After the Ex Games
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“I thought we were going to have a sit-down.”
“I guess Greyson needs to work up the courage to tell Meg everything.” She pushed me down onto the bed. “They’re coming over tomorrow morning.”
“I see.” I took a deep breath and froze as I felt Katie’s fingers undoing my zipper. “So tonight we’re playing?”
“Don’t you want to play?”
“I always want to play.”
“So then let’s play.”
“You’re okay with waiting until tomorrow?”
“Yes.” I felt her lips gently pressing against mine. “Let’s give them a night to talk. Tomorrow they may be breaking up.” She sighed. “I know this is horrible to say, but I guess Meg should have one more night of passion before the rug is pulled from under her feet.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled and grabbed her hair, kissing her back passionately. “One more night of passion before all the secrets are spilled.”
“Exactly. Hmmm,” she moaned against my lips as my fingers played with her breasts. “Tonight I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing all these years.”
“Don’t stop,” I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. “Do I have to be blindfolded?”
“I thought it’d be more fun.”
“I just want to see your beautiful body,” I groaned. “I want to see it and touch it and feel it and squeeze it and taste it and taunt it.”
“I get it, Brandon.” She giggled and pulled the blindfold off. “You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot in love with you,” I growled and pushed her onto her back. “Now I’m going to kiss you hard.” I got on top of her and pressed my lips down on hers, pushing my tongue into her parted lips as I pulled her top off. “No bra.” I grinned as my fingers played with her na**d breasts.
“I can’t plan a night of seduction and wear a bra.”
“Oh?” I reached my fingers down the front of her skirt and felt her na**d wetness. “No panties either?”
“Of course,” she moaned as she writhed beneath me. “What would be the fun in that?”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I kissed down her neck and then stopped at her breasts, sucking and biting one as my fingers played with the other one. I then kissed down her stomach and pulled her skirt off. She opened her legs to give me access and I grinned at the small smile on her face. I pushed her legs open even more and lowered my head into her womanhood. My tongue licked her quivering cl*tsoftly at first, but as I tasted her, I felt myself losing control. She tasted so sweet, so perfect.
My tongue darted into her pu**y and she trembled underneath me. Her body shook as she had a small orgasm on my face. I licked her up eagerly, enjoying the fact that I could do this to her so easily. She was mine, and all I wanted to do was to taste her and give her pleasure.
“Brandon,” she groaned as her fingers played with my hair.
“Yes, my love?”
“Don’t stop,” she moaned and pushed my head back into her wetness.
I grinned as I licked her folds and sucked on her clit. Her fingers played with my hair as she wiggled on the bed. I continued to pleasure her and then I felt her fingers still. I entered her with my tongue once again and she came hard and fast, erupting on my face with her body shaking furiously.
“Oh, Katie,” I groaned and kissed back up her body to her lips. “You taste like cotton candy.”
“Then you’re the candyman,” she breathed out hard, and I kissed her this time, softly and sweetly. She pulled away from me and kissed down my chest, sucking on my ni**les and flicking them gently with her fingertips. She continued her descent and I closed my eyes as she pulled my jeans down. “I want to taste you now,” she whispered as she pulled my jeans down. Her fingers felt cool against my cock, and I gasped as she took me into her warm mouth.
“Oh, Katie,” I groaned as I felt myself getting harder and harder. I pulled her up and shifted her h*ps so that she was straddling me. “Ride me, Katie.”
“You want me to be your cowgirl?”
“Be my naughty cowgirl.” I nodded and groaned as she guided my c**k inside of her. “Oh, Katie,” I grunted as she started rocking her h*ps back and forth. “Oh, Katie,” I said again, feeling myself getting carried away by the depth of emotions she was bringing about in me as she rode me hard.
“Oh, Brandon, I’m going to come,” she groaned, and I lifted her h*ps up and down so I could thrust my c**k deep inside of her every time she came down on me.
“Come for me, Katie. Come for me.” I held her still on top of me as I came inside of her. “If we weren’t already pregnant, this would definitely have resulted in another baby,” I grunted as she rolled down next to me.
“What?” she mumbled and stroked my hair.
“I was just saying that if you weren’t already pregnant—”
“I heard that.” She looked at me with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?”
“The baby you’re having.”
“What baby?” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I saw the test. Two pink lines.”
“What test?” She sat up now. “What are you talking about Brandon?”
“I thought you were pregnant.” I frowned. “I found a test in the guest bathroom.”
“That’s not my test.” She shook her head and then her eyes looked at me with a worried expression. “Fuck. Meg’s pregnant.”
“Don’t be so happy for her.” I kissed her softly.
“It’s just going to complicate things.” She sighed and lay back down on the bed.
I cuddled her in my arms and kissed her collarbone. “It’ll be okay.”
“It’s going to be hard for her to get away from Greyson now.” She ran her fingers down my chest.
“He’s not so bad.”
“He’s not so good either.” She made a face and then looked up into my eyes. “You seemed really excited to be having another baby.”
“I thought it would be cool if you were pregnant.”
“Harry would like a brother or a sister, I’m sure.” She grinned. “I know he hates being an only child.”
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes and all I could see in my head was a little baby girl. I felt my body tense up as the picture came to my mind. I took a deep breath and looked at Katie—my beautiful, wonderful Katie.
“Brandon? Is everything okay?” She stared down at me, and I grabbed her hands and kissed them.
“No, it’s not.” I closed my eyes one more time and all I could see was blood—lots and lots of blood. “There’s something I need to tell you, Katie.” Her eyes opened wide at the tone in my voice, and I took another breath. “You may not like me after you hear everything. In fact, you may never want to see me again.”
Chapter 13
Greyson
I couldn’t seem to get to sleep. Meg was in the same bed as I was, but she was lying on the edge of the mattress in her attempt to not touch me. I knew she was pissed and I understood why. She knew there was more to the story than I was letting on, and it was breaking my heart not being able to tell her. It seemed to me that we’d come to a crossroads. A part of me knew that Meg was never going to trust me if I didn’t tell her everything before we all sat down and had the talk.
“Are you still up?” I whispered into the dark, not sure if I was hoping she was awake or not. Silence greeted me, and I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I turned over and attempted to put my arms around her.
“Get your hands off of me,” she hissed and slapped my arms away.
“You’re up.”
“I’m going to sleep now.”
“Are we already in this place?” I sighed, feeling hurt inside.
“Well, you don’t trust me, so what did you expect?”
“It’s not about my trusting you, Meg.”
“What’s it about then?” She turned around to face me, and I could see the tears in her eyes.
“You’re crying?” I saw the traces of tears on her face and reached out, touching her cheek.
“It doesn’t matter.” She shrugged, but her eyes looked hurt.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I wish I’d gotten to know you a bit better before sleeping with you.”
“I see.”
“Is that all you have to say?” she shouted at me, and I was taken aback by the anger in her voice.
“You’re really upset,” I said dumbly, and she laughed bitterly.
“Wow, you’re fast.” She rolled her eyes, and I leaned forward and kissed her. “What are you doing?” She pulled away from me.
“I was kissing you. I thought I was allowed to kiss my girlfriend.”
“Whatever.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’m going to tell you.”
“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” she retorted back at me.
“Of course I want to tell you. I just didn’t think it was my place. Not right now. I thought—I still believe—I owe it to Brandon to tell his side of the story, but I’m not going to lose my relationship with you because I don’t tell you. However, I’m going to need you to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” She stared at me with a serious expression.
“Actually, two things. You have to promise me that you won’t say a word to Katie no matter what I tell you. You also have to promise me that you’re not going to judge me. You have to promise me that when I tell you everything, you’ll reserve judgment. You have to promise me that you’ll still give me a chance. If you can’t get over what I say and still feel that way in a month, fine, but please, still try and give me a chance.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “I promise.”
“I’m scared to tell you.” I ran my hands through my hair and pulled her towards me. “This is new for me.”
“What’s new?”
“Loving someone and caring what they think of me.” I made a face. “I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Oh, Greyson.” She grabbed ahold of my face and gazed into my eyes. “Love can forgive a lot.”
“Yeah, but how much?” I gave her a tired smile. “Just how much can love forgive?”
***
The mood in the office the next morning was tense. Meg had been shocked and angry, but she hadn’t said a word. Her eyes had done all her talking for her. When I’d finished speaking, she’d kissed me lightly on the lips and then turned on her back and gone to sleep. The world had seemed to end in that moment. Talking about everything had made it seem more real, more horrible. I’d seen myself through her eyes and I hadn’t liked who I’d seen. Even though she had promised to be open-minded, I knew a part of her had felt disgusted by me.
She knew that I was a cold-hearted son of a bitch now. There was no disputing that fact. I’d been unable to sleep. I’d felt sorry for myself and I was scared about what was going to happen with Brandon and Katie. If he lost Katie, it would be all my fault. A part of me didn’t understand how I could have been that person before. What sort of man allowed those things to happen?
Knock knock.
A loud tapping at my office door made both Meg and me look up.
“Come in?” I stood up and walked to the middle of the room.
“Mr. Twining, I found someone you may want to see.” David walked into the room, looking disheveled and crazy.
“Yes?” I nodded, hoping he wasn’t about to show me a dead body.
“Come on.” He grabbed ahold of someone and then pulled them into the room with him.
“Nancy,” Meg ran over to the terrified-looking girl and pulled her into her arms. “Oh my God, Nancy, you’re okay.”
“Yes.” Nancy nodded and attempted a weak smile. “I’m okay.”
“Where were you?” Meg pulled her over to the small couch and sat down with her. “Did someone take you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I needed to go and think for a bit.”
“It was a bit much, wasn’t it? Looking to find out what happened to Maria? David shouldn’t have put you through that.”
“I didn’t put her through—” David started and I walked over to him.
“Shut up, David.” I grabbed his shirt and leaned towards him. “If I find out you did anything to that girl, I will kill you.”
“I wouldn’t be the first one you’ve killed though, would I?” His eyes looked up at mine with hatred. I tightened the grip on his shirt, brought my fist up to his neck, and blocked his air supply.
“Do you really want to play this game?” I hissed.
“Don’t worry.” He choked and tried to push me off. He started sputtering and his face was turning red. I stared at him with hatred, thinking about the letter and bullet he and Patsy had sent me.
“Stop!” Meg jumped up and ran towards me. “Stop it, Greyson. He’s not worth it.” She touched my shoulder and I released my grip on him.
“You think you can threaten me and my family and I’m going to just let you walk away?” I pushed him back against the wall hard. “You think I’m going to have a bullet left on my table and I’m going to—”
“I guess Greyson needs to work up the courage to tell Meg everything.” She pushed me down onto the bed. “They’re coming over tomorrow morning.”
“I see.” I took a deep breath and froze as I felt Katie’s fingers undoing my zipper. “So tonight we’re playing?”
“Don’t you want to play?”
“I always want to play.”
“So then let’s play.”
“You’re okay with waiting until tomorrow?”
“Yes.” I felt her lips gently pressing against mine. “Let’s give them a night to talk. Tomorrow they may be breaking up.” She sighed. “I know this is horrible to say, but I guess Meg should have one more night of passion before the rug is pulled from under her feet.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled and grabbed her hair, kissing her back passionately. “One more night of passion before all the secrets are spilled.”
“Exactly. Hmmm,” she moaned against my lips as my fingers played with her breasts. “Tonight I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing all these years.”
“Don’t stop,” I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. “Do I have to be blindfolded?”
“I thought it’d be more fun.”
“I just want to see your beautiful body,” I groaned. “I want to see it and touch it and feel it and squeeze it and taste it and taunt it.”
“I get it, Brandon.” She giggled and pulled the blindfold off. “You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot in love with you,” I growled and pushed her onto her back. “Now I’m going to kiss you hard.” I got on top of her and pressed my lips down on hers, pushing my tongue into her parted lips as I pulled her top off. “No bra.” I grinned as my fingers played with her na**d breasts.
“I can’t plan a night of seduction and wear a bra.”
“Oh?” I reached my fingers down the front of her skirt and felt her na**d wetness. “No panties either?”
“Of course,” she moaned as she writhed beneath me. “What would be the fun in that?”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I kissed down her neck and then stopped at her breasts, sucking and biting one as my fingers played with the other one. I then kissed down her stomach and pulled her skirt off. She opened her legs to give me access and I grinned at the small smile on her face. I pushed her legs open even more and lowered my head into her womanhood. My tongue licked her quivering cl*tsoftly at first, but as I tasted her, I felt myself losing control. She tasted so sweet, so perfect.
My tongue darted into her pu**y and she trembled underneath me. Her body shook as she had a small orgasm on my face. I licked her up eagerly, enjoying the fact that I could do this to her so easily. She was mine, and all I wanted to do was to taste her and give her pleasure.
“Brandon,” she groaned as her fingers played with my hair.
“Yes, my love?”
“Don’t stop,” she moaned and pushed my head back into her wetness.
I grinned as I licked her folds and sucked on her clit. Her fingers played with my hair as she wiggled on the bed. I continued to pleasure her and then I felt her fingers still. I entered her with my tongue once again and she came hard and fast, erupting on my face with her body shaking furiously.
“Oh, Katie,” I groaned and kissed back up her body to her lips. “You taste like cotton candy.”
“Then you’re the candyman,” she breathed out hard, and I kissed her this time, softly and sweetly. She pulled away from me and kissed down my chest, sucking on my ni**les and flicking them gently with her fingertips. She continued her descent and I closed my eyes as she pulled my jeans down. “I want to taste you now,” she whispered as she pulled my jeans down. Her fingers felt cool against my cock, and I gasped as she took me into her warm mouth.
“Oh, Katie,” I groaned as I felt myself getting harder and harder. I pulled her up and shifted her h*ps so that she was straddling me. “Ride me, Katie.”
“You want me to be your cowgirl?”
“Be my naughty cowgirl.” I nodded and groaned as she guided my c**k inside of her. “Oh, Katie,” I grunted as she started rocking her h*ps back and forth. “Oh, Katie,” I said again, feeling myself getting carried away by the depth of emotions she was bringing about in me as she rode me hard.
“Oh, Brandon, I’m going to come,” she groaned, and I lifted her h*ps up and down so I could thrust my c**k deep inside of her every time she came down on me.
“Come for me, Katie. Come for me.” I held her still on top of me as I came inside of her. “If we weren’t already pregnant, this would definitely have resulted in another baby,” I grunted as she rolled down next to me.
“What?” she mumbled and stroked my hair.
“I was just saying that if you weren’t already pregnant—”
“I heard that.” She looked at me with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?”
“The baby you’re having.”
“What baby?” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I saw the test. Two pink lines.”
“What test?” She sat up now. “What are you talking about Brandon?”
“I thought you were pregnant.” I frowned. “I found a test in the guest bathroom.”
“That’s not my test.” She shook her head and then her eyes looked at me with a worried expression. “Fuck. Meg’s pregnant.”
“Don’t be so happy for her.” I kissed her softly.
“It’s just going to complicate things.” She sighed and lay back down on the bed.
I cuddled her in my arms and kissed her collarbone. “It’ll be okay.”
“It’s going to be hard for her to get away from Greyson now.” She ran her fingers down my chest.
“He’s not so bad.”
“He’s not so good either.” She made a face and then looked up into my eyes. “You seemed really excited to be having another baby.”
“I thought it would be cool if you were pregnant.”
“Harry would like a brother or a sister, I’m sure.” She grinned. “I know he hates being an only child.”
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes and all I could see in my head was a little baby girl. I felt my body tense up as the picture came to my mind. I took a deep breath and looked at Katie—my beautiful, wonderful Katie.
“Brandon? Is everything okay?” She stared down at me, and I grabbed her hands and kissed them.
“No, it’s not.” I closed my eyes one more time and all I could see was blood—lots and lots of blood. “There’s something I need to tell you, Katie.” Her eyes opened wide at the tone in my voice, and I took another breath. “You may not like me after you hear everything. In fact, you may never want to see me again.”
Chapter 13
Greyson
I couldn’t seem to get to sleep. Meg was in the same bed as I was, but she was lying on the edge of the mattress in her attempt to not touch me. I knew she was pissed and I understood why. She knew there was more to the story than I was letting on, and it was breaking my heart not being able to tell her. It seemed to me that we’d come to a crossroads. A part of me knew that Meg was never going to trust me if I didn’t tell her everything before we all sat down and had the talk.
“Are you still up?” I whispered into the dark, not sure if I was hoping she was awake or not. Silence greeted me, and I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I turned over and attempted to put my arms around her.
“Get your hands off of me,” she hissed and slapped my arms away.
“You’re up.”
“I’m going to sleep now.”
“Are we already in this place?” I sighed, feeling hurt inside.
“Well, you don’t trust me, so what did you expect?”
“It’s not about my trusting you, Meg.”
“What’s it about then?” She turned around to face me, and I could see the tears in her eyes.
“You’re crying?” I saw the traces of tears on her face and reached out, touching her cheek.
“It doesn’t matter.” She shrugged, but her eyes looked hurt.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I wish I’d gotten to know you a bit better before sleeping with you.”
“I see.”
“Is that all you have to say?” she shouted at me, and I was taken aback by the anger in her voice.
“You’re really upset,” I said dumbly, and she laughed bitterly.
“Wow, you’re fast.” She rolled her eyes, and I leaned forward and kissed her. “What are you doing?” She pulled away from me.
“I was kissing you. I thought I was allowed to kiss my girlfriend.”
“Whatever.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’m going to tell you.”
“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” she retorted back at me.
“Of course I want to tell you. I just didn’t think it was my place. Not right now. I thought—I still believe—I owe it to Brandon to tell his side of the story, but I’m not going to lose my relationship with you because I don’t tell you. However, I’m going to need you to promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” She stared at me with a serious expression.
“Actually, two things. You have to promise me that you won’t say a word to Katie no matter what I tell you. You also have to promise me that you’re not going to judge me. You have to promise me that when I tell you everything, you’ll reserve judgment. You have to promise me that you’ll still give me a chance. If you can’t get over what I say and still feel that way in a month, fine, but please, still try and give me a chance.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “I promise.”
“I’m scared to tell you.” I ran my hands through my hair and pulled her towards me. “This is new for me.”
“What’s new?”
“Loving someone and caring what they think of me.” I made a face. “I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Oh, Greyson.” She grabbed ahold of my face and gazed into my eyes. “Love can forgive a lot.”
“Yeah, but how much?” I gave her a tired smile. “Just how much can love forgive?”
***
The mood in the office the next morning was tense. Meg had been shocked and angry, but she hadn’t said a word. Her eyes had done all her talking for her. When I’d finished speaking, she’d kissed me lightly on the lips and then turned on her back and gone to sleep. The world had seemed to end in that moment. Talking about everything had made it seem more real, more horrible. I’d seen myself through her eyes and I hadn’t liked who I’d seen. Even though she had promised to be open-minded, I knew a part of her had felt disgusted by me.
She knew that I was a cold-hearted son of a bitch now. There was no disputing that fact. I’d been unable to sleep. I’d felt sorry for myself and I was scared about what was going to happen with Brandon and Katie. If he lost Katie, it would be all my fault. A part of me didn’t understand how I could have been that person before. What sort of man allowed those things to happen?
Knock knock.
A loud tapping at my office door made both Meg and me look up.
“Come in?” I stood up and walked to the middle of the room.
“Mr. Twining, I found someone you may want to see.” David walked into the room, looking disheveled and crazy.
“Yes?” I nodded, hoping he wasn’t about to show me a dead body.
“Come on.” He grabbed ahold of someone and then pulled them into the room with him.
“Nancy,” Meg ran over to the terrified-looking girl and pulled her into her arms. “Oh my God, Nancy, you’re okay.”
“Yes.” Nancy nodded and attempted a weak smile. “I’m okay.”
“Where were you?” Meg pulled her over to the small couch and sat down with her. “Did someone take you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I needed to go and think for a bit.”
“It was a bit much, wasn’t it? Looking to find out what happened to Maria? David shouldn’t have put you through that.”
“I didn’t put her through—” David started and I walked over to him.
“Shut up, David.” I grabbed his shirt and leaned towards him. “If I find out you did anything to that girl, I will kill you.”
“I wouldn’t be the first one you’ve killed though, would I?” His eyes looked up at mine with hatred. I tightened the grip on his shirt, brought my fist up to his neck, and blocked his air supply.
“Do you really want to play this game?” I hissed.
“Don’t worry.” He choked and tried to push me off. He started sputtering and his face was turning red. I stared at him with hatred, thinking about the letter and bullet he and Patsy had sent me.
“Stop!” Meg jumped up and ran towards me. “Stop it, Greyson. He’s not worth it.” She touched my shoulder and I released my grip on him.
“You think you can threaten me and my family and I’m going to just let you walk away?” I pushed him back against the wall hard. “You think I’m going to have a bullet left on my table and I’m going to—”
