Author: H.J. Bellus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 10, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Covering up pain is easy. It’s keeping it tucked away that’s hard. I’ve always needed the cover of tattoos to hide the nasty past that leached its way into me, tainting me beneath my skin.
Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.
My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp…
Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp was sexy as hell, a charismatic beast, and soon became one of my best friends. We shared a love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck.
The only question left is, will we set the countryside ablaze with our hot tempers and foul mouths? Or will we paint our own happy ending filled with all the gushy shit normal people crave?
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart. Live life your way, HJ Bellus
“Lacey, I need my hair cleaned up,” I informed her one day at lunch in her salon.
“I’m not touching your locks, Rapunzel. I’m currently making love to this corn dog, so buzz off creeper.”
“C’mon! Are you going to make Mildred give me a trim?” I whined, as I slid closer to Lacey.
“Fine. Sit down you crybaby.” Lacey said as she stuffed a quarter of her corn dog in her mouth.
She could be so damn attractive at times.
I sat down in her chair passing all my trust to her. I hadn’t had my hair cut for years. In fact, hasn’t been cut since Grant died. It was just another thing that I let go of that day. At that point, I didn’t care what she did to my hair; I just wanted her hands on me.
“Lay back, Rapunzel.”
“You’re such a smartass, Lace,” I said to her and slapped her ass.
Lacey pushed me back in the chair with all her might and then slugged me in the chest. She was so proud of her little punch that she landed. I loved letting her win all these little battles. It really added to her badass ego.
“I like it rough, baby,” I said to her with a wink.
Lacey adjusted the temperature of the water and ignored my comment. She leaned over and started massaging my head with her magical fingers. Lacey’s smooth touch was damaging and it damn near made me come in my pants. God created her hands just for this job.
I could smell her and feel her hovering above me. She always smelled of wild strawberries and ruby red grapefruit. Her smell drove me wild and I almost couldn’t handle it anymore. I loved cuddling with her in the evening because at night her smell lingered and lulled me to sleep in my lonely cabin. Everything inside me wanted to pull her on top of me and fuck her senseless in the middle of her salon. I needed to taste her and be inside her, but I didn’t want to scare Lacey away. She was so gun shy about becoming attached.
Lacey’s huge tits were inches away from my face just daring me to take them. My willpower finally broke, and I reached up and nipped her tit with my teeth. She jumped back and howled with surprise, but the smile on her face left no doubt in mind what she wanted. Lacey instantly went back to washing my hair, and I could see her hard nipple peeking back through her shirt. This time I reached up with my fingers and started twisting it. Lacey acted like she didn’t feel anything and just kept massaging my scalp.
This was the reason I didn’t want to ever cut his hair. I couldn’t be this close to him without my body reacting. Tripp was now massaging my hardened nipple with his fingers. I continued to wash his hair like I couldn’t feel a thing. The sensation of his touch instantly made me wet down yonder.
Tripp let go of my nipple, and I decided to give him an extra round of shampoo just in case he needed to touch me somewhere else. I instantly missed his touch as soon as his gentle, strong hands left me. I lowered my chest down to inch my boobs closer to his mouth giving him a huge clue to what I wanted. Tripp slid his hand up the inside of my leg and under my skirt. Holy Hell!!! He cupped my now very wet pair of panties, and started rubbing back and forth on my sex.
My hands froze, tangled in his wet hair, when he slipped his fingers inside my panties. I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan signaling Tripp to go further, and when he started rubbing my clit I gasped.
“Fuck me, Tripp!”
Tripp stuck a finger inside me and continued massaging me softly. I started to ride his hand as I gripped the edge of the sink. Within minutes, he slipped two fingers into me and forced a cry of pleasure from me.
“Look at me.” Tripp demanded as he continued to work me. “I want to watch you come.”
I opened my eyes and looked down at Tripp, who was deep inside me, and he had no idea just how deep he was embedding himself. It was more than his touch and words that were engraining upon my skin. He reached across his body with his other hand and tugged down on my nipple, and this simple gesture sent me swirling into a complete orgasm. I gripped onto his fingers, riding out the blinding sensation, and then collapsed down onto him while he was buried deep inside me.
“Consider that your tip, pretty girl.”