The Old Fashioned - Wallbanger 2
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Table of Contents
Excerpt
The Old Fashioned – Wallbanger 2
Blurb
Harvey’s Old Fashioned Recipe
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Excerpt
Harvey’s hand shook so badly, he could barely shut his car off or get the keys out of the ignition. Jay was here. At his house. Harvey had wanted nothing more than to see Jay—to hold him and kiss him—but doubt clouded his joy. What if Jay wasn’t ready for more? What if he rejected Harvey? What if he was still in love with Jack? What if?
Jay stood when Harvey stepped out of the car. God, he made Harvey’s stomach jittery. Jay’s golden-brown hair, warm amber eyes, and full sensual mouth had been hard to resist—even when he’d thought Jay was just the bartender. Their first date had missed disaster by a slim margin.
He’d been empty before Jay. Tired. Going through the motions of living. Even without definitions, having Jay in his life had changed him. He’d sparked a happiness Harvey hadn’t dreamed existed. Yes, he’d had moments in his past where he thought he’d found contentment, but nothing close to what he felt when he held Jay in his arms.
And to think, he’d almost cancelled on Jay before they’d even met.
He closed the distance between them. “Hey. Are you alone tonight or waiting on someone?”“ Harvey said, echoing Jay’s question from the first night at the bar.
“I’m supposed to meet someone.” Jay nervously rubbed his palms against the side of his jeans, the corner of his mouth crooking up in a half-smile. “Blind date. An online thing, but you know how flaky some guys can be.”
Harvey shook his head. Softly, he asked, “What are you looking for? What do you want?”
Jay held out his hand. “I’m tired of fucking around.”
Harvey reached out and slid his palm into Jay’s, relishing the warmth of his lover’s touch. “I’m tired of playing games.”
Jay pulled him close, placing his free hand on Harvey’s cheek. “We’re not good friends.”
“No,” Harvey said. He wrapped his free arm around Jay’s waist. “We’re not.”
The soft press of Jay’s lips made Harvey’s knees buckle. He opened his mouth, savoring the thrust of his lover’s tongue. He shivered as Jay’s hand slid under his T-shirt and slid over his stomach and up to his chest.
Jay moved the kiss to Harvey’s cheek, nuzzling his ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. “I think we should finish this conversation in the house.”
There was so much he wanted to say to Jay—so much he needed to say—but it could wait. Right now he wanted to make Jay forget that any other man existed.
The Old Fashioned – Wallbanger 2
The Other Team, Book 5
G.R. George
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Blurb
Dr. Harvey Grace has never been happier in a relationship. His younger lover, Jay Lincoln, owns The Other Team Bar & Grill; despite the disparity in their ages and occupations, they have an all-consuming passion for each other.
But doubts creep in easily when Jay's handsome ex-lover resurfaces. Not to mention Harvey's ex is still on the scene, too. Can two men hovering on the edge of a future together conquer the past's hold on their hearts—and risk it all for a real shot at love?
Previously Published
(2014) Renee George
Acknowledgements
I’d like to acknowledge and thank my BFF Michele Bardsley who painstakingly read through The Old Fashioned and helped me fix a multitude of small errors. She always helps me keep my romances romancey, and she’s a brilliant line editor.
I always have to give a nod to my two other BFFs Dakota Cassidy and Emma Ray Garrett, and my husband Steve and my sister Robbin. I would be a head case without you all in my life. You keep me off the floor and out of the fetal position…most of the time.
I’d like to give a big shout out to Kate Douglas who always makes me feel like a rock star…and she IS a ROCK STAR! Her encouragement (and love for my work) gives me so much confidence.
I need to thank Maryam Salim for her support and love. She has been huge in facilitating these stories (so you all should thank her too!).
And, to Kevin M., you make me want to write, write, write! I loved meeting you in Seattle, and when you told me that you loved the Cocktails because the characters were so real for you…well, you don’t know how much that meant to me!!
To A Street Team Named Desire – You are the BEST street team ever!! Love you so hard. I don’t know what I’d do without you, and I hope I never have to find out.
Last, but not least, I’d like to thank the fans of this series. When I started writing these Cocktails, I had no idea how beloved the characters would become to readers. I worried, since this was my first foray into contemporary gay romance (I’d always written Paranormal MM Romance), and I wasn’t sure how they would be received. So…thank you. You all keep these couples alive for me (and I hope to do the same for you). I only wish I could write them faster!
Cover Art: Renee George
Harvey’s Old Fashioned Recipe
2 Cubes of Raw Sugar
Angostura Bitters
1 ½ ounce of Whiskey or Rye
Club Soda
1 tsp of water
Two ice cubes
1 strip of lemon peel
Place the sugar cubes into an Old Fashioned glass. Shake three drops of bitters onto the cubes. Next, add the water over sugar cubes and break them up. Add the two ice cubes. Pour preferred liquor over top. Fill glass two-thirds with Club Soda. Give the lemon peel a twist and garnish.
There is nothing better than a sweet Old Fashioned to warm your body.
Chapter 1
Old Fashioned
Jay Lincoln brushed his teeth. The bathroom was large enough to have a corner tub with plenty of room for two people and a five-foot shower with a dozen jets and showerheads to hose off a small group. Two large, oblong crystal bowls with Roman faucets, the necks curved with high arches, sat on a green and black marble counter that stretched another five feet. The cabinets, including the mirrored one over the vanity, were a rich, warm mahogany. Actual mahogany.
He rinsed his mouth, rinsed his toothbrush, and then carefully rinsed his spit from the sink. He placed his toothbrush in the holder behind the bowl and stared at his smiling reflection in the mirror.
It was nearing the end of June, and he and Harvey Grace had been dating nearly three months. When Jay first began staying the occasional night at Harvey’s house, he’d pack a toothbrush. Last week,
Harvey had put the extra holder, one that matched his own, behind the second sink. It had been an unexpectedly romantic gesture for which Jay rewarded him well.
Jay’s cock hardened at the memory. Harvey might be forty-five years old, but there was nothing old about the way he made Jay’s heart race. The way Harvey made him feel scared the shit out of him. Things were going really well, but what if Harvey realized they had nothing in common?
Harvey was a professional, a doctor, and not just a doctor—a surgeon. Highly educated, cultured, and if his home was any indication, rich. Even though Jay owned his own business, he’d only attended college for one year. He’d spent so much time between working as a bartender and partying, he’d flunked out of both semesters.
He didn’t regret dropping out. Bartending had showed him another way to make a living doing something he loved. After almost a decade of working behind the bar, he’d finally gained enough knowledge and experience to open his own place. He took a lot of pride in The Other Team. He made enough profit to pay his employees a livable wage, pay his own bills, and have a little extra. Even so, he worried Harvey would realize that he could do better. Jay didn’t want to be Harvey’s mid-life crisis—an itch to scratch.
In the large kitchen, all dark woods, stainless steel appliances, Harvey sat at the center island in one of the four pub-height chairs. He wore black sweat pants and a dark blue T-shirt that clung to his wide chest and shoulders instead of slacks and a button-down shirt—his normal work attire. Jay bit his lower lip as he thought about the treasure of silvery-peppered dark hair just beneath the cotton fabric
Harvey read a newspaper while he sipped a cup of tea. His preferred morning beverage. He ruffled the noisy print as he turned a page. He looked up at Jay, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners, and smiled. Jay’s heart skipped a beat. God, he was so fucking sexy.
“Good morning.” Harvey’s low voice, even when he wasn’t trying, was like a seductive caress. “I’ve made you a pot of coffee.”
Heat rushed through Jay, but he didn’t try to hide his reaction. He walked to the counter, watching as Harvey’s gaze tracked him. There was a reason Jay hadn’t put on anything but his boxer-briefs. He loved the way Harvey looked at him.
When Jay stayed the night, Harvey always made him coffee, even though Harvey didn’t drink it himself. Just like Jay always made certain he had Harvey’s favorite tea brand at his apartment.
Harvey had put the cream and sugar next to an empty mug and a spoon beside it on a napkin. Jay grinned as he poured his cup, adding two sugars and a big dose of cream. He stirred the mixture until his coffee was the perfect shade of tan and took a sip. Full-bodied with no acid bite. Yum. “Really good coffee, Harv.”
Harvey rewarded him with an even bigger smile. “It’s a Sumatran blend that a friend at work said was really good. I’m glad he was right.”
Jay’s gut tightened. He forced the mild jealousy away. First, he had no idea who Harvey was talking about, so it probably wasn’t his ex-boyfriend Mark, another doctor and a total jerk. Second, Harvey had bought the coffee because he thought it would make Jay happy. He wasn’t going to spoil the gift by acting like an ass. Besides, they hadn’t put any labels on their relationship. They were frequent lovers, and Jay kept a toothbrush at Harvey’s house. Those were his only claims on the man.
When Harvey’s brow narrowed with confusion, Jay forced a smile to his lips. He set his cup on the counter, crossed the smooth-tiled floor to Harvey and sidled between his thighs. He plucked the newspaper from Harvey’s hand and placed it on the center island.
“Your friend has good taste.” Jay cradled Harvey’s face between his palms as he drank in his gorgeous, light blue eyes—the color of ice, but so much warmer. He dipped his head—enjoying the way Harvey’s strong hands slid up his waist—before he slanted his mouth over Harvey’s.
Harvey opened for Jay, his tongue tasting of honeyed tea. Harvey’s growing erection butted up against his groin. He smoothed his fingers through Harvey’s thick graying hair. “You know nobody reads newspapers anymore.”
Harvey’s palms splayed across Jay’s chest, his fingertips dancing over Jay’s nipples. “How am I supposed to get the news then?”
“The Internet, like the rest of the world.”
Harvey shook his head then leaned forward and nibbled along Jay’s collarbone. “I guess I’m old-fashioned.”
Jay burned with longing and need. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself against Harvey’s hard bulge. “I really like that about you.”
Harvey wrapped one arm around Jay’s waist and drew him even closer, with his other hand he reached up and pulled Jay down to his mouth again. “I love the way you feel in my arms,” he murmured against Jay’s lips.
“And I love…the way I feel when I’m in your arms.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. “Do you work this afternoon?”
“No,” Harvey said. He kissed the dip between Jay’s neck and jaw. “You smell good.”
Jay smiled. Coconut, lime, and basil. He’d used Harvey’s designer body wash. The first time Jay had slept over, he’d used the soap. The scent made him feel like Harvey was next to him all day. Now, he used the wash whenever he got the chance. “You have good taste in soap.”
“I have good taste period,” Harvey said, giving Jay a pointed look. He pushed the waistband of Jay’s shorts down. Jay’s cock pulsed as Harvey rubbed his thumb over the glistening tip, and then brought the pearl of pre-come to his lips. “And you taste good.”
“Sweet talker.”
“What time do you go in today?”
“Chris is covering for me this afternoon, but I should go into tonight and check on the deposit.” Jay kissed Harvey again, running his hands down the muscled warmth of Harvey’s chest. “But…since we both are free right now…” He smoothed his palms over Harvey’s large arms. At forty-five, Harvey was in great shape. He worked out almost every day at the hospital gym, and his body was built for bulk. He had a wide expanse of chest, and his arms were nearly as big as Jay’s thighs. “I always want to touch you.”
“We have so much in common.” The corners of Harvey’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. Jay loved each fine line. He leaned forward and kissed the corner of Harvey’s eye.
Harvey’s body was a playground from the hard planes across his broad chest, and the thick muscle of his arms and thighs—not to mention his banging, almost perfectly rounded ass. And while his looks had initially attracted Jay, it was Harvey’s sense of humor, his intelligence, and his kindness that kept Jay wanting more and more. That Harvey seemed to want him just as much shocked Jay. Harvey’s ex, Mark, was an Adonis, and while Jay ran three times a week, he definitely couldn’t compete with Mark’s physique.
Jay’s chest tightened the way it always did when he thought of Mark. On Jay and Harvey’s first date, Mark had almost ruined the entire night with his drunken ass-hattery. It had to be Mark’s body that kept Harvey around, because the guy was a jerk. Jay’s expression must have changed, because Harvey asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jay cupped Harvey’s face and kissed him again. “Not a thing.” He stroked his fingers down Harvey’s arms as he captured Harvey’s mouth and slipped his tongue between his lover’s parted lips.
Harvey slid his hands down the back of Jay’s underwear making his balls draw tight. Jay arched his back and moaned softly when Harvey trailed kisses down his neck. His hot mouth latched over his nipple and he tugged the tightening bud with his teeth.
Jay ran his fingers through Harvey’s thick hair as Harvey licked, and nipped, sucked. “I’m so fucking hard for you,” he groaned.
Jay could feel Harvey smile against his skin. Harvey murmured between kisses and nips, “Then my plan to seduce you is working.”
“Too fucking right,” Jay whispered, his voice going ragged with the need building in his body. God. His dick was like a shaken bottle of beer. Full of pressure and it wouldn’t take much to explode.
Chapter 2
Every Time
Harvey Grace pushed Jay back against the center island and shoved his blue boxer briefs down his narrow hips to his lean thighs. Jay’s cock sprang free—thick and hard—the swollen crown glistening with more delicious pre-come. He cupped Jay’s balls with one hand and wrapped his length with the other, relishing the heavy desire in Jay’s dark amber eyes.
Harvey smiled. He loved how responsive the younger man was to his touch. So hard, so quick. Perfect. “You’re amazing,” he said.
Jay wasn’t bulky with muscle, not like Harvey’s ex had been, but in Harvey’s eyes, Jay was the sexiest man he’d ever been with. The younger man’s body was lean and sinewy, and his sensual mouth begged to be kissed. Harvey still couldn’t believe his luck. Jay was in the prime of his life—old enough to have maturity and stability, but young enough that every twenty-something wanted to crawl into his pants.
Harvey felt a twinge of jealousy. He’d seen the way men watched Jay—especially at the bar. He didn’t lack for admirers. More often than he liked, Harvey felt every single day of his forty-five years. He worked out nearly every day to fight aging, and while he was winning the battle, he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost the war. Time could not be defeated.
He reminded himself that he had to stay in the present. The only thing he knew for certain was how great Jay made him feel at moments like these, and he wasn’t going to ruin it by dwelling on things he couldn’t change. Instead, he stood, pulling Jay into another kiss. He loved the way Jay fit against his body as if the man had been made for his pleasure.
When Jay wrapped his arms around him, the heat from his skin soaked into Harvey’s chest and warmed him. Jay thrust his tongue into Harvey’s mouth, deepening their kiss. What had started as a lazy morning spark was quickly turning into a bonfire of lust. He roamed down Jay’s back until his fingers found purchase on his deliciously smooth ass.