The Ex Games 3 (8 page)

"I know. A little birdie told me."

"Haha."

"What are you wearing?"

"Nothing."

"What? I want a photo."

"I meant none of your business."

"Not fair."

"What are you wearing?"
I shook my head as I typed.

"Boxers."

"Oh."

"I can send you a pic if you want! :) :)"

"I don't want."

":("

I snuggled into the sheets and smiled as I waited for his next text. I held the phone in my hands eagerly and felt my smile fade as I realized that he might not text me back again.

Beep
beep.

"Miss me yet?"

"No."
I smiled to myself again.

"You have to admit that it was slightly hot."

"It was not hot."
I glared at the phone.

"I made you come."

"You always make me come!"

"Score 1 for
me. :)"

"Idiot."

"I love you."

"I'm going back to sleep now. Bye."
I put the phone down and closed my eyes. My heart was beating fast as I thought about his words. I picked the phone back up and stared at the screen. I didn't know what to think or feel. Did he really love me?

Then the phone rang and I bit my lower lip. I didn't know whether or no I should answer.

"I thought you weren't going to answer." His voice was soft as he spoke into the phone.

“I guess you thought wrong,” I whispered into the phone and closed my eyes.

“You sound sexy when you’re sleeping.”

“Really?” I giggled and faked a snore.

“That’s even sexier.”

“You’re not allowed to call me sexy.”

“Is it too soon?”

“Huh?”

“I guess I’m still in trouble. I’ll save the sexy talk for next week.”

“You’ll still be in trouble next week, Brandon.” I shook my head. “I’m still mad at you.”

“You can’t stay mad at me.”

“You think?”

“I hope.” His voice was warm and husky. “I wish I were with you right now.”

“So you can make love to me again?”

“No. So I can hold you in my arms and kiss you.”

“Uh huh.”

“And smell you.”

“Smell me?” I frowned and lifted my arm up to see if my armpit smelled.

“You always smell like gardenias.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Really?” I sniffed again and all I could smell was a faint sniff of the popcorn I’d made when I got home.

“Yeah. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.”

“Oh.” My heart melted at his words. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I’m excited for you to meet, Harry.” His tone changed. “I think you’ll like him.”

“I’m a bit scared,” I admitted honestly. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“He’ll like you,” Brandon laughed. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’ve never been around little kids before,” I mumbled, though that wasn’t what was worrying me. I was scared that I wouldn’t feel anything for him. I was scared I would see him and it would be as if I were looking at just another child. And even worse, I was scared we wouldn’t have any sort of connection.

“You will be a natural.”

“I hope so.” I yawned.

“I should let you sleep.” Brandon sounded sad. “It’s late.”

“Just a few more minutes,” I mumbled, not wanting to get off of the phone as yet.

“You never answered me, you know.”

“Answered what?”

“I told you I loved you.” He sounded unsure of himself. “You didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t know what to say,” I answered honestly, feeling confused.

“You think I’m a jerk.” He sighed. “I’m not perfect, Katie. I’ve made my mistakes.”

“You can say that again.” I rolled my eyes in the dark at his words and turned over in the bed.

“I’m glad you answered the phone.” His voice was soft again. “I needed to hear your voice tonight. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to know you would still talk to me.”

“I don’t hate you, Brandon.” I sighed. “I just don’t want anything from you.”

“You think I’m an egomaniac.”

“I know you’re an egomaniac.”

“I suppose it doesn’t help if I tell you I want to make you come.”

“What?” I gasped into the phone.

“I want you to fall asleep thinking about me inside of you.” His voice was silky. “I want to make you come.”

“Well, it’s a pity you’re not here,” I murmured into the phone as I imagined him kissing my neck. I let out a little whimper as I imagined him playing with my breasts at the same time.

“What are you doing?” His voice was alert and I knew he had heard my whimper.

“Nothing.”

“Play with yourself for me.”

“No.” I shook my head, but my hands rubbed my stomach.

“I’m thinking about you right now,” He whispered into the phone. “I’m imagining your hands soft and cold on my cock, gliding up and down slowly, trying to tease me. I’m imagining your mouth taking over for your hands and your lips sucking down on me, tasting me and biting me lightly.” He groaned and I froze as I listened to him.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, waiting for him to continue. His talk was making me feel horny and I shifted in the bed uncomfortably.

“Nothing,” he groaned. “It can wait.”

“Okay.” I was disappointed that he had stopped before he had really gotten started.

“I’m not going to have phone sex with a girl who’s sleeping,” he joked into the phone. “I want you to remember me in the morning.”

“Uh huh.”

“But don’t worry, it will be your face I picture when we get off the phone.”

“What?” I squeaked out.

“Nothing, beautiful Katie,” he sighed. “Get some sleep. I’ll be picking you up in a few hours.”

“Okay,” I sighed, not wanting to get off of the phone.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned me and I was quiet. “Katie.”

“Nothing.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone?” he whispered.

“No,” I lied.

“I remember when we first started dating. You always wanted me to stay on the phone with you.” He laughed. “I’m not sure how either of us got anything done with all those marathon calls.”

“We didn’t have that many,” I giggled as I remembered those first days.

“We spoke on the phone every night. You talked my ear off going on about books and TV shows.” He laughed. “But it was all worth it when I heard your sweet little snores as you fell asleep.”

“I don’t snore.”

“I’m afraid you do.”

“No one has ever told me I snored,” I protested.

“How many men have you slept with?” His tone changed, and I could hear the jealousy. I felt all warm inside as he spoke and I knew that I was just as dysfunctional as him.

“I’m not answering the question.”

“I know the answer already,” he laughed.

“You’re a creep.”

“I didn’t stop you from dating anyone.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Do you ever think about the days before we broke up? The days before I moved in? The first days?”

“All the time.”

“They were good, weren’t they?”

“The very best.”

“Thank you for taking Harry,” I whispered.

“I love you, Katie.” His voice was stronger this time. “And I love Harry more than life itself.”

“You’re a good dad.”

“I got one thing right.” He sighed. “Stay the night tomorrow.”

“No.”

“Think about it.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

“Sweet dreams, Katie.”

“Sweet dreams, Brandon.” I waited for him to hang up before I put down the phone. “You’re still there,” I whispered, and he laughed.

“I’m hoping I get to hear the snores of an angel again.”

“You want me to fall asleep on the phone?”

“I want you to fall asleep in my arms, but the phone will have to do tonight.”

“Night, Brandon.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow, the phone pressed against me ear. I lay there listening to the sound of his breathing and it comforted me. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep and I had dreams filled with Brandon, me, and babies.

***

“Don’t worry, Katie. It’ll be fine.” Brandon squeezed my hand as we walked up to the front door of his dad’s house. “Just remember, don’t tell him you’re his mom, please. I don’t want to shock him.”

“I won’t tell him.” I nodded. I felt hurt that Brandon didn’t want Harry to know right away, but I understood slightly. “Who does he think Maria is to him?” I frowned as we waited at the door.

“He’s only known Maria for the last year or so. She moved in fairly recently.” Brandon sighed. “He thinks she is his babysitter.”

“Oh.” I bit my lower lip to stop from saying anything else.

“Hello,” a sweet older lady said when she answered the door. She had platinum blond hair and a big red smile. “Brandon, you’re here early.” She gave him a hug and then looked at me.

“This is my friend, Katie, Verna.” He introduced us, and the lady known as Verna looked me over with knowing eyes.

“Katie, this is my father’s girlfriend, Verna.”

“Nice to meet you.” I reached over to shake her hand, but she gave me a hug instead.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, my girl.” She smiled at me happily. “You have such pretty brown eyes.”

I smiled back at her, appreciating her warmth to me, and was about to speak when I saw a little boy darting to the door.

“Daddy!” He ran into Brandon’s arms, grinning. “I’m having pancakes.”

“I can see that,” Brandon replied with a smile, and we all laughed as Harry’s face was covered in syrup.

“Do you want some pancakes, Dad?” Harry grinned and then looked at me. “Hello, I’m Harry.”

“Hi, Harry. I’m Katie.” I choked up slightly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Do you like to play video games?” He studied my face for a few moments.

“I’m not terribly good, but I do enjoy some.”

“Then come and play Mario Kart with me. It’s fine ‘cause Grandad said I could play,” he quickly added as he looked at his dad, and I laughed. I tried not to stare at him like a crazy woman, but I couldn’t stop myself from studying him.

He was a gorgeous little boy and looked like a mini-Brandon but with my big brown eyes. His hair was dirty blond and he had a round little face that looked very dirty at the moment. Though I had a feeling that his face was always slightly dirty. His cheeks were rosy and red and he was a little plump, with his round little belly—probably from playing too many video games.

“Or we could play basketball or soccer.” I smiled at him, thinking that it was time to introduce some sports into his life. I laughed inside at my maternal instincts and I saw Brandon giving me a side stare.

“I want to play basketball!” He jumped up and down. “I wanna be just like Kobe Bryant when I grow up.”

“Oh?” I nodded at him and smiled. “He’s a good player, all right.” I knew the name, but I had no idea what basketball team he played for, and I was praying that Harry wouldn’t ask me.

“Or Lebron James.” He grinned. “I could be Lebron James as well.”

“Well, right now you’re going to be the little boy who goes and cleans his face.” Brandon interrupted us and we all walked into the house. “Go and get cleaned up, Harry. Katie and I are taking you out.”

“YES!” He pumped his fist. “McDonalds time.”

“No, Harry.” He shook his head and laughed. “I thought we could all go to a museum or something.”

“Boring.” Harry made a face. “I don’t wanna go to a museum.”

“Don’t be rude.” Brandon gave him a small stare and I turned my face away to stop from laughing. Brandon was a wonderful father, but it was a bit weird watching him in that role.

“I’m being honest.” Harry shrugged and smiled at me. “You know that, right, Katie?”

“Yes, I do think you’re being honest.”

“See.” He grinned at his dad.

“What would you like to do, Harry?” I asked him softly, and he turned to look at me with big adoring eyes. I thought my heart melted right then and there.

“I wanna go McDonalds and to a movie and maybe to a toy store to get some new Legos or a new game for my Wii. And then I wanna go and get some candy.” He paused for a second. “But not Reese’s Pieces. I don’t like Reese’s.
“Neither do I,” I laughed happily, and Brandon gently smiled at me.

“He favors his mother in a lot of ways,” He whispered in my ear. “Brown eyes, doesn’t like Reese’s, likes to have his own way too much.” I gave him a quick look and he grinned at me before turning back to our son. “Harry, go and get cleaned up and come back downstairs please.”

“Yes, Dad.” Harry ran off and Verna turned to us both.

“You make a lovely couple.” She smiled but walked off before I was able to deny he comment.

“She thinks we’re together,” I groaned and looked at Brandon.

“So?” He shrugged.

“But we’re not.”

“Yet.” He smiled slowly and pulled me toward him. He kissed me lightly on the nose and then on the lips. “I enjoyed falling asleep with you last night.”

“Uh huh.” I blinked up at him, my heart beating fast.

“Falling asleep with someone is so much more intimate than having sex with them,” he whispered in my ear.

“You think so?” I smiled up at him. “Then I guess you never want to sleep with me again?”

“Don’t be funny,” he laughed as his hands caressed my ass. “If we weren’t in my dad’s house right now, I’d be fucking you right here.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “And it’s only because we’re in your dad’s house? I thought you got off on public sex.”

“Argh.” He groaned and his hands massaged my shoulders. “Okay, I’d fuck you here in a minute if Harry weren’t here.”

“I knew it.”

“Does it make you feel better that you’re right?” he whispered against my lips, and I leaned in and kissed him hard; this time I was going to turn him on in an awkward place. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and nibbled on his lower lip before pressing my breasts against his chest and reaching down and squeezing his hardening cock.

“Shit, Katie,” he groaned against me as I unzipped him, slipped my hand inside his pants, and ran my fingers lightly over his cock. He gasped at my touch and I smiled as I continued to kiss him. As soon as I heard footsteps coming, I withdrew my hand and walked over to look at some paintings on the wall.