The Complete Memories Series (37 page)

I hand Dad the file he wanted and turn back outside. Covering for Alec is dull, and I have no idea how he puts up with this.

“
Everything alright, Sam?” Dad asks.

“
Fine,” I reply.

“
Doesn’t seem it.”

“
What would you do if Mum had been with someone when you knew you wanted her?”

“
What do you mean?”

I turn and lean against the door.
“There’s the girl, but she’s with some guy, and has been for a while. Thing is, you have this insane need to be near her all the time, despite your reputation for something you couldn’t give two craps about anymore. What would you do? Would you sit by and wait, or would you convince her she’s with the wrong guy?”

“
This isn’t a hypothetical question, is it, son?”

“
I’m not sure.”

Dad scratches his chin.
“I’d let her know you’re interested. That way, she has to make the move.”

“
What if you already have?” I stopped Jen from kissing me.
I
stopped
her
. “Shit.”

Dad looks at me questioningly.

“I may have kissed her, or rather, she kissed me, and I stopped it. Oh, man. She probably thinks I don’t give a shit!”

He looks back down and flicks through the file. Of course. I
’m finally coming to him for female advice, and he’s set on work. Typical.

“
Take the evening off, you’ve done well today, Sam. Arthur and I can sort the last properties. Go and sort what you need to.”

“
For real?”

“
For real,” Dad smiles. “Just for God sake, don’t bring your sorry butt back in here until you’ve got Jen on your arm.”

I double-take.
“How did you… Y’know what? Never mind.”

Dad laughs loudly. I wink, salute him, and tear out of that office like my ass is on fire.

He thinks I
’m still with Carl.

No-one has told him otherwise, and I don
’t think he cares enough except to get into my little lacy panties. The ones with the bows.

I don
’t know what to think of it. Does it mean he respects me enough to not sleep with me when I’m in a relationship? Or is it respect for Carl?

Either way, I spent all night thinking it over, and came to the conclusion that Bing just wants in my pants. It
’s okay, because I want in his too. Regardless of his old reputation.

Apparently old reputation. Do I believe it? Eh. About as much as I
’d believe a pregnant woman telling me she’s a virgin. Bing doesn’t do celibate and apart from a four month relationship last year, he doesn’t do them either.

Not that he necessarily does fidelity. He
’s about as faithful as a rabbit in mating season bonking their way round the rabbit hole.

So... Sex is good. The best way to get over someone is to get under them, right? Maybe I just need to man up... Yikes. I don
’t want a penis
. Ahem
. Maybe I just need to woman up, and woman handle him into my bedroom.

Yes. We can go for that. We
’ll get together, leave emotion at the door, and have a good old spring bounce on the bed. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

~

People are exes for a reason, and when I look into the pleading puppy dog eyes of my ex, Heidi, I wonder why the fuck she was ever in the position to become an ex in the first place.

“No.” I say flatly. “I have a place to be.”

“
Bing, please, we were so good together.” She tries to trail a finger down my arm and my skin crawls at the thought.

“
Still no.” I move away from her. “Bye, Heidi.”

“
Bing! I forgive you, you know. I don’t care if you cheated.”

Jesus Christ, is she fucking stupid?

“Heidi, listen. I didn’t give a shit six months ago, I don’t give a shit today, and I probably won’t tomorrow either. Do yourself a favour and stop making a fool of yourself.” I leave without looking, and ask myself why I have.

That there, my friends, was sex on a plate. With a fucking birthday candle and sprinkles.

It was also as ugly as hell. What have I been doing my whole life?

‘
Maybe you should find a nice girl to settle down with
,’ Grammy said before she died. Good logic, not enough execution.

Here
’s the thing; the girls I sleep with are nice enough, they give me what I want, and most of them leave without a fuss. I’m mildly, if not highly attracted to them. Sometimes, if I like them enough, I’ll have another go.

I liked Heidi enough to stick around for three months, and become
‘exclusive’ before my dick developed its own brain, and ran after the next girl with a half decent pair of tits. I ended the ‘relationship’ not long after. I might be a prick but I’m not a serial cheater and I won’t lie about it.

But still - Heidi offered me sex the way you
’d offer your Gran a cup of tea. I still said no. I wouldn’t even consider it. My brain can’t consider it.

I pull up outside my house
and decide to call my sister. Unlocking the door, I wrestle my phone from my pocket and speed dial her.

“
Something serious must be wrong if you’re calling me willingly,” Lexy muses as soon as she answers.

“
I just got accosted by my ex-girlfriend,” I grumble. “That’s pretty serious.”

“
Oh no,” she says in a flat voice. “However did you cope having a busty babe rubbing her plastic chest against you?”

“
No need to be a bitch. It was hell. I think I’m scarred for life.”

“
I’m sure you’ll live.”

I grunt and rub my face.
“I have a question.”

“
Go on...” she says suspiciously. My sister, always the sceptic.

“
Why did Jen come back early?”

“
You don’t know?”

“
If I knew, would I be fucking asking?”

“
Bing, are you honestly telling me you
still
don’t know why she went back so early?” Lexy says, slightly incredulous.

“
Of course I am!” I try not to shout. “I asked her in Devon, but she told me not to push it. Oh, and she insulted me several times.”

“
Oh, boy.” She laughs. “Well, she and Carl broke up.”

“
What?” I stop dead in my tracks. “They what?”

“
They broke up,” she repeats. “They weren’t getting along so they called it a day. I think they’re both happier now.”

That explains a lot. Namely the kiss she planted on me yesterday.

“So she’s single?” I ask.

“
Well, yeah... Bing? Bing, what are you doing?!”

“
Gotta go sis love you bye!” I hang up and slide my phone back into my pocket, pulling my trainers on at the same time. “Shit shit fuck
shit
!”

I run from the house, get into my car, and head for Jen
’s. Stopping at a red light, I grab my phone, set up hands free, and call her.

“
What?” she answers. “I don’t have time...”

“
Why didn’t you tell me you and Carl broke up?” I demand, barely keeping to the speed limit.

“
Uh, maybe because it’s absolutely, positively nothing to do with your nosey butt?” she answers.

“
It’s something to do with me when you kiss me in the middle of the park.”

“
Oh. Hm. Good point,” she says warily.

“
You better be at yours,” I warn her.

“
What if I’m not?”

“
Then you get your ass home.”

“
I’m home,” she pauses. “Why are you coming here?”

“
Answer the door in about thirty seconds and you’ll find out.” I park outside her building, hang up, and take the stairs two at a time.

Knock. Knock.

The door opens and before she can even raise her eyebrows, my hands are on the sides of her head and my lips are on hers.

Bing’s hands frame my face as he kisses me hard, his tongue tracing between my lips. I squeak in shock, grabbing his shirt so I don’t fall backwards.

He pushes me in
and kicks the door shut, one hand moving to my back and holding me against flush against his body. I slide my hands up his chest and grip his neck when he slips his tongue into my mouth. He hoists me up by the waist and carries me into the living room before dropping me on the sofa. He settles between my legs, still holding me, and pulls back from me slightly.

Mocha coloured eyes bore into mine as I try to control my breathing.

“Hello to you too. Come on in,” I comment, my blood thundering through my body.

“
Why didn’t you tell me, Jen?” he asks softly.

“
I didn’t think you’d care.”

Bing opens his mouth and closes it again. He shakes his head slightly.

“What? Why would you care?” I ask. He rests his hand against my cheek, and his thumb strokes slowly across my flushed cheek.

“
Oh, you annoying little berk. Where you’re concerned, I always care. Always have.” His lips press against mine, softly this time, and I sigh.

“
You stole my word.”

“
And?” His eyes twinkle in amusement.

“
What is this?” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

“
I’m doing what I should have done two weeks ago, Jennifer,” he whispers back, kissing the corner of my mouth. I turn my head to kiss him properly, all my fight leaving me the second he holds me tighter. My fingers snake upwards into his hair, and my legs hook round his waist to hold him where he is, in front of me. I can’t deny that I want him, and I can’t fight the damn want anymore.

“
You only get this option because I care about how you feel.” Bing nibbles up my ear. “Tell me to stop.”

I take a deep breath in.
“No.”

“
No?” He looks at me. “You don’t want me to stop?”

“
I don’t want you to stop. As long as it’s you making me feel this way, I never want you to stop.”

I see him take a deep breath in
, and then I’m up, in his arms, and he’s carrying me.

He kisses me
and shoves my bedroom door open. I kick the door shut behind us and we fall back onto my bed, tongues mingling.

I tug at the collar of his shirt
, and he chuckles.

“
Someone’s eager.” He kisses down my neck, dragging his lips across my skin.

“
Don’t make sex difficult like you do everything else, Bing.” I breathe out the words, and tug again, the top bunching in my hands. I pull it clear over his head and fling it on the floor. My hands move down his back, my nails lightly scraping his skin. He sucks the spot between my neck and shoulder as my fingers follow every indent and dimple in his skin.

“
Don’t do that.” His voice is husky.

“
Do what?” I ask as his hands roam shamelessly, desperately, needing, over my body, stroking and probing with his fingers.

“
That moany noise,” he slides his hands under my top. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you making that noise with me.”

His thumb brushes the underside of my
breast. I bite my tongue, fighting the moan that wants to escape, and I pull him closer to me.

“
Fuck, fuck it,” he groans, and rips off my top. He hooks his fingers in my pyjama bottoms, and slides them off in a smooth motion before he moves his mouth back to me, swirling his tongue across my chest.

I gasp
, and push my hips up into him. His hand massages my centre, and he slides a finger inside me, groaning against my skin. A sharp moan leaves my mouth, and I can feel Bing smile as he kisses his way back to my mouth.

“
Like that, huh?” he nibbles my ear again.

“
Shut up,” I mumble, running my nose across his shoulder. He moves down my body, his tongue swirling. His hands slide around behind me, holding my ass, and he draws circles around my belly button. My body jerks, and my legs tug at his jeans.

Bing takes his hands from me, pulls them off, and runs his fingers up my calves.
He kisses up the inside of my thigh, and I hold my breath when his lips graze my tender flesh. He flicks his tongue out once, twice, three times, and I clench all my muscles. His name leaves my mouth as he sucks gently on me, my lower stomach tightening.

He licks a trail
back up from my hips to my neck, and lowers himself against me. I wrap my hand around him and guide him, pushing his tip in.

“
You’re so impatient.”

“
I’ll show you fucking impatient.” I dig my heels into his bum and push him into me with one thrust. I grip his back, and he grunts.

“
Yep.” He slides out, then back into me, and I move with him. “Jesus, Jen.”

I tighten the muscles, squee
zing him. Sweat slicks our bodies as he picks up the pace. My back arches. Skin slides against skin. Lips drop kisses. Tongues sweep. Muscles clench. Eyelids flutter. Fingers grip. Holds tighten. Breathing becomes panting. Panting becomes crying out.

A year of tension becomes release.

Bing slumps onto me, and kisses me gently. Grabbing my quilt, he rolls us to the side and snuggles us under it. I’m tucked into his chest, my head is resting against his shoulder, and our legs are tangled. He kisses my head, and I shiver.

“
What is it, gorgeous?”

“
I just... Nothing.” I smile against his skin, relaxed, and close my eyes.