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  I Shaved My Legs for This?

  HJ Bellus

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  I Shaved My Legs For This

  Copyright © 2017 by HJ Bellus.

  Edited by: Ulta Editing/Emma Mack

  Formatting: HJ Bellus

  Cover Designer: Cassy Roop @Pink Ink Designs

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter 1

  Look at me now. Wow, a real fucking champ here! I’m taking my advice soaked in a hot bubble bath, sipping on wine with my handy-dandy red dildo perched on the edge of the tub. He’s my favorite, and we’ve conquered many O’s together.

  I strum my fingers on the edge of the tub and sip my wine. And by sip, I do sip and don’t tank up like Olivia did. In fact, I left my phone on the countertop out of reach. “The Sign” by Ace of Bass thumps out in the small bathroom. Tears begin to stream down my face. Like they do most nights. I don’t let Olivia or my mom see them. I hate being weak and letting my real emotion shine. I’ve always been the bold, daring, and outgoing one, but now I’m broken.

  I’d never admit this either, but I miss Taylor desperately. I’m still in love with him and would take him back in a heartbeat. It makes me sick to think the one person who has crushed me is the one asshole I’m madly in love with.

  Taylor has a new life with his pregnant fiancée. The tears roll even faster with that thought floating around in my head. He’s gone forever, and it’s something I’ll have to get over.

  It helps to live with Olivia and Pedro, even though she’s gone most of the time with Oren on all of his days off, humping him across the countryside. She also puts in way more time than me at work, too. Teaching first grade is hell and requires so much preparation time, so it’s more like I live with Pedro, the famous elbow humper. When I’m real bored, I taunt him with my elbow. It’s a sick habit I need to kick.

  And I hate to admit it, but I’m in love with that dumb little dog. He keeps me company on lonely nights while I binge on cupcakes and watch old re-runs of Cheers.

  Setting down my wine, I pick up Reggie the Regulator, yes, I name all of my toys, I sink him down in the bubble bath letting him warm up. I’ve been with two other men since Taylor. You know the typical rebound. I was hoping to find a good ol’ fashion fuck buddy that could keep my sexual appetite under control, but both were a shit show.

  The first man was well-endowed and humped like he was racing the Energizer Bunny in a sprint. As fast as he entered me, he was done. I’m pretty sure I didn’t even get one damn moan out. And the man was freaking gorgeous with a killer body, and a huge dick, but no stamina. He did offer me a chocolate protein shake after he rolled off the bed and shook his wiener clean.

  And on the second date, the man apologized before he even pulled down his jeans. That was my first sign to run, but I remained perched on the edge of the bed smiling like an idiot and waving off his apology. Little and by little, I mean little did I know his apology was for his two-inch pecker. Yes, his two-inch pecker. I shit you not; his pinky finger was longer than his dick. The only positive from this experience was a chance to perfect my faking orgasm scream. I’ll never forget Peter Crump. At least the guy has looks and a fat wallet in his favor. He’s going to need them along with a serious cock pump.

  I always thought it would be Olivia wallowing in a bath of bubbles about how miserable and lonely her life was. Never in my wildest dreams, did I think she’d be boning hot cop off into the sunset.

  I wrap my hand around the girth of Reggie, sink back into the tub, relaxing my head on the back, and pull Reggie closer to my opening. The first touch of him makes all my other worries and thoughts vanish in a second. The soon to be delicious sensation of being filled overtakes me. I block everything else out as Reggie sinks in inch by inch.

  “Scout.” The bathroom door flies open. “Scout.”

  The sudden intrusion startles the shit out of me causing me to fly up into a sitting position. I clutch at Reggie like a weapon to be used against the intruder and then fling the fucker at the person at the door because clearly, the person has to be a mass murderer.

  It takes three seconds for everything to settle and to make my vision clear. It’s Olivia standing in the doorway, and slippery, wet Reggie just nailed her in the forehead.

  “Eeeeewwww,” she squeals. “Did you just hit me with your dildo?”

  “You scared the piss out of me, O.”

  “Oh, my God, oh, my God, it’s Reggie. The one you use nearly daily.” Olivia races to the sink hopping foot to foot while scrubbing at her forehead. “Was this in you just now?”

  “Pffff. No,” I reply sinking back into the tub. “Why’s your ass on fire? I mean you stormed in here like…”

  Olivia holds up her left hand to me while inspecting her forehead in the mirror. A large pink diamond ring sits perfectly on her ring finger. Olivia twists slowly to me with tears of joy dancing in her eyes.

  “He proposed.”

  I clutch both of my hands to my chest and sigh. “Olivia.”

  I don’t know what else to say as joy and happiness take over. I jump from the tub and sail into a forward motion to hug her.

  “No.” Olivia holds up both of her hands. “You’re wet and buck naked.”

  I snag a towel and drying off as fast as possible and then wrap the towel around me tucking the top part of it in.

  “Get your ass over here.” I wrap her up in a hug and squeeze my best friend like I never have before.

  “I can’t believe this is all happening,” Olivia whispers between us.

  “Spill your damn guts, whore. I want to know all the details.” I jump up and down in excitement.

  “Get dressed and meet me on the couch.” Olivia whirls for the door.

  “Where’s Oren?” I ask, hoping he didn’t get in on any of the flying dildo action.

  “Went to get us cupcakes. I told him you’d insist on cupcakes to celebrate.”

  “You’re a smart little grasshopper.”

  I finish drying myself off the rest of the way and then jog down the hall to my room letting the girls fly free until I find my favorite over-sized hoodie and a gray pair of leggings.

  “Olivia, spill your guts, woman,” I say, as I trot back out into the living room brushing the tangles out of my blonde hair.

  When I round the corner, Olivia is balled up on the couch with Pedro in her lap. She doesn’t even notice me enter the room while she stares down at her ring. It’s her new future. The excitement and joy are unreal, but there’s also tingle of despair knowing both of our futures are about to change.

  “Earth to Olivia,�
�� I sing out and plop down next to her. “Details. Now.”

  “Scout, I had no damn idea.” She clutches her hands to her chest. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Holy hell, woman, spill it before I get out a butter knife and stab you to death.”

  “Okay, okay.” She sits up a bit taller on the couch facing me. “We went to dinner at Gravy Doug’s.”

  “He proposed at Gravy Doug’s?” The disgust rolls off my tongue.

  “No, we had dinner there and ordered our standard. Just chatted it up a bit and enjoyed ourselves.”

  “Get to the juicy part.” I slap her bare knee.

  “Scout, I really just thought it was one of our quick dinner dates while his shift was slow.”

  “And then.” At this point, I’m ready to choke the bitch to get the story out of her.

  “He got in my car, and we drove out to the lake.” A true-life dream glazes over her eyeballs and I know she’s reliving parts I don’t want to know in my sex frustrated state.

  “And then.” This time I go in for titty twister. “Bitch, hurry and get to how he proposed.”

  “Scout, stop.” It takes Olivia several seconds to recover while rubbing out the pain from her nipple. I only smile back at her knowing that was one hell of a titty-twister.

  “We walked out to a tree…”

  “Lalalalalalalala.” I cover both ears. “I’ve heard this. The tree you had your first O, right?”

  “Yes.” The dreamy look covering her eyes even multiplies. “We sat and talked for a bit and each time his radio went off he ignored it which was odd. He finally pulled me up from the grassy hill under the tree and then went down on one knee.”

  “Oh, my gosh.” I clutch my hands to my chest as if watching a Hallmark movie play out before me.

  “I thought he fell, Scout. I didn’t even realize what he was doing until he swatted my hand away from helping him up.”

  “Only you.” I roll my eyes.

  “He pulled the black box from his pocket and then I nearly ate shit. My knees gave out one me.” Olivia lets out a slight giggle. “I want to always be your hot cop, Olivia. Your Officer Lady Boner, forever. Will you marry me?”

  “Holy shit, Olivia!” Chills race up both of my arms.

  “It was so romantic. I don’t remember much after that, but I said yes.”

  “I’m so damn happy for you.” I wrap Olivia in my arms squeezing her nearly to death.

  “I think I’m still in shock.” She stares down at the rock on her finger.

  “Does your dad know?”

  “No, well Oren asked him, but we haven’t gone over there. I wanted to tell you first.”

  “That’s right, bitch.” I grab her hand and admire her new gorgeous piece of jewelry.

  “We want to eat cupcakes, and then all go over to Dad’s house.”

  “Me too?” I ask.

  “Yes, I want to gather your parents as well.”

  “Ahhh, Mom will be so freaking jacked for you.”

  “Scout…”

  “What?” I shrug both of my shoulders.

  “Are you okay with all of this?”

  “Olivia, I’m so happy for you. I promise. This is your damn time, and I’m by your side.”

  “Good.” The sound of the door shutting shocks both of us, and we turn to see Oren standing with our favorite ice cream in his hands, or I should say my favorite kind.

  “Scout, will you be the maid of honor?”

  “Fuck, yes. I mean, did you even have to ask?” I tear up a bit, but before any real emotion hits I brush that shit off and spring up from the couch to grab the ice cream.

  “Why thank you, my future brother in law.” I snag the box of cupcakes from him and plop it down in the middle of the counter.

  Olivia joins in rattling on about wedding plans while Oren stands back a little hesitant. I see the fear lingering in his eyes, and apparently, he doesn’t want any digits bitten off by either of us. He snuggles in behind Olivia placing her on his lap, holding her while she continues to chatter about wedding plans.

  “Whoa, Smelly Nelly.” I hold up my frosted covered fingers to her. “You’re going to get married when?”

  “June third.”

  “Of this year?” I choke on my very own words.

  “Yes.” She slowly nods.

  “Like in a month?”

  “Christ on a cracker, Scout. Yes, in a month!”

  I step away from the cupcakes. “Have you lost your frigging marbles, O? A wedding takes months sometimes years to plan, and you’re going to do it in a month and that month being also known as the hell which is May.”

  Olivia gently giggles and relaxes back into Oren. “Told you she’d freak out. You owe me.”

  “Damn, I knew I should never have bet against you on Scout.”

  “You can lick up, I mean pay up later tonight.” She hooks her arm back up around his neck.

  “Gross. Quit betting on me you two damn horndogs.” I snag what’s left of the ice cream and settle on the opposite counter. “So, June third?”

  “Yeah. I want a simple wedding, Scout, you know me and guess what?”

  “Do I even want to know?”

  “I unlocked thirteen secret wedding boards on Pinterest. I practically have it all planned out.”

  “God bless you, Oren, for taking this one on,” I nod to him.

  “It’s her day, and I can’t wait.” He leans forward placing a kiss on the side of her head.

  Olivia has been pinning on Pinterest like a rabid dog over the last few months. She thought for sure he was going to propose on Christmas, then Valentine’s Day, then St. Patrick’s Day, and then Easter. Oh shit, she even thought the big question was going to be popped on Ground Hog’s day.

  “Two rules, O.” I stare her down. “I will not wear orange in any shade what so ever. I also will not, and I do mean will not wear an ankle length dress. These girls and these wheels need to shine.”

  “Yes, whore. I’ll let you pick out your dress. I want robin egg blue as my color.”

  “Deal,” I squeal and scrape the rest of the ice cream from the sides of the tub.

  “Go get shoes on and let’s go see our family.”

  “Okay, okay.” I lick all the remaining frosting in sight and feel a slight tingle between my legs. Fucking pathetic that cupcakes turn me on and are the only thing these days that can liven up my lady bits.

  I toss on my favorite zebra striped slip-ons and then chime. “Let’s go, you little ho.”

  Oren’s at the door, holding out his hand to Olivia whose walking toward him.

  “Olivia, what’s that on your forehead?” He asks.

  I take a step in closer to take a peek for myself too, but before I have the chance to respond Oren puts together all the dots.

  “Is that a dildo imprint?”

  “Yep, Oren. Meet Reggie.” Olivia points to the perfect impression. “Scout nailed me in the head with it when I walked in…”

  “You should know to knock before walking in on me,” I offer, as we all walk out the door.

  “I didn’t think you’d be jumping Reggie in the bathtub.” Olivia shuts the door behind all of us.

  “Says, Miss Cell Phone,” I taunt back.

  “Enough, girls. Christ, you two could star on your reality show.”

  Chapter 2

  It’s funny how things have migrated to Olivia’s backyard since she hooked up with Oren. Everything used to be at my house centered around my mom, Lily, taking care of everyone.

  Now we sit at Olivia’s childhood picnic table, and the only thing familiar is my mom’s pasta salad and other delicious food. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not jealous of Olivia. I mean O, my best friend more like a sister, deserves happiness more than anyone else I can think of. And her boyfriend, scratch that, fiancé Oren is top notch!

  “Olivia, sweetie, what’s that on your forehead?” My mom’s voice distracts me from my self-indulged pity party.

  I peer up to a very ner
vous Olivia running her fingers over the tender skin on her forehead. I let her squirm for a bit before I take her off the hot seat.

  “She spooked me, Mom, and I bitch slapped her with my dildo.”

  “Jesus, Scout, will you ever grow up?” My dad spews out a bit of beer.

  “Oh, Pops, you’d be bored without me.”

  “True little girl and I’d probably have a few less gray hairs as well.”

  “So, when’s the big date, Olivia?” My mom beams wiping her hands on the front of her plaid apron.

  “You’d better sit down, Mom, so you don’t crack your head open on the ground when you stroke out.”

  My mom sends me a quick shut the fuck up glance that I’m all too familiar with. Granted, I’ve given her several opportunities to perfect it.

  “June third.” Olivia’s voice is full of genuine happiness.

  “Oh dear.” Mom clutches both cheeks.

  “Told you that you should’ve had a seat, Mom,” I laugh knowing my mother is quite the OCD freak planning big events down to every single detail. You’d think our graduation party was a grand ball event.

  “Lilly, don’t stress.” Olivia walks up behind Oren whose sipping on a beer and wraps her arms around his neck. “I want a simple wedding. I mean super simple. I just want to be Mrs. O’Brien.”

  Olivia’s Dad has chugged more than his average amount of beer with a perma-grin plastered on his face. To say the man is proud would be an injustice and an understatement of all understatements. He’s proud, my best friend is beyond giddy and happy in her life, and I’m just here. I’m so excited for her, but still dead inside from what Taylor did to me.

  The lying fucker cheated on me and then left me. I do regret begging for him to come back to me and I really, really regret the night I slept with him. Yes, I even lie to myself. He came knocking on my door two nights ago, and I gave in. And I know if he came back again, I’d do the same exact thing even when I hate myself for giving into him.

  I’ve hot lapped several city blocks when it comes to men, even losing my virginity my sophomore year, but this time it’s different. I thought Taylor was my forever and then he shattered it all, and I’m the whore who slept with him when he came knocking on my front door.