Free Always Remember (Memories) by Emma Hart

If my sister and her boyfriend weren ’t here, I’d take this girl on the rug, romance be fucking damned.
    Her mouth twitches as she hides a smile. She ’s doing this deliberately, and it’s working. She knows it. Okay, then, gorgeous, we’ll have it your way.
    “ Is it hot in here?” I ask no-one in particular. Alec smirks like he can read my mind.
    I put the beer bottle on the table next to me , and pull my shirt off. The smile drops from Jen’s lips, and she licks them again. Her eyes travel slowly over my torso and I see that spark of desire flare deep in them. Her come and fuck me eyes.
    “ If it wasn’t before, it is now,” Lexy mutters as she looks between us. “It’s like mating time at the zoo.”
    “ Fitting.” I smirk at Jen. “Cause there’s at least one animal here.”
    Her mouth drops open , and she glares at me playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know just how animal like I can be?”
    “ Oh hell.” Lexy covers her ears, and Alec chuckles.
    “ Here, kitty, kitty,” I crook my fingers.
    “ Be careful there, Samuel.” Her eyes flash again, both a seductive warning and a promise. “Or my tiger claws will come out.”
    I sit back , and pick my beer back up, taking a slow drink. Jen mimics my movement, bringing her glass to those perfectly shaped lips.
    “ What would you do if I told you I like your tiger claws?”
    She swings her legs round, leans into me , and tugs my face down her. “Maybe,” she whispers. “…Maybe I’d tell you to get your coat, we’re leaving.”
    Holy... I adjust the way I ’m sitting to hide the way my dick took that as an open invitation to stand to attention.
    “ Is that so?” I reply in a low voice.
    “ Yes.” She trails her finger down my arm, and leans back. “But, unfortunately, today isn’t your day, and tomorrow isn’t looking all that promising either.”
    She downs the rest of her wine and stands, winking at me. A giggling Lexy follows an ass wiggling Jen into the kitchen , and I breathe in deeply.
    Alec looks at me sympathetically. “Cards and flowers, mate, cards and flowers.”
    Fucking romance.
     

Chapter Seven
     

JEN
     
     
    A knock on my door wakes me up. Who in their right mind is knocking on my goddamn door at eight in the morning? Do they not know they’re about to step into the devil’s lair?
    Grumbling under my breath, I grab my robe and wrap it around me. My feet slide into my slippers and I pad my way across my flat.
    “Who is it?” I call out. No answer. “God sake,” I mutter.
    I twist the key, unlocking the door. Then my brain goes mushy. Incoherent sentence kinda mushy.
    Bing is stood against the wall opposite my door, looking perfect in dark jeans, a white jumper, and his messy hair. But that ’s not what renders me speechless. It’s the bunch of red roses in his hand.
    “ What are you doing?” I can’t help the smile that breaks onto my face.
    He shrugs one shoulder. “You said romance, right? I figured roses were a good way to go.”
    He steps towards me, and I take the flowers. The bright red petals draw my attention and I look down at them in awe. Who knew Bing was so thoughtful?
    “This is what you were speaking to Alec about, isn’t it?” I smirk.
    “ Maybe. But the flowers were all my idea.” He grins lopsidedly.
    I trace a finger along one of the flowers, following the line with my eyes. “They’re perfect, thank you.”
    Bing moves his hand upwards, brushing some hair away from my brow. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. I raise my eyes to his.
    “Of course,” he replies. “You can’t give perfect anything less than perfection itself.”
    “ Who the heck gave you the mushy-wushy pills this morning?” I giggle.
    “ No-one, just doing the same as I always do.” He grins. “Just tellin’ it how I see it.”
    I shake my head, a small smile on my lips. “Don’t suppose you bought the vase, did you?”
    “ You don’t have one?”
    “ Meh... Why would I have a vase? I don’t