Drink For It E-Book

Mary E. Thompson

• Herausgeber: BluEyed Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Heather would do anything for her best friend. Anything except face the man who shattered her heart.
Luke regretted walking away from Heather every day, but nothing could make him go back.
When Heather walks back into Luke’s life, neither of them are happy about it. Their connection is purely business this time and no matter how much either wants to, there will not be a repeat of their last encounter.
But the late nights and the close quarters prove more than they can resist. Heather proposes a fling, but Luke isn’t sure. He knows what he really wants is something he can’t ever give her. Because no matter how much he loves her, he knows he isn’t good enough for her. And at the end of the day, he’ll have to let her go so she can find a man she deserves.

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Drink For It

Better In Bed

Mary E Thompson

BluEyed Press

Drink For It

Better In Bed, book seven

Copyright © 2016 Mary E Thompson

Cover Copyright © 2020 Mary E Thompson

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Published by BluEyed Press

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, businesses, locations, and events are either products of the author’s creative imagination or are used in a fictitious sense. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-1-944090-33-3

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

About the Author

1

Allison O’Neill was practically vibrating in her seat. Her best friend, Heather Jones, was not nearly as excited as Allison. Of course, it wasn’t Heather’s wedding they were planning. It was Allison’s.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” Heather tried again, knowing it was futile. Allison could keep a secret better than the CIA if she wanted to.

“Cole is really excited about this. I just want to surprise you. It’s not often I can.”

“You marrying a professional baseball player was a bit of a surprise.”

Allison laughed, her long blonde hair dancing with the shake of her shoulders. “I’m guessing me sleeping with him was a bigger shock than marrying him. After all, by the time Cole proposed we’d been together a while.”

“True,” Heather agreed. “So where are we going?”

Allison laughed. “Nice try. Anyway, we’re here. The suspense is over.”

Heather looked up at the building they were pulling up to and her heart clenched. As did her thighs, but she wasn’t going to focus on that one. She’d never intended to return there. But Allison didn’t know that.

“Luke’s Brew Pub? Really? I thought you guys would want a little nicer kind of place.”

“This is a nice place. Cole loves it here. He’s gotten to be pretty good friends with the owner, too. I think you’d like him.”

Heather didn’t miss the insinuating tone in Allison’s voice. She had to stop that one before it went too far. She busied herself getting out of the car before she met Allison’s all seeing blue eyes.

“Uh, no. I’m not looking for anything right now. Or anytime soon. Please don’t tell me you brought me here to hook me up with the owner.”

Allison sighed, letting Heather know a set up was the exact reason she’d asked Heather to go there. Instead of confessing though, Allison looped her arm through Heather’s and dragged her toward the front door. “I’ve got a lot of trips coming up and I’m going to be gone. I wanted you here to meet Luke and make sure you guys would be okay to get everything done before the wedding.”

“I told you it’d be fine.”

Allison nodded. “I know, but I still feel more comfortable knowing you’ve at least met.”

Heather held back the snort that threatened. If Allison only knew. She had carnal knowledge of Luke Bradford. She’d licked, touched, and kissed every inch of the man’s body, many times over.

But that was before he walked out and never looked back.

“I’m sure I won’t be in contact with him much. If this is where your wedding is, I’ll have more contact with the other vendors. He just needs to make sure the doors are open for people to come in and set up.”

Allison shook her head, bringing Heather to a stop on the wooden porch that stretched the length of the building. Heather had always loved the look of the place with the worn wood siding, giving it a log cabin feel without actually being a log cabin. The windows were large, admitting plenty of light during the day and casting a romantic glow onto the porch in the evenings. She’d once had fantasies about sitting on the porch with Luke and star-gazing, but their relationship was over long before they got to anything that personal.

All they had was sex.

Lots of sex. Amazing sex. Life changing sex.

Empty sex. Or it felt that way when he was gone.

“They’re going to provide the food and drinks so you’re going to have to work out a menu with Luke and sample all the beers to figure out what we should have. Same thing with other drinks. Cole wants a signature cocktail for the night, and you’re going to have to help Luke figure that out. Then there’s the seating arrangement and figuring out how to fit everything and everyone in the place. There’s a lot Luke’s is doing for us. And Luke. Come on,” Allison said, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s get inside where it’s warm.”

Heather knew the only warmth she’d get within the walls of Luke’s was the kind that came from inside herself. Luke had been cold to her the last time he’d seen her. She hated that she still wanted him, that his hands were the ones she dreamt of when she was alone, but she couldn’t stop either of those things. No matter how hard she tried.

Allison raced across the worn hardwood floors and straight into Cole Bryant’s arms. If he wasn’t such a nice guy, Luke would be jealous as fuck of his new friend, but Cole had it rough. Luke didn’t know his whole story, but he knew things didn’t go well with Allison when they first got together. He’d gotten that much out of Cole one of the many nights he’d gone in to Luke’s while he and Allison were apart.

Watching the two of them embrace, Luke knew it was all forgotten. And forgiven.

A shuffle of feet drew his eyes back to the door. Allison said she was bringing her maid of honor, and best friend, to the meeting. She’d already prepped him that she’d be gone most of the next few weeks and that her friend would be answering questions on her behalf. Luke understood the urgency in getting the wedding planned and done before the media caught wind, and before Cole went back to training camp for the spring, but he didn’t understand why the woman he’d hoped to never see again was standing there looking as uncomfortable as he felt.

As they stared at each other, the world fell away. It was just like the first time they’d met. There was something about Heather that Luke hadn’t been able to resist all those months ago. And damn if it wasn’t still there.

“Heather,” he whispered the same moment Allison turned and shouted the same word. His voice was drowned out by Allison’s, something he was more than grateful for when he heard the needy tone of his.

He had to get his shit together.

Dragging his eyes from her hazel eyes and pink cheeks did no good. They scanned the rest of her, from her long hair the color of the craft beer he hoped to produce one day, offset by the white of her puffy jacket that did nothing to hide the curves he’d lost himself in for far longer than he ever should have, to the legs that held him where she wanted him when they were together. Just the memory of the way she’d responded to him, the way they’d fit together like they were made for each other, was enough to make him hard.

And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

“Heather,” Allison said again, beckoning her best friend closer. When she walked past him, she ducked her eyes from his but her scent remained, teasing him with everything he ached for and couldn’t have.

Luke stifled a curse and faced the threesome with what he hoped was a grin.

“Heather, this is Luke Bradford. Luke, this is my best friend, Heather Jones.”

Luke knew he was supposed to say something, but for the life of him couldn’t figure out what. When Heather looked back up at him, he saw a silent plea in her eyes. Allison didn’t know anything about them.

He was her dirty little secret, not even worthy of sharing with her best friend.

Well, that was just fucking great.

Heather finally stepped forward and offered him her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Luke.”

He stared at her hand for a long second before reaching up and sliding his palm against hers. That tiny gasp that slid free of her throat made him want to throw her over his shoulder and lock her in his bedroom until he was too tired to stop her from leaving him, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d been the one to leave. It was the right choice then and it was the right choice now.

“Nice to meet you as well, Heather.”

He flashed her a polite smile then dropped her hand, hoping the small touch didn’t have a permanent affect on him. She’d already damaged him enough.

Turning from Heather, Luke focused on Allison and Cole. His clients. The ones he was actually there for. Otherwise he’d still be in bed, sleeping off the hangover he was nursing and washing the scent of… what was her name?… from his bed. “How about we get started?”

When Luke closed the door behind Heather, Allison, and Cole, he swore he wasn’t going to survive the next few weeks. Allison was sweet, but she was very determined about certain things. She’d even tried to talk him into redecorating the entire pub to suit her wedding colors.

Pink was not going to match with his beer.