Dirty by H.J. Bellus Read Free Book Online

me fucking nuts.” Darby plops down on the bed next to me.
    “I must get it from the good ol’ Senator from Tennessee.”
    “You must.” She lays down next to me. “But that’s the only thing you get from your asshole father.”
    “Agreed.”
    “So, I’m pretty sure Chloe has no idea about tonight. I’ve warned the other bitches to keep their traps shut.”
    “I’m pretty sure she’s in the dark and also going to chop both of our tits off when she finds out.”
    “My dad’s a plastic surgeon, he can just sew them back on.”
    I can’t help the fit of giggles that escape me with her comment. Her words come out so calm and cool, you’d think she’s had her titties chopped off several times in the past and her dad sewed them right back on.
    “She’ll have fun, but I’m sure tomorrow morning will be feeling like shit.”
    “Ava, your knee feeling good enough to go?”
    “Of course.” I turn to face her. “But will you do my hair, Darby?”
    I use my best puppy dog eyes and bat my eyelashes at her. Hair is Darby’s passion, but her parents are similar to mine and have their own expectations of what Darby should do or not do. Unlike me, Darby is very vocal to her parents and tells them where they can stick it and just exactly how hard they can stick it.
    “So, what’s the plan tonight?” Chloe enters the room and tosses her phone on the bed.
    “Oh, little miss, are you done talking dirty to the future hubs?” Darby asks, making room for Chloe on the bed.
    “Yeah, but wasn’t too dirty. He was between meetings.” Her voice is sad.
    “Something up?” I ask.
    “I just miss him and wish this whole wedding bullshit was over.”
    “Settle your tits.” Darby sits up in the bed. “Your mom is virtually taking care of everything and we just have the summer to tan and relax here.”
    “You mean Ava and me?”
    Darby shakes her head from side to side with a growing mischievous smile beginning to spread across her face.
    “I thought you were leaving with the rest of the clan,” Chloe says.
    “I was, but then figured one last summer with my bitches was exactly what the doctor ordered.”
    Chloe flies into Darby’s arms and wraps her tight in a hug and then pulls away. “Wait, you knew this, Ava?”
    I just shrug my shoulders and go back to Zane and the whole cluster fuck at the pizza joint earlier today.
    “It won’t be the only surprise I have up my sleeve for you either, Chloe, so let’s go get made up to go bar hopping.”
    “It better just be bar hopping tonight and nothing else,” she warns.
    “Lighten the fuck up. It’s your bachelorette weekend for God’s sakes and I can guarantee you that your future Mister will enjoy the tits put in front of him at his party.”
    “Oh fuck off.” Chloe pushes Darby off the bed. “Oh, and can I borrow your red whore dress?”
    “Duh.”
    The rest of the group joins us and before too long all the oxygen of the room is replaced with hairspray and perfume, leaving it resembling a whorehouse instead of a summer home. You’d think there would be room in this three story, fully furnished house, but nope we all cram into my bathroom and get our hot babe on.
    “Seriously, Ava?”
    I look up to Chloe with her hands on my hips and I wonder what in the hell is wrong.
    “Cowboy boots? You’re not in Tennessee anymore.”
    “I like them.”
    The rest of the girls join in on harassing me about my short skirt, tank top, and cowboy boots. They do their best to get me in some slutty heels, but lose and I so win.
    Chloe and Darby, on the other hand, slut it up mega hard. It’s not odd for Darby to be sporting a fuck me dress and heels with her killer body. She’s not fit and not super thin and has all the right curves. Mother Nature was in her favor. Chloe typically dresses a bit conservative, but tonight she has no choice as the girls shake her into a tiny red dress and pull her hair up high on her head.
    “Selfie, bitches.” Darby rounds all of us