The Ex Games 2
The Ex Games
Part II
J. S. Cooper and Helen Cooper
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2013 by J. S. Cooper and Helen Cooper
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
My hands gripped the table as Priscilla left the room. I stared at her retreating back with hate. I knew she was going to be a bitch as soon as I had seen her and now, now I knew I had been right. Her words kept spinning in my head, fiancée, fiancée, fiancée. Brandon had a fiancée? I wanted to slap myself for being so stupid, so young and naïve still. I couldn’t believe I had actually believed he had been referencing me when he talked about not living alone for much longer. I wanted to laugh and to cry at the same time. Idiot! I was an idiot. And all I wanted to do was run out of the building and never come back.
I knew as soon as he reentered the room, because the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention and my body froze as if sensing some impending attack. He slid into the seat next to me and I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” I glared at him.
“That’s a first.” He raised an eyebrow at me, mocking me with his gaze.
“You have a fiancée.” I tried to sound calm and not as if I was about to lose it.
“And that’s a fact?”
“According to Priscilla, it is.” I studied his face hoping to God that she had been wrong.
“What did I tell you about listening to other people?” He sat back and gazed into my eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from searching for the answers in the bottomless blue ocean that was his soul. “Remember, Katie. What did I tell you the last time someone told you something about me?” His tone was soothing and for a moment it as if he were my Brandon again, the man I loved, and more importantly the man who loved me. As I stared into his eyes, I remembered the day he had told me to not listen to other people.
“What’s wrong, poppet?” Brandon stared at me curled up on the couch, crying, and walked over to me quickly.
“Nothing,” I gulped, blowing my nose on my sleeve. I looked up through wet eyelashes and tried to smile. “Are those for me?”
“Yes,” he nodded as he frowned. “A guy was selling roses on the street so I got you some. I’m sorry I’m home a bit late tonight, work has been crazy.”
“It’s okay.” I turned my face away from his as tears threatened to fall again.
“Katie, my love. What’s wrong?” He sat on the couch and pulled my face towards him. “And don’t tell me nothing, I can see from your tears that you’ve been crying.”
“Are you cheating on me?” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“What?” He had an incredulous look on his face and I stared into his eyes to see if he looked guilty.
“Are you seeing another woman?” I bit my lower lip and played with the bottom of my shirt.
“What are you talking about, Katie?” He shook his head. “Where is this coming from?”
“I got a phone call.” I sobbed now, unable to hold it in. “Some lady told me that you were going to be late home tonight because you were going to be fucking her.”
“What?” He looked at me in confusion and I wondered if he had ever taken acting classes. “When did this happen? And do you have her number?”
“You don’t have caller ID on the home phone.” I sobbed. “And star 69 didn’t work.”
“Oh, she called the landline?” He sighed. “Not your cell?”
“Yes,” I nodded as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the tears away from my eyes.
“Oh, Katie.” He pulled my chin up to look at him. “I’m not cheating on you. I would never cheat on you. I love you.”
“So who was that woman?” I still looked at him accusingly, though my tears were starting to dry up.
“Most probably one of my exes.” He sighed and shook his head in thought. “You know I’ve not been a monk. I’ve dated a lot of women in my life. And many of them wanted more than sex.”
“So why didn’t you give it to them?” I retorted, jealousy tearing through my soul as I thought about him with other women.
“Because none of them meant anything to me.” His eyes pierced into mine and he just stared at me for what seemed like hours. Finally he spoke again. “You have to know that none of them meant anything to me.”
“But you were engaged once.” I bit my lower lip, unable to stop myself from bringing up that last point. I wanted to be his everything. The only one he’d ever loved, but he’d been engaged before and I couldn’t ignore that. “You must have loved her if you wanted to marry her.”
“I was young.” He sighed and caressed my cheek. “I was 19 and thought the world began and ended with Maria.”
I blanched at his words and he grabbed my hands. “But it didn’t. I was wrong. When we’re young we think that love is this big grand emotion that will consume us for the rest of our lives. That’s what young love is. That’s first love. That’s why it feels so good and hurts so bad.”
“Do you miss her?”
“No.” He shook his head and laughed. “Do you miss your first love?”
“No.” I whispered slowly and closed my eyes. How could I tell him that he was my first love?
“Then you know what I mean, Katie. When we were 18 and starting college, we thought the world was at our feet and the person we dated would be the one forever. We don’t even know who we are then. When I dated Maria, I thought I wanted to be an artist.” He laughed. “And you know I can’t draw or paint for shit.”
“You’re not that bad.” I lied.
“I’m worse than bad.” He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me. “I proposed to Maria because I thought that was what I was supposed to do to keep her by my side when she expressed an interest in a study abroad program.”
“Oh.”
“It worked.” He kissed my cheek. “But boy, was it a mistake. I regretted it the moment the new semester started and she was nagging me to do this and that.”
“But you wanted to be with her.”
“My heart and the dream in my head thought I wanted to be with her. I wanted to get a relationship right. My dad, well, he’s never been a stable one-woman man. I wanted to be different from him.”
“Oh, I see.”
“But I proposed to Maria for all the wrong reasons. We ended up breaking up four weeks into the semester.”
“What?” I looked at him in shock and he laughed.
“And she keyed my car.” His hand crept up my shirt and he gasped as he touched my naked breast. “You’re not wearing a bra?”
“I didn’t feel like it.”
“You didn’t go out like this, did you?” He pulled away from me, and this time it was he who had the jealous expression.
“What if I did?”
“I don’t want other men seeing you.”
“I had on a top, Brandon.” I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t naked.”
“But still,” his eyes glazed over as he looked at my chest. “Men know.”
“You’re just trying to change the subject.” I pouted at him and pulled away.
“Katie, listen to me good. I love you. I’m with you. Yes, I was engaged once. But only because I was young and dumb. I’m not a liar and I’m not a cheat.” He paused and pulled me towards him. “I won’t lie to you, Katie. Know that if there is someone else, I will tell you. Don’t listen to anything you hear about me, unless it comes from me.”
“I just want to be your number one.” I melted against him as he kissed me. I felt so loved when I was with Brandon, but I also felt so insecure. I always felt like one day I was going to wake up and he was going to be done with me.
“You’re my only one, Katie.” He whispered against my mouth. “The only one.” He pushed me back down on the couch and pulled my T-shirt up. He kissed my stomach lightly and I waited in sweet anticipation to see if his mouth was going to go north or south. My whole body was tingling in excitement as I waited to see what he was going to do.
“Do you trust me, Katie?” He raised his head and I moaned aloud, disappointed that his tongue hadn’t travelled to either part of my body.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Of course.”
“Let’s go out.”
“What?” I shook my head frustrated. “I don’t want to go out.”
“What would you rather do?” He smiled wickedly.
“I want to make love.” I groaned and reached for him. “Make love to me.”
“I will,” He grinned. “Eventually.”
“What do you mean eventually?” I made a face.
“Let’s have some fun first.”
“What kind of fun?”
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“You never said it was going to be a surprise.”
“Well, I’m saying that now.” He jumped up and pulled me up with him. “Come on, Katie.”
“I don’t want to go.” I shook my head childishly and wiped my tears away. “Not unless you tell me where we are going.”
“I want to take you to an art exhibit at the Met.” He sighed and shook his head. “I wanted it to be a surprise because I wanted you to meet the artist.”
“Oh.” I made a face. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“And I wanted to have sex with you behind one of the sculptures.” He grinned at me with vulture eyes.
“Brandon,” I laughed and jumped up eagerly. “Let’s go.”
“You’re my eager beaver.” He swung me around. “If I’d known you’d be this excited, I would have told you right away.”
“I like trying new things with you.” I paused and touched his face. “Unless we get caught. If we get caught I’ll kill you.”
“Don’t worry, if you get caught and you get a record and your job finds out and they fire you, you can just come and work for me.”
“Yeah, sure.” I pressed my face into his chest so that he couldn’t see the rising red in my face. Every time he brought up my job I felt a burning wave of shame and horror fill me up.
“We won’t get caught, though.” He hugged me to him. “Go and put on a dress. Not too long.”
“Okay.” I grinned back at him wickedly, excited about what he had planned for us.
“Oh, and Katie?”
“Yes?” I turned back to look at him as I walked into the bedroom.
“No need to put any underwear on.”
“Okay.” I smiled at him and he winked back at me. My body rose in temperature and I giggled as I looked through all my new dresses, deciding what to wear, all thoughts of the phone call long gone.
“You look gorgeous.” Brandon’s eyes widened as I walked out of the bedroom in my flowy white dress and light pink lipstick. “Your hair.” He touched it lightly. “It’s so wavy.”
“As opposed to frizzy?” I smiled, joyous at the appreciative looks he kept giving me.
“I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to leave the house.” He shook his head as he kept staring at me. “Your breasts are telling me you feel the same.”
“Huh?” I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my top. “Oh, maybe I should put a bra on.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want easy access.”
“But other guys...”
“Other guys can fuck off. You’re all mine. If I even see one looking at you, they won’t know what's hit them.”
“Oh, Brandon.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed his jaw line. “You look sexy when you don’t shave.”
“You like the stubble, huh?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and blushed. ”It tickles.”
“Tickles?” He frowned, and then he grinned at me as he understood. “I guess it’s a good contrast to my tongue.”
“Yeah, the rough and the smooth turns me on.”
“Katie.” He groaned. “You don’t want us to go out, do you?” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking mine as if it were his favorite lollipop. I reached down and rubbed his cock and it was already hard.
“I think you’re the one that doesn’t want to go out anymore.” I teased him as I pulled back from him. I reached my hand down his pants and held him for a few seconds before slowly running my fingers down to his balls and squeezing.
“Shit, Katie.” He groaned and closed his eyes.
“Shhh.” I whispered, using my hand to unzip his pants and pull his now extremely hard cock out of his pants. “No ones going to miss us if we’re a few minutes late.” His cock sprang free and I allowed my fingers to trace a light line along his shaft before squeezing the tip. I could feel Brandon’s body tense up as he waited to see what I was going to do next. I smiled to myself as I dropped my fingers and walked away.
“Where are you going?” He slowly opened his eyes and he looked at me in confused desire.
“I figured we should get going.” I gave him a wicked smile and his face changed to one of surprise.
“You tease.” He growled and chased me as I ran through the apartment. He caught up with me quickly and picked me up into his arms before running to the bedroom. He dropped me onto the mattress and I squealed as he lifted up my dress and buried his face in my wetness.