If I Loved You (Harper Falls Book 1) by Mary J. Williams Read Free Book Online

plenty of them. Drew had nursed a hangover most
of the morning. Jack, was lucky to have been blessed with a
metabolism that let him drink everyone under the table and not
suffer for it the next day.
    Unfortunately, when he drank too much he
tended to become susceptible to suggestions. The more outrageous,
the better. Oh, never anything terribly dangerous or illegal. Jack
never lost his sense of self-preservation. But if it was relatively
harmless than he was all in. In college it had gotten him a
tattoo—a rather large one on his right shoulder. It wasn’t anything
embarrassing, but it served as a reminder. Don’t get fall down,
stinking drunk—ever again. But last night the drinks had snuck up
on him. His body was overly tired, and it took less alcohol than
usual to knock him on his butt. And on top of everything else, he
was blessed with TRD , total drinking
recall. No blanks in his memory. No,
he remembered every idiotic moment of the mess he’d gotten himself
into.
    First there was his hair, what little of it
that was left. Sometime during the night he’d mentioned his need
for a haircut. Naturally someone had the bright idea to get a pair
of sheep shears that the previous owners had left in the barn.
Sounded like a great idea to him. It would save him a trip to the
barber. Of course, the rusty old
things had still worked. Drew ran his hand over the dark stubble on
his head. His hair hadn’t been this short since he cut it himself
and his dad ended up evening it out. At least that time they had
been actual clippers meant for humans. He was lucky the drunken
idiots hadn’t taken his ear off. But it was just hair, it would
grow back. It was the second thing that he had agreed to that was
the problem. Because of tequila and a stupid bet he now had to be
celibate for the next month.
    Three weeks to be technical. The guys had
been generous enough to count the prior week as part of the bet.
Jack had no doubt he could make it; he wasn’t a sex addict. It was
just that knowing he couldn’t have any was making him think about
it more than at any time since he’d lost his virginity when he was
seventeen. He hadn’t gone longer than a week since then, and he had
been looking forward to tonight. Every woman here looked
particularly beautiful and he couldn’t do anything about it.
    He could have gotten out of the bet. This
morning none of the guys remembered what had gone on the night
before. Some of them remembered the bet but couldn’t remember the
details. But Jack did, vividly. And his stupid sense of fair play
made him fill them in—with every embarrassing detail.
    The rules were simple but specific. He
couldn’t tell anyone about the bet. If he went out on a date, he
could provide the woman with an orgasm as long as his dick didn’t
penetrate any part of her body. He wasn’t allowed to let her
pleasure him but if he came in his pants without manual help from
her, that was acceptable. Masturbation? Hell, yes—thank God.
    Jack sighed again. Good Lord, what were
they, a bunch twelve-year-olds? The bet had been Drew’s evil
idea—every single detail of it. If his dear, old friend hadn’t
spent the morning holding his head and looking like death warmed
over, Jack would have kicked his ass. And then the jerk had the
gall to laugh like a banshee when reminded of it. Jack’s
satisfaction in seeing Drew’s head almost explode with pain was
short lived. Three weeks. Something told him he was going to be
spending a lot of time in the gym, and with his hand on his
dick.
    Rose scanned the crowd. It shouldn’t be hard
to find Jack. He was a man that left an impression, which meant he
was the exact opposite of the men Rose dated. For once she was
going to give in and go off her bland diet. For one night she was
going hot and spicy—she planned on gorging herself on beautiful
man.
    Her gaze stopped on a tall man with dark
hair. He was standing alone across the room, holding a glass and
looking none too pleased to be