Free The Ex Games 3 by J. S. Cooper, Helen Cooper

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