More Than a Memory by Marie James

I grunt, placing the bar back on the rack.
    “Yeah. You look like you’re in the mood for class.”
    He has a good point. I tried focusing on getting the assignment I flaked on while watching movies with Olivia done earlier, but I couldn’t concentrate, so there’s really no point in showing up emptyhanded.
    “I’ll meet you there. I have to shower.”
    “I’ll wait,” he says, sitting on one of the weight benches. “My truck has a flat, and it’s too fucking hot to try to change that fucker right now.”
    “Give me ten,” I tell him, grabbing my bag and walking to the showers.
    Twenty minutes later, we’re walking through the door to Cody’s. I haven’t been here yet, but I’ve heard of the place from a few of the guys on the team. It’s more crowded than I expected it to be on a Monday evening, but the noise and people milling around keeps me from focusing on my bad mood.
    We start with a few shots, and I know I’ll be walking home before the night is over. I’m nursing a beer when Simone shows up with an easy-to-read look in her eyes.
    She wraps her arm around my shoulder. “Hey there, handsome. You look like you could use some company.”
    “I’m not sure he’s in the mood, honey,” Liam says from the other side of the small pub-style table.
    I smirk at him. He’s got it all wrong. The anticipation of easy pussy always puts me in a better mood.
    “What can I do to lighten your mood?” she asks, leaning in closer to my ear. “I bet you wouldn’t turn down my mouth, would you?”
    I grin at her. “I still haven’t had your pussy.”
    She bites the corner of her red lip. “We could easily remedy that, handsome.”
    “That so?”
    Nodding, she runs her hand up my thigh, and my cock twitches at the invite.
    “Jesus, Simone. At least wait until he’s home before you whip his dick out,” Liam says.
    Ignoring him, she nips at my ear and grabs my cock.
    “I can’t drive,” I tell her, angling my beer toward the row of empty shot glasses.
    “Easy fix, baby. I rode with a friend and haven’t touched a drop.”
    I stand with her still plastered to my side, reach into my back pocket, pull out some cash, and toss it on the table.
    “Later,” I say to Liam with a grin.
    “Double bag that shit, man,” are his parting words as we leave the bar.
    For a woman in heels, Simone drives my truck like an expert, making it to the apartment in record time. It may be a little vindictive on my part, but I’m glad Olivia is sitting on the couch watching TV when we show up. She doesn’t seem surprised when we stroll in, arm in arm. Her eyes dull and the corners of her mouth turn down slightly at the sight of us, disappointment clear as day.
    “Hey,” I say with a nod as we walk past.
    She doesn’t look at me, but I can’t help but notice the twitch in her jaw as she continues to stare at the TV.
    Too bad you have a boyfriend. I’d rather be fucking you.
    Simone hits her knees and has my cock down her throat within thirty seconds of the door closing us into my room.
    “Fuck,” I groan, not holding back. I may have been considerate Saturday night, but it’s open season now.
    After I come down her throat, I’m ready to fuck five minutes later. I don’t even try to muffle the sound of the headboard when I start pounding into her.

Chapter 13
Olivia
    T alk about ups and downs . I shouldn’t let Bryson and his plaything bother me, but hearing them last night was brutal. Monday started out great and somehow ended up being one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time. Even headphones and the pillow over my head didn’t work. I don’t know why I expected it to when it didn’t come close to drowning out the sounds of Bryson and that girl together the first time he brought her home. It went on for hours. Just when I thought he was done, and they would finally pass out, they started all over again. Her moans this time were real; not any of that fake shit from the other day.
    Jealousy and unwanted