Always Remember

slowly as his lips find mine-
    “Who the fuck is at my door?” I growl as my doorbell rings insistently.
    “Ignore them.”
    The doorbell goes several more times, and I sigh. “That would be your sister,” I tell him, kissing him soundly. He mutters a curse at Lexy under his breath, rolling off of me.
    I climb from my bed and cross the room to my dressing gown. Bing whistles long and low, and I glance over my shoulder with a small amused smile. I snatch my gown and wrap it around my body, pulling the door open.
    “I preferred the other view!” he yells. I stick my middle finger at him and walk backwards.
    I grab my keys from the side and unlock the door, yanking it open. Lexy’s eyes travel up and down me, taking in my gown, and finally meet mine.
    “I ’m sorry, I’m not exactly dressed for early morning visitors,” I say dryly. “I wasn’t expecting a dawn wake up call.”
    “It ’s not dawn. It’s eight a.m.” She pushes past me.
    “What are you, a freaking cockerel?” I push the door shut and pad across the kitchen to my kettle. I need coffee.
    And if I’m willing to drink coffee, you know I had a damn good night. Wink wink.
    “No need for me to be one,” she retorts. “Considering Bing never made it home last night, I ’d say there’s more than enough cock in the flat.”
    I rest my forehead against a cupboard door, shaking slightly with laughter.
    “I heard that!” Bing shouts from my room. “Watch it, baby sis!”
    “Good morning, brother, dear.” Lexy grins, leaning back against the counter as a now-dressed Bing emerges from my room.
    “It would have been had you not showed up,” he throws at her, winking at me.
    Lexy purses her lips. “Well, Jen has to get to Uni in a few hours, so you’re gonna have to save it for later.”
    “Or you could leave and come back in a few hours, and I ’ll finish what I was just starting.”
    I hand him a cup. “Shush, gobshite.” I turn to Lexy and hand her a cup. “You, shush, too.” I take my own cup and sip the coffee.
    This stuff tastes like b anana peel dipped in wax crayon with a hint of sugar mixed in.
    “That ’s not what you were saying ten minutes ago.” Bing slides next to me on the counter, and I elbow him.
    “Do you like my bed, Samuel?” I look up at him sternly.
    His eyes twinkle with a mischievous spark. “Fuckin’ right I do, Jennifer.”
    I put my finger against his lips. “Then I suggest you shut your piehole, or the only person sleeping in my bed for the foreseeable future will be me. And me alone. ”
    “You don ’t mean that.”
    “Don ’t be so sure,” Lexy says with amusement.
    “Samuel, you buffoon, Ann Summers is just down the road from me, and I have no problems paying them a little visit.” I raise my eyebrows, and he visibly swallows. “So yes, I would do that.”
    Lexy snickers and walks into my front room, sitting on the sofa and turning the television on.
    “If you ’re gonna do that,” Bing whispers lowly. “Then I absolutely want to be in your bed with you.”
    “That ’s kinda kinky.” My lips quirk. “Who knew?”
    He leans forward and drops a kiss to my lips. “Don ’t tempt me, Jennifer, or I will kick my sister out of your flat and show you the fucking definition of the word kinky.”
    I lick my lips slowly. “Then it ’s a shame I like you right now, isn’t it?” I move towards the sofa and hear him grumble to himself. I grin.
    I will never, ever get tired of winding him up.

Chapter Thirteen

BING

    “If I didn ’t know better, I’d say you were a fuckin’ girl, Mitch.” I laugh and wipe my sleeve across my forehead. “You have Saturday night planned?”
    “Beer. Red. Beer.” He shrugs, hammering some nails into the wall. “I thought it was pretty simple.”
    “Oh, and I wonder why we have to go to Red. Nothing to do with the fact Saph will be out.” I smirk wryly at him.
    “Nope,” he snaps. “Just wanna get out, and since you won’t be attached to Jen’s naked body this weekend, I thought we could have a night like we used to. Y’know, all boys.”
    “Yeah, yeah. When you got it, mate, you got it. I most definitely have it.” I check my watch. “ Talkin’ of Jen, I gotta go meet her.” I drop my tools by the bar, giving Mitch a playful punch on the shoulder as I leave.
    “Twat!” He yells after me. I laugh, practically sliding down the banister. I wink at Saph, grab my coat, and step out into the slightly warmer air. Since the snow