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    Wet For Christmas
    Wet For Christmas
    Wet For Christmas
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    Wet For Christmas

    By Mia Ford

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    "Stay away from David Foster."

    Yeah, right. 

    The minute I saw him on stage, the heartbreaking fears my ex-fiancé left me with went right out of my head. David's hips shimmied and my heart stammered.

    How could anyone say no to that rock star god with a voice like an angel and moves like the devil?

    I didn't even try.

    Anyway, it was just one night. One crazy, skin-tingling, earth-shattering night.

    At least that's what I thought. Then David showed up. Again.

    He says he wants me, but I think he just wants to shed his bad boy image. His leather clad looks go with the billionaire lifestyle, and I don't think he's about to change.

    Not for me.

    But it's not just us now. There's a family growing inside me, and I'm starting to think David deserves a chance.

    I've never been lucky in love, but this time it looks like luck found me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMia Ford
    Release dateDec 1, 2019
    ISBN9781393129608
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      Wet For Christmas - Mia Ford

      Chapter 1

      AUBREY

      I can’t believe it. He’s been sleeping with her for months! I rested my face in my hands as I revealed the ugly truth to my sister. Cammie hugged me and described the many ways that we were going to get revenge on my now ex-fiancé. She was vicious when someone wronged her or someone that she loved. Her big blue eyes and soft blonde curls were deceptive.

      It’s going to be okay. He’s a dick and never deserved you to begin with. Cammie told me as she poured us each a glass of wine from the big bottle on the table.

      I have to cancel the wedding...everything. It was all set-up! I raged as she leaned against me to stroke my hair, telling me to drink the wine. I was the type to hold things in and Cammie knew it. At least I have the apartment. I’d told Kyle to pack his shit and go live with the woman I saw him kissing on the Seattle street corner earlier today. Try as he might, I knew better than to believe that lie that they barely knew each other. That kiss was more intimate than anything else I’d seen in a long time.

      That included our kisses based on my recollection of the past few months. I thought that we were settling in and just tired from working so much at our jobs and planning the wedding that had initially been scheduled for six months from now. It was over now, and I knew deep down that he wasn’t even working when he lied about his overtime.

      Asshole.

      Can you keep it on your own? Cammie asked me as I raised my bloodshot cinnamon-colored eyes to gaze at her sadly.

      Yes. We just paid this month rent and I do fine at work. I can always get some more work if I need to. I glanced around the living room with the scattered windows and cozy feeling even though it was tarnished with the memory of sharing it with Kyle. I still loved it here.

      I can move in if need be. Taryn has dropped a million hints about moving in with her new boyfriend anyway, so I might need a place. I’m sure they’ll want the apartment. She laughed lightly, used to the way her roommate jumped into new relationships all too quickly. Maybe I should just make her own up to it this time. She had a gorgeous two-bedroom apartment on the other side of town that was bigger than my own, but we could make it work here.

      She’s been doing that for the last year. Tell her she’s stupid and that it’s smarter to stay single. I think I’ll be alone forever now, I grumbled as I brought the glass to my lips. I took a long sip of the wine and wiped away the tears that were sliding down my face. I wondered if I would ever stop crying.

      We were watching one of the late-night talk shows hours later and I was half asleep on the couch when I heard Cammie squeal. I blinked and turned my head to look at her.

      Aub!! We can get tickets to see Seven Lean Friday night!

      What? I asked, trying to focus on her words through my headache and heartache. Seven Lean was a popular band that was starting to take off and I rubbed my swollen eyes. I knew that I looked like a hot mess.

      We’ve set up their food before in the past a few times. Cory got to know one of the guys and they offered tickets to anyone in the company that isn’t working on Friday! Cammie kept rambling and as much as I enjoyed their music, nothing was getting through the fog my head was in.

      You don’t work? I asked in confusion as she shot me a curious look.

      Yeah, that’s right. You’re staying with me.

      She’d called her boss when I told her what happened, taking the next week off to help me out.

      And we’re going to go to this show and lose ourselves. It will make you feel better. She gave me an assuring smile, and I murmured something before my head dropped to the cushion behind my head.

      I wanted to protest the idea because I knew there was no possible way that I’d be ready for that, falling asleep instead.

      Since I worked remotely from home, Cammie helped me with the little of copywriting that I had to finish. She was equally good at it and I joked that she should partner up with me all the time. She loved her job at the trendy catering company and told me not yet as I tried to laugh over coffee a few mornings after her arrival. She caught me up completely, so I wouldn’t be late on that paycheck and reminded me about the band on Friday night. So, are you excited about tomorrow?

      Tomorrow? I drew a blank as she shot me a mock glare.

      The concert that I have incredible seats for. The band you’ve loved for a few years now. Does that ring any bells? Cammie asked as I let out a slow sigh. I know you feel like you never want to leave this apartment ever again. I get that. But what’s better than loud music and dancing and hot lead singers?

      I like the music and maybe the dancing, but I don’t know about any men. Ugh. The idea left a bad taste in my mouth. Cammie laughed and reached for her coffee cup, taking a sip as she looked me over. Having her here with me this week was everything. Otherwise, I would have just hidden in my bed left to my own devices but instead I completed my deadlines and was somewhat alive.

      Deal. We’ll just go and forget about everything for a few hours. She agreed, and I forced a smile to my face. I would do this for her and then try to figure out how to pick up the pieces.

      I stared at my closet the following night with a blank look on my face. I wanted to wear jeans and a plain tee shirt, but Cammie told me that we needed to make a night of it. I ran a hand through my heavy natural curls and peered at the slightly fading red color of the strands. She’d styled it to be wild and my eyes were lined with black that gave me a more exotic look than I was used to.

      What have you decided on? Cammie asked as she came into the room, frowning at my robe. She walked forward and started sliding hangers over, taking in everything. I had some cute clothes for the times I did have local client meetings. She pulled out a short, flowing black skirt and handed it to me as she continued to look. I stared at the tiny strip of cloth before she pulled out a clingy burgundy shirt, telling me that I could wear the heeled boots that were in the front of my closet. I blinked and walked towards the bathroom, trying to feel tonight desperately. I loved going out with my sister, but I was a wreck this week.

      I dressed and slicked my lips with the matte lipstick that matched the shirt before sliding on the boots. I told myself to enjoy this because Cammie was returning to her busy life on Sunday. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t see her, but it was different when we were both working. Cammie was wearing a mini skirt in dark denim and a strategically torn black shirt with some ballet flats, looking beautiful as always. She came to hug me and pulled me close, telling me that we were going to have a good time. I smiled and hoped so as I clung to her.

      It had been a long week.

      Chapter 2

      AUBREY

      We left, and Cammie led the way to her car. She insisted on taking me out to dinner before the show since I’d been locked up inside my apartment for the week. She was the one that bought the necessities such as food and shampoo while I hid. Hell, Cammie was the one that made me eat and shower. She was always there to pick up the pieces for me.

      I slid into her passenger seat and watched as she started the engine. The radio blared loudly through the car and I winced as she reached out to turn it down. It was the new song by Seven Lean and I listened for a few minutes, acknowledging that David had an incredible voice.

      Cammie sang along as she headed to the cute little place on the corner that served the best sangria in the neighborhood. We ordered a pitcher, and she nursed a glass, telling me to drink it up. This was my night. We ordered two entrees with the intent to split them and she leaned back, smiling at me. I’m proud of you. You made it through this week. My older sister reached out for my hand, squeezing it over the table.

      I did that because you were here, I assured her as I held her hand tightly. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.

      Aubrey, you’re so strong. You’ve helped me through things as well, she reminded me as I shrugged, trying not to think about the night out Mom suffered a sudden heart attack eight years ago. She was all we had since Dad left when I was just five and there was nobody else. While Cammie had been the one to take over caring for me since she was two weeks away from being eighteen, I kept her going for the hard time after the death and the funeral. I knew what a big change this was going to be for both of us and I blinked at the memory.

      I can’t believe that it’s been eight years, I murmured as I reached for my glass of dark liquid with fruit floating on the surface.

      I know. She reached for her water, taking a small sip before forcing a smile. I think Kyle is lucky. She’d rip him a new one.

      I was at the point where I could talk about him now. My heart still ached but Cammie helped me to see that he wasn’t that great for me. There were a lot of differences and wasn’t it better to know all of that before the wedding? I had to agree with her and it was a relief that we didn’t lose any money in cancelling it. The event was far enough out. I was waiting on the refunds to come through before I decided on what to do with the money. Cammie said to keep it since he was the asshole in the relationship, making me laugh. We ate, and I drank most of the pitcher, feeling buzzed when we left for the concert. It was in the biggest venue locally, but Cammie wasn’t lying when she told me that she got great tickets. We were going to be seated in the first row and would be able to see everything so clear.

      I settled back, moving in my seat to the music that played over the speakers. The seats were filling up and Cammie was bouncing in her seat as she sent texts to her coworker. She surprised me when we arrived with the whole package. We were going to go backstage and meet the band and some of her friends.

      At that point, the alcohol and food in my stomach started to feel like it was going to come back up. I leaned back and inhaled deeply for some fresh air.

      Now that I was inside, and we were waiting for the opening band to start, I was feeling restless. I loved music. It got me through the big things like losing my mom and smaller things like a bad day at school. I started going to shows young and seeing bands live was one of the best experiences I’d ever had from day one.

      That came back to me as I waited in this massive room with fans arriving in droves. Cammie chattered on beside me and we laughed at some memories of past concerts together. When the lights dimmed, I sat forward and thanked the gods that my sister had told me to go to the bathroom before this. The room was black, but I could make out movement on the stage as I squinted. After a few moments, there was the sound of the drums and multicolored lights flashed as a woman sang. I hadn’t heard too much about the opening band, but they were amazing with a lead singer that was all over the stage. She got me pumped for Seven Lean and I sipped from my bottle of water as they left the stage, still feeling a pleasant buzz from the earlier wine.

      People were setting up as everyone chatted excitedly and music played through the room. I was in the front zone and moving with the beat as I let everything from this week go past me. This was separate, and I sang along to the song playing as Cammie laughed and moved with me.

      The lights went out again, and I froze, knowing who was coming on next. There was the same movement as before, but David Foster was going to be a mere few feet away from me soon. I’d always harbored a bit of a crush on him and Cammie hugged me in excitement.

      Thank you! I told her as we giggled together. My sister was my everything.

      The lights came on, offering dim light in the beginning. The band took the stage, and I watched as the singer stepped to the front under a bright, direct light. He was gorgeous with pale blue eyes, olive skin, and messy chestnut hair that always looked like he’d just gotten out of bed with some lucky woman. He leaned forward with his hands on the microphone, staring down at the stage before singing the first note to one of their popular songs. David lifted his eyes to look over the crowd as emotions from the song flashed through his eyes. I melted against the seat and stared in silence.

      Kyle who?

      He was the main writer of the band. I did my homework on them as I did with things that interested me and found that out in the beginning. Not only that, but the lyrics displayed so much of his complex mind. His face showed the pain behind them and often the job, but he was easy on the eyes regardless of that. I sang along to every song with Cammie, swaying and dancing depending on the beat. The entire crowd was doing the same thing, and I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

      It was a few songs in that I thought I caught his eyes locked with my gaze. I blinked and felt the attraction that rushed through me at the contact. I pushed it away the first time but then it happened again... and again. There was no way. David was a gorgeous, talented singer, and I was a hot mess. I stared at him, feeling the heat flood through my body as he sang one of their more erotic songs to me.

      Holy shit. Cammie said after I’d taken this in for a while. He’s staring at you!

      I don’t know about that. There’s so many people here, I protested as she stared at me. It could be anyone or even everyone watching him. Lots of singers interact with their fans.

      That isn’t a little flirting. That is a hard gaze, Aub. He’s singing to you. She fanned herself and I flushed pink as I sipped my water again. What a rebound!! You should go for it.

      Oh, God. It’s nothing like that, Cam. I protested, not being the type to do that kind of thing. I made Kyle wait for a month before sleeping with him and he was what I considered safe at the time.

      I think a guy like that is the best one for that. He’s gorgeous and it can just be for the night. It will get you back in the game. Cammie assured me as I laughed at her. He’s doing it again!

      I looked forward and caught his eyes again along with a sexy little smirk. This guy had his moves down and I raised my brow at him in disbelief. He must sleep with at least one woman at every show. I had a small list that I could count on one hand and never regretted that.

      How would I ever be enough for him? I blinked and watched as he stalked across the stage. I was thinking like I had a chance with David but that was silly. I would leave this venue and go home to normal life.

      When the concert was over, I felt drained from the energy it took to lust after him this much. I was tired from singing so much and dancing in my seat, but I felt alive. We have backstage passes!! Cammie reminded me.

      Shit. How did I forget that? I moaned as I leaned back. I didn’t know what to say to him.

      We’ll just chat with my friends and see how close we can get to the bands. It will be fun! Cammie grabbed my hand and pulled me around the stage where there were two huge men watching a door. Cammie approached them with a confident smile, showing them the lanyard that held the pass as he looked down and waved her through. I did the same and followed my sister into a long hallway with several doors and wide-open spaces that were filling up with people. There was a loud chatter and laughter and I realized that many of the women were near naked. It made me feel silly for worrying about my skirt that actually covered my ass. The shirt at least offered some modesty. Cammie walked forward with confidence, her hips swaying as I caught guys looking at her. My sister had always gotten a lot of attention with her looks and vibrant personality. I was more reserved and took time to get to know people before I offered all of me. Kyle was the first man I’d done that with for the last five years after casually dating in high school. That got me nowhere, and I forced him out of my mind as I followed my sister through the crowd.

      Cam! A voice called out as my sister looked back at me. She reached for my hand and pulled me to a table against the wall that offered a ton of food. Hey!! We miss you. A brunette told her as she stepped out to hug Cammie. This must be one of her coworkers. How was the show?

      Fucking amazing as always, Cammie told her as her eyes skimmed the table. Oh, Aub. You have to try this. She reached for a cracker with some reddish meat on it and a creamy dab of something.

      What is it? I asked as the other girl chuckled at me.

      Sarah, this is my sister Aubrey. I work most of these events with Sarah, Cammie presented her with her free hand before shoving the cracker towards my mouth.

      Salmon and brie. I eat so much of this when I’m working. I stopped her progress and took the offering, nibbling on the corner. Thankfully, Sarah goes to the gym with me on a regular basis. I’d be huge otherwise. The cracker was good, and I eyed the other food on the table; from appetizers to various desserts and fruit.

      I thought that a lot of bands were vegan now and eating weird stuff, I said before taking another bite as she gave me a pleased look. Yes, Cammie. This is good.

      Not Seven Lean and they run the show. As you can see, they offer a lot of options for everyone. The guys like to eat. Sarah shrugged, and I smiled at the glint in her emerald eyes. She was pretty like Cammie and I wondered how often they were hitting in venues like this. Even dressed in fitted black pants and a pink shirt boasting the name of the company, Sarah looked stunning. I didn’t even have to talk about Cammie. Help yourself, Aubrey. There’s plenty for everyone.

      I thanked her and walked to the other end, grabbing a crab cake and a small eclair to put on a small plate as Cammie chatted with Sarah. They looked to be good friends, and I smiled at them before I felt a shift in the room. Someone was looking at me and I swallowed the crab cake before letting my eyes look around. I didn’t want to be obvious, but I was humming inside like I never had before. Hell, I was throbbing.

      I saw David Foster leaning against a doorway several feet away, chatting with a group of people but staring at me. I flushed and nearly choked as I saw the intensity of his gaze, setting the plate down on a corner of the table. This was so much more than I’d felt watching him perform.

      David’s hair was damp, and he was wearing fitted jeans that rode low on his waist. I noted that he matched it with a gray tee shirt that clung to him and brought out his eyes.

      Lucky me.

      I couldn’t stop staring at him. He pushed off the frame and glanced to his right, saying something to someone. David headed my way, walking slowly through the crowd as people called out to him, some grabbing him everywhere. Some women even pulled him against them and I could see that they would let him do them right there on the floor.

      I might even do that.

      He was polite but pushed everyone away with an easy smile before he kept coming towards me. The smile I’d seen him flash didn’t meet his hungry gaze, and I backed against the wall as he strode across the floor. This man oozed sex, want and need. He was arrogant in his confidence and the perfect image of a bad boy. David paused before me and took me in with an eager, lazy gaze as my body ached for him. Hi. His voice was lower than I expected it to be and I leaned closer to him. He smiled, making me blush as I realized that he knew just what he was doing.

      That was a great show, I offered weakly, worrying my hands behind my back. How many people said this to him? I wasn’t anything different from any of these fans apart from being the most inexperienced woman in the room.

      Thanks. I liked watching you down there. You seem to be a real fan. His voice was hoarse and made my thighs tremble as I blinked at him.

      Real fan? I questioned as he reached for an eclair from the plate I’d selected mine from.

      You knew all the words. A lot of people just know the radio hits, at least in the beginning. He took a bite, and the cream spread around his mouth as he chewed slowly.

      Oh my God.

      I wanted to reach up and stroke the cream from his mouth with my finger, to taste something that was so close to his mouth. What the hell was wrong with me? I was just jilted by my fiancé and here I was wanting another man. I cleared my throat and glanced to the right where there was a small bar packed with people. I craved a drink and sighed when I knew I couldn’t move without falling.

      When I looked back up at David, he was smiling down at me. His mouth was clean, and I realized I missed seeing him lick the cream. My mind went right to the dirty part of that thought and I clenched my fists as I tried to regain control of myself. Would you like a drink?

      There’s a huge crowd over there. I replied in a weak voice as I took another look.

      I know people. He replied as he slipped a phone out of his pocket. He typed something into the screen and then glanced at me.

      Chapter 3

      DAVID

      I looked into her beautiful flushed face and gave her my most charming smile. The woman’s mouth dropped open when I asked her what she wanted to drink, and her eyes widened in thought. I think I’d like a rum and coke.

      Nice, I said and typed in her order along with a beer, sending it to the server that I knew here. She was always flirtatious with me and I even let her blow me the last time we were in town. Not tonight though. I had my sights set on another woman with red hair and dark eyes. On the way.

      Wow. How did you do that? She asked as I shrugged with one shoulder.

      I know people. I replied and locked gazes with her before finishing off the eclair. I loved watching her when I purposefully made a mess with it and her eyes glimmered with lust as I chewed again. Once I’d swallowed and licked my lips clean slowly, I asked her what her name was.

      I’m Aubrey. She said as I reached for her hand. She dragged it from behind her back and I took it, squeezing the clammy skin as she blushed again.

      I’m David Foster, I told her before lifting her hand to my mouth to kiss. She was nervous as many people were when meeting me. It mattered more this time.

      Yeah. I think the whole room knows that. She murmured as I kissed her hand again. She pulled away and I let her hand drop as I stared into her face. This woman was younger than me but not by much. She had a look in her eyes of purity and innocence unlike any other woman in this room. She also had something mature in there, making me wonder what made her grow up faster than some people I’d met along the way.

      They know the guy behind the microphone. Not many know the layers underneath, I assured her as I felt someone approaching us. The woman helping the bartender was standing there with a tray and giving me a seductive look as I reached for the glasses. Thanks May. I nodded at her and she glanced at Aubrey with dark blue eyes before turning to leave, clutching the tray in her hands. May was in that group of forgotten women as I lifted my beer to clink glasses with Aubrey. Want to find a place more private?

      I saw her look to the left, following her gaze to see a blonde and a brunette woman smiling at her encouragingly. I’d seen the blonde with Aubrey at the concert and recognized her as a woman that my guitarist hooked up with once or twice. She

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