Always Remember (Memories #2)(5)
Author: Emma Hart

U win. U going out tonight?

Wasn’t going to. Who’s out?

I know Saph is out with us.

Get her to ring me and I’ll see.

I shoot a quick message off to Mitch telling him to tell Saph to ring Jen. Too many tellings, and I’m still as hard as a f**king rock. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and head towards the shower, doing whatever I can to keep that blonde bombshell off my sexually inclined mind.

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My eyes scour the club as I lean by the bar with Mitch, pint in hand. As usual, there are a million girls in here tonight. And, as usual, I only give a crap about one.

Said girl is looking so hot in the little black dress and pink heels she’s wearing that she should come with a warning.

Warning; erection guaranteed.

I bring the glass to my lips, watching as she moves her body to the beat of the music, her hips swaying round tantalisingly. Her body undulates, her curves move like they’re made of liquid, the fluidity begging me to touch.

I clench my free hand and try to focus on something, on anything other than her.

When the song ends, Jen and Saph come bounding up to us. Jen’s cheeks are flushed from dancing, her eyes shining. What would she look like if I was the cause of that? Would she still have that bead of sweat dripping down her neck and running teasingly into her cle**age? Holy…

“Squashed frogs! Two!” Saph yells at the bartender. Despite how busy it is, Saph gets served immediately. Some people would say it’s the bright red hair piled on top of her head, the watermelons attached to her chest, or the legs that go on forever. In reality, it’s because Red belongs to her Daddy.

And Saph is nothing if not a Daddy’s girl.

“To freedom!” Saph toasts, and both her and Jen sink the yellow, red and green shots. Jen wrinkles her face up and does a little shiver, making me smile.

Well, if that ain’t cute, then I’m f**ked as to what is.

“Nice?” I ask as she leans on the bar next to me.

“Not particularly.” She smacks her lips together. “But it does the job.”

“The job being what?” I lean in closer to her and she laughs, slightly bitterly.

“To forget, for just one night.” She gazes at the bottles behind the bar. “To just be Jen without all the f**kery doo.”

“And what, can I ask, is f**kery doo?” I try to hide my smile, but she glances at me and grins. She drops her face down and her shoulders shake.

“I have no idea,” she admits with a small shrug. “It sounded good at the time.”

“Hey, Joe!” I shout to the bartender. “Can Jen get a drink?”

“What do you need, gorg?” Joe calls over.

“Hmmm.” Jen scans the bottles. “You know what, handsome? Give it to me hard.”

“Sounds like an offer you can’t refuse, Joe!” Mitch laughs.

Joe winks and picks up and empty cocktail shaker. “Okay, Jenny baby, you asked for it. I’ll give it to you hard.”

Jen smiles her most charming smile at him, and it’s a damn good job Joe is g*y.

If the guy wasn’t, that cocktail shaker would be shoved so far up his f**king ass it’d be coming out of his ears.

I watch as he mixes vodka, Malibu, cherry sourz, advocaat, Sambuca, and a dash of Martini. He finishes with a dash of lemon juice and a couple squirts of lemonade. I suck in a breath as the odd coloured drink is poured into a fresh glass and set in front of her.

“Joe, you know I love you, but what is this crap?” Jen picks up the glass. “It looks like a cross between cats piss and goblin snot.”

“Triple O by Joe.” Mitch nods his head. “Every time.”

‘‘Triple O by Joe?” Jen questions, looking between us.

I grin like the Cheshire cat and crook my finger, motioning for her to come closer. I smoothly push her hair away from her ear, and put my mouth close to it. “It’s rumoured that Triple O by Joe is the best drink to get if you’re gonna get some. The mix of the spirits heightens your senses and relaxes you, so much so that when you do get your way you’ll have three explosive orgasms that toss you into oblivion.”

Her chest rises and falls as she takes a deep breath, and I can almost hear her heart pounding over the music in the club. I look at the smooth skin on her neck, and the temptation to touch my lips to her pulse point to see if her heart is beating as fast as I think it is almost takes over. I exhale hard, letting my breath travel over her bare skin, and she shivers.

JEN

Bing’s low, husky voice sends tremors through my body in an intense, primal way I haven’t felt in a long time. And it isn’t just because of the crazy froggy shots I’ve been throwing back all night.

And it isn’t just his voice. It’s the way he says it – the inflections he adds in that makes it both threatening and exciting at the same time. It’s a promise woven into a seductive statement that makes me want to rip my knickers off right here, right now.

I’m single. Being single means inhibitions can be thrown out the window, and that’s what I want to do right now. I want to throw them all away, turn my face to the side, and finish what we almost started more than a year ago.

Because I need to get him out of my system.

His breath is hot on my ear, and I turn my face slightly towards him. “Is that so?” I ask.

“Mhmm…” He nearly moans it out, causing my heart to pound, and oh for the love of all things shitfaced, someone get me some ice so I can go and cool the f**k down.

“Well, then.” I smile slightly, and look up at his mocha eyes between my lashes. “I’m not likely to get any tonight, but I’m still gonna drink it. Maybe Saph will join me.” I spy my bright red haired friend rolling her eyes at Mitch.

“Oi, boobs!” I yell.

“What?” She looks over Mitch’s shoulder.

“Come and have a Triple O with me?” I waggle my eyebrows playfully, and I’ve drawn the attention of guys around us. Bing tenses next to me, and as I step closer to Saph, he steps with me.

“I’ll Triple O with you any day, girl!” Saph claps her hands, and Joe pours another drink from the shaker, barely stopping to think. He places it on the bar and Saph sniffs it.

“What in the hell is in this?” She raises her eyebrows. “Smells like a brothel.”

“Know what?” I shrug. “It’s a whole lotta shit we probably shouldn’t down in one go, but who gives a crap? Let’s do this!”

We clink the glasses and drink them in one. Alcohol burns the back of my throat, lining it with a roaring fire as it settles into a comfortable warmth in the pit of my belly.