The Complete Memories Series (42 page)

“Heidi, I’m not interested.” I say blankly, watching Jen’s face transform into a vision of pure anger. Fuck me, it’s sexy.

“
One night, Bing, just one more night,” she purrs, pushing her body against me. I clench my teeth and step aside.

“
No. Fuck off, Heidi, I mean it.”

“
Heidi...” Alec says, looking over at the girls warily. “You’re better off finding another victim tonight.”

“
Victim?” she squeaks out. “How about you, handsome? Ready to ditch Lexy?”

Alec
’s lip curls in disgust. “The day I ditch her for you is the day the world ends. No, wait. In fact, I probably wouldn’t even do it then.”

I slap him on the shoulder and look over at Jen and Lexy
, and... They’re not there. Uh. Shit.

“
I really hope I didn’t just hear you hitting on Alec, Heidi, ‘cause that would be unfortunate if I did.” Lexy’s voice is cold and unfeeling. Meet cave woman Lexy. Playful as hell, but possessive to a t when it comes to her guy.

“
No, just trying to convince your brother to come home with me tonight,” Heidi smiles.

“
Not fucking likely.” Jen says in a deceptively calm voice behind her. She walks around her, standing next to me. They were never introduced when we were in a “relationship.”

“
Who the fuck are you?” Heidi eyes her with disdain.

“
I’m his girlfriend and the bitch you wish you never messed with,” Jen says in the iciest tone I’ve ever heard. Even her eyes are ice blue. Hell, she is mad. And sexy.

Way fucking sexy.

And girlfriend? Wait - what?

“
Girlfriend?” Heidi cackles. “Oh, honey, they don’t last long.”

Jen
’s eyes sweep up and down Heidi’s body, taking in the skimpy clothes, the overly large boobs, and bleach blonde hair.

She looks like she’s just been dragged under a fucking lorry and puked on by a crayola eating baby or seven.

“
Maybe not if they look like they’ve just rolled in from a brothel.” Jen smirks. “Go and find yourself a new toy to play with, honey, ‘cause you’re not having mine.”

Her lips curl in a menacing smile.
“He’ll cheat, you know. Just like he always does. He did it to me and he’ll do it to you. You’re just another girl to him, another fuck.”

I step closer
, and she flinches. “If he does cheat, then that’s my issue, but at least I’ll have more self-respect than to come running back like a desperate little hog on crack. And by the way, you’re missing half your clothes.”

“Suit yourself.” S
he tilts her chin up defiantly, but I see the fight in her eyes. She won’t leave this. She wants Bing.

So do I.

“And my outfit is designed to be this way. It’s called sexy.” She flutters her eyelashes over my shoulder at Bing. I grab her chin between my finger and thumb and snap her face back so her eyes meet mine.

“
Then sexy got lost on its way to the street corner, as did you,” I remark. “You have five seconds to remove your ass from my line of view before I do it for you.”

She obviously sees something in my face that makes her believe me because she scoots off sharpish. She still glances back at Bing though.

“We’re going to get some drinks,” Lexy says wisely, and drags a reluctant Alec with her.

Bing grabs my hand and
tugs me after him, out the back door. My back presses against the cold brick wall, and he kisses me with a passion I didn’t know he had in him. His tongue flickers across my lips before he dives inside my mouth, his hips pressing into mine. The cold wall clashes with the heat spreading through my body,

“
That,” he says in a husky voice. “Was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“
What was?” I batter my eyelashes.

“
You getting all possessive over me,” he growls into my hair. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are, Jennifer.”

I grab the collar of his shirt and yank his face towards mine.
“Did you cheat on her?”

The question shocks me and I stop.

“
Why do you care?” I ask.

“
Answer the question. Now.” That fire is back in her eyes, lighting them up in the darkness.

“
Once. Then I broke up with her,” I admit. I won’t keep secrets. Not from Jen.

Her eyes bore into mine.
“Do it to me, Samuel Edwards, and you’ll find your precious package being served for lunch on a plate in a five star fucking restaurant. Are we understood?”

I fight the smile that twitches on my lips.
“Understood, ma’am.”

S
he narrows her eyes at me, and now the anger is receding I can see she’s turned on by the heat between us.

“
I mean it, Bing. I won’t put up with your bullshit,” she warns me.

“
You won’t have to. You’re not them.” I touch her face softly. “You’re the girl they all wish they could be-”

“
But never will be because their trashy asses are still stuck at the local recycling centre?” she finishes.

“
Something like that.” I drop my eyes to her lips, and gently put my thumb on them, tracing their outline. “You said you were my girlfriend. Did you mean that?”

She smiles slyly.
“So I did.” She flattens my collar, and runs her hands down my front, letting them rest just above my buckle.

I swallow. “What happened to the making me prove it thing?”

“I believe you. I’m pretty sure I’m capable of fending off any girl that tries to come near you.”

“
In that case,” I whisper. “Romance can be fucked. We’re going back to yours.”

“
We are, are we?” She raises her eyebrows, and I press into her again, showing her that yes, we are fucking going back to her flat.

She gasps but still manages to lick her lips, sending all sorts of dirty thoughts through my mind.
“You really liked it when I got all protective on her ass, didn’t you?” she asks in a low, sensual voice I hear right in my dick.

“
You bet.” I look into her eyes, heated and needing.

“
Then you should get me home,” she whispers.

“
Why, beautiful?”

She stands on her tiptoes and pulls my ear to her mouth, her lips brushing over my skin.
“So I can show you exactly how protective and possessive I am.”

~

I shove her bedroom door shut with my foot, not taking my hands from her for a second.
Jen grabs my collar, pushing her body against mine. She grazes her teeth along my bottom lip, pulling at it slightly, and I slide my hands under her dress to cup her ass cheeks. Her fingers slip between us, undoing the buttons of my shirt. She pushes me backwards towards the bed, falling with me, her lips still on mine.

She lifts her knees to straddle me, her hands moving across my bare chest. My dick presses against her and I flex my hips, letting her know just how badly I need her right now. My tongue sweeps her mouth and she pulls away, kissing down my chest. She crawls backwards, her heels touching the floor, and her fingers hook inside the waistband of my jeans.

I prop my head up, looking at her as I breathe slightly heavily. Fuck. Is she-

She pops the button open, and presses her lips to the skin just above it. I watch her raptly as she unzips and pulls down my jeans. Her fingers brush along the length of me and I clench my teeth, shivering slightly.

“Jen, baby...”

“
Ssh,” she orders, taking my boxers off. Her hand closes around my dick, her fingers squeezing slightly, and I drop my head back, shutting my eyes. She moves her hand, twisting it and twirling it as she rubs the whole length of me.

Her lips close over the head
, and I groan as she sucks me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around as she moves her head backwards and forwards. My hand fists her hair, holding her head to me, and my hips buck with her movements. I look down at her.

Her eyes are focused on mine, and she smiles, flicking her tongue out and circling the tip of my cock slowly.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, watching as she closes her lips around me. She takes all of me, her eyes never leaving mine.

If this doesn
’t stop right now, I’m gonna finish it in the back of her throat.

I pull her from me, up my body, and flip us over. Her hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are shining. I take her dress from her shoulders, slowly sliding it down her arms and body until it
’s completely off of her. The red lacy underwear she’s wearing does nothing to help the throbbing in my dick.

I remove her bra swiftly, and she
’s breathing so hard it’s echoing off the walls. I circle her nipple with my tongue, sliding her thong down her legs at the same time. I drop down, trailing my hands across her body, and hook her thighs over my shoulders.

She gasps, and I dive my tongue inside her. She
’s ready for me, and I lick her slowly, teasing her, avoiding her clit. She wriggles on the bed, her hands fist the sheets, and she whispers pleas to me. I close my mouth over her hardened clit, sucking hard, and she cries out. I lick along her once more, and turn her to her side.

“
Bing,” she whimpers as I settle behind her.

“
Ssh,” I whisper, kissing her neck. I hold her leg up, and guide myself into her from behind. I slide into her wet tightness easily. She moans, moving her hips back into me, and her hand reaches behind my head to grab my hair. She grips it hard, arching her back as I thrust my hips into her faster.

I need to let go.

I keep kissing her neck and let go of her leg. My hand slides in front of her, my fingers finding her sensitive clit. I rub it in small circles, and she throws her head back. I pound into her, rubbing her harder, and drag my teeth along her neck, biting down softly.

Jen cries out, every muscle in he
r body tensing as her orgasm wracks her body. I grit my teeth, holding her to me, and I pump into her faster. Seconds later, I explode inside her and drop my head. She whimpers a little, and I kiss her shoulder where I bit her a little.

“
It’s... Okay,” she mutters.

I smile.
“Like it rough, babe?”

She sighs, turning her head towards mine. A small smile is teasing her lips, and even though her eyes are closed, I know its pure pleasure.
“If that’s how you do rough, then mhmm, I like it.”

I chuckle, covering her lips with mine. She kisses me back.

“No more,” she mutters. “I need sleep after that.”

I laugh, pulling out of her to get comfy. She gets up on shaky legs, crosses her room
, and grabs a towel. I grin as she wipes herself down. She walks back over to her bed, climbs in, and I tuck us under the covers, pulling her into me. Her back fits against my chest, and her legs entwine with mine, and as I breathe her in, I know.

I know right now I
’m the luckiest asshole in London, because Jennifer Mason is mine.

~

I lie on the sofa, my legs hooked over the back and my head dangling off the cushion. The weak winter sun is sneaking through the gap in my curtains, and I can imagine it glistening off the snow.

I close my eyes, scanning the park outside my flat without really seeing it. The trees stretching up into the sky with snow weighing down the branches, the white, foot step printed blanket on the ground, the empty swings moving and creaking in the gentle wind.
The green of the leaves on the bushes peeking out, the blades of grass just starting to break through the snow, the winter flowers unaffected by the cold temperatures.

I open my eyes, spin on the sofa, and jump up, heading to my room. I open my wardrobe, my eyes finding my art box at the bottom. I grab my oil paints, tuck an easel and canvas under my arm, and head back into the front room.

I set everything up, pull the curtain back, and gaze out of the window. It’s not a painting that has to be done for University – it’s a painting that needs to be done for me. I dip the brush in paint, and make the first strokes on the canvas.

The tree trunks set the tone, the brown hues dark and rough against the perfectly white canvas. Branches stretch out in every direction, gnarled and creeping.

I clean the brush. A dip in the green. The leaves, limp and lacklustre after the freezing cold weather. The bushes, barely noticeable in the area where the most snow is.

Another clean. Another dip. The red metal of the swing. Clean. Dip. The seat. Clean. Dip. The little terrier dog sniffing the ground. Clean. Dip. The owner, snuggled in a coat. Clean. Dip. The sky, peppered with white and grey clouds. Clean. Dip. The weak sun hiding partially behind one of the fir trees. Clean. Dip. The snow, settled on every surface. Clean.

A smaller brush. Dip. The minute details – the markings on the trees. The foot prints – and paw prints – in the snow. The winter berries on the bush. The tiny tips of the blades of grass poking through. The added golden hues to the sun, a warming breath ruffling my hair.

Wait.

I look up, paintbrush in hand. Bing is smiling down at me, a McDonald’s bag in his hand.

“Hello.” I smile. “When did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago.” He puts the bag down on the table behind the easel and moves closer, standing behind me. He leans over, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and kisses my jaw gently. “You looked lost in this. I didn’t wanna scare you.”

I smile slightly, focusing back on the painting. “I guess I was.”

“It’s amazing,” he says softly, and I rest the side of my head against his, shrugging one shoulder.

“It
’s… It is what it is. It’s what I see when I look out of the window.”

“I have no idea why you go to University,” he mutters, tightening his arms around me. I put the paintbrush down, grinning.

“It’s because you go to work, so obviously I need something to fill my days so I don’t go crazy waiting for you to come and see me.” I put all the sarcasm in my body into that sentence, and he chuckles.

“That must be it.”

“Did you bring me food?”

“No, I
’m stupid enough to come to your place with it and not bring you any.”

“Well, I was just checking, I mean, you never know, do you?” I stick my tongue out, smiling cheekily at him.

He loosens his grip, lifting me out of the chair. I squeak.

“I thought we already established I
’m smart.” He kisses the back of my neck, causing little tremors to run down my spine. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“I thought I was with you?”

Bing runs his hands down my sides, following the natural curve of my body. They cup my hips for a second before travelling back to my stomach and resting there.

“You could be,” he says against my ear. “How about we just go with we
’re with each other?”

“That sounds good too.” I squirm in his hold, eyeing the bag of food. “Okay. I
’m hungry. What’s the time?”

“Half four.” He kisses my head and lets me go.

“It’s half four?” I step away, turning to look at him with my eyebrows raised.

He smirks. “Check your clock if you don
’t believe me, Jennifer.”

“I
’ll do just that, Samuel.” I poke my tongue out at him and stalk into the kitchen, swiping the paper bag of food from the side.

He
’s right – the small clock on the microwave reads half past four. I must have been sat painting for hours. Literally, hours. I glance over my shoulder at the canvas. It was worth it – and I know Mum and Dad will feel the same.

The McDonald
’s bag is full with food – Bing’s obviously large meal, my medium cheeseburger one, and those cheesy melt things I like. My stomach rumbles.

“How did you know to get the cheesy melts?” I can
’t help the smile on my face.

One side of his mouth curls up. “Lexy. I asked her what you like.”

I eye the drinks on the kitchen counter that I didn’t notice before. “And in there?”

“A strawberry milkshake.” He beams, clearly proud of himself.

“You’re pretty smart.” I skip over to him and kiss him lightly. He grabs me, his hands resting on my lower back, and mine press to his chest. He sucks my bottom lip, massaging it gently, and I feel it in the tugs in my lower stomach. Last night flashes back to me, the needy way he held me, the way he moved…

“Okay,” I breathe, feeling the temperature of the room rise about one hundred degrees. “I need food.” Hot eyes look down at me, and I nod once, moving away. “Yep. I need food. A lot of food.”