Free More Than a Memory by Marie James Page A

fast, and I miss his touch immediately. My appetite gone, I lean forward and place my half-eaten plate of food on the coffee table, the idea of hiding away in my room sounding better by the second.
    “Nope,” Bryson says. Picking up my plate, he puts it back on my lap and points to the pile of broccoli. “None of that. Only those in the Slytherin house refuse to eat their vegetables. You’re not Slytherin, are you?”
    I grin at his silliness. “Hufflepuff all the way.”
    I pop a chunk of food in my mouth.
    “That’s what I thought.”
    My mood lightens immediately. Bryson has a way of making me smile, even when I don’t want to, even when I want to wallow in self-pity and sleep all day. Maybe my mother was right. Maybe having him around isn’t so bad after all.
    “The books are so much better than the movies,” I tell him.
    “These movies are cinematic gold, Liv. There’s nothing better than the movies.”
    “Have you read them?” I look over at him, wishing he would put his shirt back on. He kills my concentration.
    “Reading’s not really my thing,” he admits with a shrug.
    “Everyone has read the Potter series, Bryson. You’re not human if you haven’t.”
    “I guess I’m an alien then,” he says with a grin.
    “I guess that’s why you’re inhumanly fit.” I cringe at my words, but all he does is wink at me before turning his attention back to the movie.
    We spend the next four hours in front of the TV, arguing over whether Harry should have ended up in Slytherin rather than Gryffindor. I side with his original house, but Bryson held his own, insisting anyone who can speak to snakes is evil, which I couldn’t argue with.
    Chinese food turns into popcorn, and my sad mood from earlier turns into smiles and belly laughs.
    When my phone alarm goes off, Bryson stops the movie.
    Just as I’m about to tell him to turn it back on, he stands from the couch.
    “Duncan time,” he declares before walking to his room.
    I clean the living room quickly and head to my room as well.
    With a smile on my face, I log on to my laptop.
    The glint in Duncan’s eyes makes my body tremble.
    “Hey, sweet cheeks. I have an idea for tonight. You may want to grab your little toy for this.”

Chapter 12
Bryson
    I grab some clothes from my dresser and shove the drawer shut, growling out a frustrated breath. Talk about ruining a great night. Her phone goes off at the same time every night, and I should’ve paid more attention to the clock, but time just slipped away. We were actually having a good time, joking, and then that boyfriend of hers, who has her on one hell of a strict schedule, had to rear his ugly head in the form of an alarm.
    I head to the shower, wondering why I’m so irritated by this. Normally, I’d shower right after working out, but the sight of her sitting on the couch in those short ass shorts kept me from my routine. I’m not complaining one bit, but the hit on my mood becomes too obvious.
    By the time I make it back out into the hallway, I hear his voice coming from the other side of the door, but it’s the buzzing sound and faint moan that stops me in my tracks. I lean in closer, certain she’s not in there doing what my mind automatically assumes.
    “That’s right, sweet cheeks. I see how wet you get for me. Even on video, I see that tight pussy glistening.”
    She releases a breathy moan and my cock stiffens at the sound. I picture her laid out on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers working over her slick, needy flesh. I hate that he’s seeing her when I’m only a few feet away, willing and able to give her everything she’s wanting from him.
    “Duncan,” she pants.
    “No talking, Ollie. Just feel me.”
    Her moans deepen, drowning out the sound of her buzzing toy. My cock responds to her throaty whimpers by flexing, throbbing, and begging for attention.
    I grip my dick, stroking over the fabric of my basketball shorts, giving it the attention it demands.
    “Damn,” Duncan and