One Night with Hemsworth (One Night Series Book 1)

by Eden Finley

  One Night with Hemsworth

  By Eden Finley

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter ONE

  Chapter TWO

  Chapter THREE

  Chapter FOUR

  Chapter FIVE

  Chapter SIX

  Chapter SEVEN

  Chapter EIGHT

  Chapter NINE

  Chapter TEN

  Chapter ELEVEN

  Chapter TWELVE

  Chapter THIRTEEN

  Chapter FOURTEEN

  Chapter FIFTEEN

  Chapter SIXTEEN

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Chapter EIGHTEEN

  Chapter NINETEEN

  Chapter TWENTY

  Chapter TWENTY-ONE

  Chapter TWENTY-TWO

  Chapter TWENTY-THREE

  Chapter TWENTY-FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  DEDICATION

  For my BB. You know who you are.

  1

  - COLE -

  I was drowning my sorrows in beer, and I didn’t care. The woman I was married to for four years, the mother of my child, my high school sweetheart, was getting remarried. Not that I cared so much about that part—I didn’t love her anymore, and we’d been divorced for three years already. But I did care that this rich, old guy would be spending more time with my seven-year-old kid than I would.

  I signalled for the bartender to get me another beer, and that’s when my eyes caught on someone. With dark hair tied back in a messy bun, full lips, and a body to die for, she was sex on legs. Her skinny jeans clung to her long legs, making me wish they were wrapped around me. I shook free my thought and broke eye contact with her, stopping my mind from going there. There was no way in hell I was taking anyone home tonight—I was way too drunk.

  I chose this bar because no one would know me here. No one could know I was drinking. If it got back to Reece … Fuck Reece! For once, I agreed with the voice inside my head. Screw her for moving on.

  I didn’t know why Reece getting remarried was affecting me the way it did. She’d been dating the guy for almost a year, and I never thought much of it. I’d never met him, so I didn’t think it was serious. Now she wants to play “happy broken families.” Ugh.

  I guess I didn’t expect her to settle down—like me. I vowed to never get married ever again. But I also vowed to never have a relationship again. Not after what I did to her.

  The girl across the bar caught my eyes again. Big mistake. I shouldn’t have looked. Now I had a hard-on in a seedy dive bar.

  A relationship may’ve been out of the question, but a one-night stand … No, I can’t. Not tonight.

  When she started making her way over, I could’ve sworn she was going to approach me. My throat actually went dry, and I had to force myself to wet it with another swig of beer. My brief excitement was squashed when she kept on walking to get to the pool hall behind me. Her short brunette friend … or sister—they looked eerily similar—followed after her in a rush.

  Might be time to play some pool. I smiled to myself and stood from the bar, abandoning my beer. My feet started making their way towards her, while my head was screaming at me to turn around, to leave, and go home. But I’d been drinking, making me even more stubborn than usual.

  Her friend passed me again in a whir, right before she turned and grabbed my ass. “Hey, Liam,” she yelled.

  “Cole,” I corrected her, but she was already gone and back at the bar. I narrowed my eyes before shaking it off and continuing to the pool hall.

  She was standing in the middle of the room by herself, looking nervous. Miss Sex-on-legs was shy. Not something I would’ve pegged her to be when she was out there scoping for a hook-up.

  And I knew that’s what she was after. Girls think they’re so subtle, arching their back to stick out their boobs while they take a sip from their drink. But the biggest clue is when they’re scanning the bar every couple of minutes like they’re looking for a lost friend or they’re meeting someone. What they’re really doing is searching for their target.

  My logical side was telling me to walk away.

  On any other night, I wouldn’t have hesitated to approach her. I would’ve walked right up to her, propositioned her, and taken her home. This night was different. I just needed a distraction—something to take my mind of Reece and the fact my kid was going to have a “new dad”—even if the distraction was only a game of pool with a really hot chick.

  I was adamant I wasn’t going to take her home.

  Then the shyness I spotted moments ago was gone, and I was suddenly looking at a girl who knew exactly what she wanted. Me.

  She handed me a pool cue. “If I win, you have to do what I say.”

  “Oh really?” I asked with a chuckle. “And what if I win?”

  She took a step closer to me, and she smelled good enough to eat. She pressed her petite body into mine before whispering in my ear, “I’ll let you take me home.”

  I deserved a freaking medal for not pushing her onto the pool table behind us and devouring her in that instant.

  Instead, I gave her my proven panty-dropping smile and made a bet with her. A stupid bet I knew was going to end with the same outcome. Her, in my bed.

  Still, I was determined to behave. Okay, if I was completely honest with myself, I was hoping I’d sober up enough to be able to take her home.

  Her friend returned with drinks. “Did you want a drink, Chris?” she asked me.

  “It’s … uh, Cole, actually. And no thanks, I’m good.” I need negative five drinks.

  Her friend shrugged and then approached another group of people in the back of the pool hall, leaving us to our game.

  “So, Shortcake, got a name?”

  She pursed her lips, and for a split second, I could’ve sworn she was going to give me a fake one. “It’s Paige.”

  I was close to asking if she was lying but thought I shouldn’t push it. Then again, if I was a dick and she walked away, I wouldn’t have had a war going on inside my head, dividing me. I wanted so desperately to take her home, but I didn’t trust myself. Not with six beers under my belt.

  I asked her questions while we played, delayed taking my shots, did anything to drag out our time.

  “What do you do for a living?” I asked.

  “I’m a student.”

  It was as if a giant red flag was being waved in my face. “Please don’t say in high school?”

  She laughed. “Thanks for that, but no. Third year undergrad at uni.”

  My heart started to beat at a regular pace again. “Making you …?”

  “Twenty-one.” She smiled.

  Six years younger than me. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t going any further than tonight, possibly no further than this pool game.<
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  “What do you study?”

  “I’m going into law.”

  Way too smart for me.

  “You’re not going to ask me my favourite colour now, are you?” she asked, a little annoyance in her tone.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re chattier than I was expecting. It’s your shot.”

  I laughed as I made my way over to the table. Bending over, I aimed and then changed my mind, moving around the table again to choose another ball to go for. I’m fairly decent at pool, so I purposefully aimed to make it block one of the pockets, taking it out of play.

  I was hoping with all hope the drinks I had would wear off soon. I really wanted to be the guy to give her what she was looking for.

  She continually brushed against me as she made her way around the pool table and stuck her ass out whenever she’d take a shot. It was absolute torture.

  The game ended too quickly. She was an experienced player, so all of my missing shots didn’t delay the game like I’d hoped. When she sank the white ball off the black, I knew she threw the game. She hadn’t missed a shot all night.

  I placed my cue against the wall and approached her. My hands went on either side of her, trapping her in against the side of the table.

  “You did that on purpose,” I accused.

  “Did what?”

  “Don’t think that innocent tone can fool me. You lost on purpose.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  I took a slow step forwards, pressing my body against hers, and smirked when her breath caught in her throat. Moving my lips to her ear, I whispered, “Because you want me to take you home and fuck you.” She was bright red when I pulled away, and I revelled in it. “I’d love nothing more than to do that, Shortcake, but I’m afraid it won’t be possible tonight.” Yup, definitely going to need that medal. And a fucking cold shower.

  She pouted. Actually freaking pouted.

  “Don’t do that. Not when I was beginning to think I liked you.” I shook my head.

  “Do what?” she snapped.

  “Pouting is not sexy. Neither is lip biting.” I shuddered. “Definitely no lip biting.” I leaned in again, bringing my face within an inch of hers. “Unless it’s mine you’re biting.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, making me smile.

  I moved my hands to her waist, reaching around to her back jeans pocket. Pulling out her phone, I kept my other arm wrapped around her as I typed in my number. I hit call and my phone started vibrating. After shoving the phone back into her pocket again, my hand found its way into her hair. I tugged on it, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

  “I’ll message you when I’m ready to collect.”

  “Nuh-uh, this was a tonight-only deal, and you’re passing on it. It’s your loss.”

  “I’m sure it is.”

  Not wanting her to walk away so easily, I brought my mouth down on hers, my tongue practically forcing her lips to part. I sucked on her bottom lip and she moaned, sending a vibration through my whole body.

  I had to break the kiss short before I did something stupid—like offer to take her home.

  A weak protest escaped her as I pulled away and took a step back.

  “Message me when you want to collect,” she said, her voice breathless.

  She walked off and joined her friend at the back of the room, as I turned to make my way out of the bar with the biggest smile on my face.

  I mentally high-fived myself as I reached the cool air of outside. I did it. I walked away. Maybe I have some sort of control now? I had to rid my brain of that thought. I knew I couldn’t let my mind go there. Because if I went there, I knew without a doubt, I’d be texting her.

  I only made it two blocks before I turned and headed back to the bar.

  Cole:

  I changed my mind. I’m outside waiting.

  2

  - PAIGE -

  With my back pushed against the wall of some random building, on some random street, with some random guy pressing his body to mine, I was glad my friend Sara forced me to come out tonight.

  My skin was covered with goose bumps, but I was unsure if it was from the stranger’s touch or the fact autumn had just arrived in Australia. While the days were still scorching hot and swimming weather, the nights had started getting a chilly bite to them.

  Hemsworth, as I’d named him back at the bar, purely for the fact he looked like one of the Hemsworth brothers, covered my mouth with his, devouring me. It wasn’t in a desperate need of hunger, rushed, or frantic. It was as if he was savouring me, taking his time to get every ounce of enjoyment from it as possible. There was the right amount of need with the right amount of patience.

  “I couldn’t wait another block to do that again,” he said, pulling away just an inch.

  “I thought you said this couldn’t happen tonight?” My voice was uncharacteristically breathy.

  He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an idiot when I drink. I say crazy stupid things.”

  “You’re a guy, everything you say is probably crazy and stupid.”

  He laughed. “Ooh, man-hater, hey? I can deal with that.”

  He was exactly the type of distraction I was looking for.

  With exams weighing me down, my dad’s stupid girlfriend moving in, and the fact it’d been a year since I caught my boyfriend cheating on me and I hadn’t seen any action since, Sara convinced me what I needed was one night of reckless fun.

  It wasn’t my first one-night stand, but it was the first time with a complete stranger. And that somehow makes it so much hotter.

  So there I was, on the darkened cold street at almost one in the morning on a Thursday night, getting felt up by the hot guy I’d met in a bar. A trashy bar at that.

  I was embarrassed to admit it was probably the wildest thing I’d ever done. How sad.

  His body pressed into mine again, his mouth finding mine. One of his hands moved under the hemline of my silky top, allowing me to appreciate the feel of his rough, calloused hand on my bare skin.

  I shuddered under him, letting out an embarrassing moan as his mouth left mine and made its way to my neck.

  His hand went higher to my breast, cupping it through my bra.

  “You’re wearing way too many clothes.” His husky voice sent tingles straight to my core.

  “It’s kind of a requirement for being in public,” I managed to reply.

  A chuckle came from deep within his chest. “We can fix that.”

  He pulled away and continued walking with him somewhat pulling me along. My legs protested, their wobbly status reaching a whole new level of jelly. He was literally making me weak at the knees. Or perhaps I was drunker than I thought.

  We walked a few blocks, arriving at a small three-storey apartment block. He opened the door for me, gesturing for me to go in first.

  “It’s on the top floor, and no elevator, sorry.”

  I shrugged and started up the stairs. We made it to the second floor before I heard him curse under his breath.

  “What?” I asked, stopping to turn around to face him.

  “You better walk faster, or I’m going to take you right here. Those jeans should be illegal.”

  I smiled. Finally! I was beginning to think my lucky jeans were broken. I saw him eyeing me during our whole game of pool, and the heat behind his glare had me questioning whether we’d even finish the game before he’d whisk me away to his apartment. But then he went and turned me down, only to text right away saying he changed his mind. The dude was confusing, and any self-respecting girl probably wouldn’t have bothered. I honestly didn’t care. All I was looking for was fun. “And what would your neighbours think if we were getting busy on the steps?”

  “Hunter’s done a lot worse over the years.” He stepped up to the stair below mine, bringing us eye to eye. “Which reminds me. I should warn you about my roommate.”

  “Oh?”

  “He’s an underwear model,” he blurted out in a hurry.

/>   I couldn’t contain the laughter bubbling up inside me. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I hate telling girls that part, but I thought I’d warn you in case he’s up when we go in.”

  “Why?”

  “Really? Beautiful male underwear model versus broke cabinetmaker with calloused hands?”

  “I like rough hands,” I said, lifting his hand and taking his middle finger into my mouth.

  He let out a throaty growl as he leaned in to kiss me again, but I turned on my heel and started climbing the stairs, putting an extra wiggle in my hips with each step. I laughed at the groan coming from behind me.

  As soon as he opened his front door, he grabbed my hand again and trudged through the complete dark to the back of the small apartment, into his bedroom.

  It was basically your average guy’s room. Queen-sized bed, no headboard, and basic bedside tables. Then there was a closet and an en suite. Very nondescript, very much the typical bachelor’s pad.

  I dropped my small clutch with the tiny strap I had hanging off my shoulder and turned to find him against his shut bedroom door, watching me take in his room.

  “What?” I asked.

  Then his mouth was on mine, his arms were around me, and his hard length pressed into my stomach through his jeans. He only broke the frantic kiss to remove my top, running his hands up my sides and lifting it over my head. He then reached over his shoulders behind him to remove his shirt. My hands reflexively went to his abs, his muscles hard underneath my fingertips.

  He reached for the button of my jeans as I went for his belt, both of us breathing heavy. We shed our shoes and our jeans, and then he started backing me up to the bed, his arms around my waist.

  He gave me a gentle shove onto the bed. “Sit,” he ordered.

  My butt hit the soft comforter before he’d even finished saying the demand.

  He kneeled on the floor in front of me, running his hands up my thighs. Pushing them apart, he moved closer, putting his body in between my legs. His lips found mine again, but the kiss was slower this time. His tongue swept inside my mouth, lightly brushing against mine.