again was disturbingly upsetting.

She shifted on the bed again. Her thoughts might be confused and in turmoil, but her body wasn’t. It was looking for relief.

She leaned over and opened the bedside drawer, staring with a little trepidation at what was inside it. The silk scarves, the massage oil, and the wand vibrator from her planned night of seducing Harrison that had ended so horribly.

She pushed aside the wand vibrator and stared at the object tucked below it. This one she had purchased when she’d discovered Harrison cheating on her, and she had fled to New York to stay with Harper for a while.

She’d been a little drunk on wine and Harper had been a little high on weed, and before Addison knew it, they were walking into one of the many – many – sex shops in Harper’s neighbourhood to pick out a vibrator.

“Those wand vibrators are fantastic for clitoral stimulation,” Harper said as they perused the wall of dildos and vibrators, “but when you’re craving the D, you need a dildo – the bigger the better.”

Mortified by how loud her best friend was being, Addison had shushed her and then hurriedly picked out something. She couldn’t quite bring herself to purchase one of the flesh coloured, horrifically large and weirdly realistic dildos that Harper was urging her to buy, but Harper wouldn’t let her buy the comfortingly smaller sized vibrator she was eyeing either.

“It’s too small,” Harper said.

“It isn’t,” Addison said. “It’s a good size.”

“Girl, how teeny was Harrison’s wiener, if you think that’s a good size?” Harper said with a mock look of horror. “Seriously. How many inches was he?”

“I never measured,” Addison said.

“Was it smaller than this?” Harper held up the vibrator Addie had been eyeing.

“No, he was bigger.” She’d picked the smaller one in hopes that maybe it wouldn’t hurt at first like it did with Harrison.

“This big?” Harper held up the next size vibrator.

“Um, a little smaller than that.” Her face was bright red and she really wished Harper would talk a little quieter.

“Oh my God. So, it was only slightly larger than this?” Harper pointed to the smaller vibrator.

“Yes. But that seems like a pretty good size to me.”

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Harper said. “You poor thing.”

Addison rolled her eyes. “Size isn’t everything, Harper.”

“Says the girl whose cheating cunt of an ex-fiancé had a dick the size of a pencil,” Harper said.

“It was bigger than a pencil,” Addison said.

“Honey,” a large woman wearing a skin-tight dress and stilettos paused as she walked by them, one hand clutching a bottle of lube and two dick lollipops, “if his dick isn’t at least the size of a flashlight, you can do better.”

“Yaass, queen.” Harper held out her fist. The woman bumped it and walked on.

Now, Addison took the vibrator out of the nightstand and set it on her lap. She’d let Harper convince her to buy the slightly larger size vibrator, but just like the wand vibrator, she hadn’t used it yet.

Once she’d returned from New York, she hadn’t exactly had much of a sexual appetite. The humiliation of being the gossip of the town, the constant worry that she’d run into Harrison or – God forbid – Crystal, had killed her libido. The one