Double Coverage

by Meghan Quinn

  He was proud of himself for staying away from the bar just to catch a glimpse of her. He was tempted to look through the windows after practice today, but he decided to keep his balls intact and go home before he lost all self-respect.

  When he got home, he threw his bag on his couch and headed for his bedroom; he didn’t even want to bother with eating dinner, he just wanted sleep.

  He stopped in his tracks when he saw Brooke lying on his bed, wearing sexy-as-hell lingerie and her hair curled cascading over her shoulders. Fuck, she looked good. Brooke never left him wanting for someone else in the bedroom. She was, by far, the best fuck he had ever had and he wondered was that because he was madly in love with her, or was she really that good?

  When she got up and walked toward him, her breasts barely contained in her bra and a garter-belt attached to the thong she was wearing, he thought to himself, nope—she was that good. She was really fucking good and it was evident from the tent he was popping in his pants.

  “How did you get in here?” He meant to have more malice in his voice, but his voice betrayed him, leaving him sounding sultry.

  “I lived here once, on occasion. You never changed the locks.”

  Good point. He never expected to see her back in his place, especially after the way she left, without even giving him the chance to beg her to stay. The thought of her booking her ass out of his life faster than he could snap a ball reminded him why her being practically naked in his bedroom was not a good idea.

  “Well, you need to get out.”

  Brooke reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting her spectacular globes be on display. Shit. He couldn’t be that strong. He hadn’t had sex in a while and seeing Brooke, naked in front of him was wearing down his walls. He wanted the release, especially from all the pent-up frustration Piper put him through. He thought of her every night and every morning when he was in the shower, giving himself relief from the pain of his morning erections.

  Brooke grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head, exposing his bare chest. Her hands started at his shoulders and scraped down his front side, making sure to run her fingernails over his nipples, like he always enjoyed. He knew in his head he needed to stop what was happening, but he couldn’t muster the words. His brain was fried and all he wanted to do was get lost in meaningless sex.

  She grasped his jeans and started to undo them. She looked up at him, as if asking for permission. He gave her a quick nod, wondering why he did, but when she stuck her hand down his pants, all thoughts of what was happening shot straight out of his head. Fuck, that felt good.

  He needed this. In his head, he convinced himself he deserved this. Brooke owed him a good fuck after what she did to him. Piper popped up in his head and he wondered what she would think of him with Brooke right now. As Brooke dropped to her knees and put his hard erection in her mouth, he all of a sudden didn’t give a flying fuck what Piper thought. She was with another guy right now, most likely doing the same thing. Although, the thought of Piper with another man made his skin tingle with rage.

  Brooke stopped and looked up at him. “What’s wrong? You got all tense…and not in a good way?”

  Mason shook his head and pushed his dick back in her mouth. She giggled and went back to work. She pushed him into the chair that was next to his door and put her hands on his thighs, sitting between them. Mason put his head back and enjoyed the way Brooke’s tongue licked his length up and down. Fuck, she was really good.

  She gripped his balls and sucked hard, while stroking him all at the same time. He felt the early signs of an orgasm come on and he got ready for the ride. Just as he started to go numb in his feet, she pulled away.

  “Fuck…” he moaned. “What are you doing?”

  She stood up and tore off the rest of her clothes, leaving herself completely bare for him. She was gorgeous. How could he not think that? Her green eyes drove him crazy when they dated and they had a similar effect on him tonight.

  “If you want to come, you’re going to have to come inside of me.”

  Mason would have preferred to stick with a blow job, because it made him feel less guilty about Piper, but then again, they weren’t dating and his dick was almost purple from not being able to have its release, so he went with what his little man wanted.

  He pulled her down on his bed and reached for his nightstand where he kept his condoms. He quickly put one on and straddled Brooke. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, then again, a part of it felt kind of right.

  She looped her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He stopped her. “No kissing. I’m just going to fuck you.”

  “But Mason…”

  He teased her with his dick along her slick folds. “You either get fucked or you get out. Your choice.”

  She took a second to think about it, but then spread her legs and said, “Fuck me, Mason. Fuck me hard.”

  Mason did what he was told and buried himself deep inside of Brooke. They’d never used condoms before; she was always on birth control, but he didn’t know who she’d been with, so he kept himself wrapped. The minute he was fully inside of her, she moaned and threw her head back. He did the same. Even though he despised the woman he was inside of right now, he couldn’t help but notice how good she felt around him.

  He held her legs open and pumped into her, fast and hard, leaving her no time to catch her breath.

  “Yes, Mason. Oh God, yes!”

  “Fuck…”

  Her walls tightened around him as he pumped into her a couple more times, giving him his own release. Her scream of ecstasy registered in his brain, letting him know that, once again, he’d delivered pleasure to the woman he thought he was going to marry.

  Once the last drop of his juice left him, he got off her and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to clean himself and get rid of her scent. Just so she couldn’t follow him into the bathroom, he made sure to lock it.

  As the water ran down his back, he chastised himself for not having more self-control. He should have turned her down and thrown her half-naked ass out on the curb, but he couldn’t. He was so fucking hard since he met Piper that he needed some kind of release. He thought about when he blew his load into Brooke, how it felt oddly right, but was that because the whole time he was picturing Piper? He wondered what Brooke would think if he told her that.

  He got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he opened the door, Brooke was laying in his bed with the covers barely covering her exposed body. Normally, the sight would throw him into round two, but it barely got a jolt out of him.

  “Why did you get up so quickly? We always used to snuggle after having sex.”

  “Used to, being the key words, Brooke.”

  She sat up, letting the covers slip off her chest and exposing her breasts. Damn, she was fine. She caught him staring and gave him a wicked grin. She got out of bed and walked toward him, reaching for his towel. He held it tight, though. He wasn’t going to get sucked in again.

  “Get out of here, Brooke.”

  “It looks like you don’t want me to.”

  “I do. I want you fucking out of here.”

  Brooke put her hands on her hips. “Were you just using me?”

  “Nothing gets by you. I told you, I wanted to fuck you. That was it.”

  “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel what I felt.”

  “And what exactly did you feel, Brooke?”

  She put her hand over his chest. “The love we used to have Mason, before I screwed everything up…The love that we still share, I felt it just now, Mason. I know you love me. You’re just hurt right now and lashing out.”

  “Brooke. Like I’ve said before, you are delusional. What I felt tonight was a warm body to fuck while I dreamt about fucking another woman.”

  Brooke gasped at his words. “How dare you speak to me like that?”

  Mason shrugged and headed for his dresser. He put on a pair of sweats, but left his che
st bare. When he turned around, he saw Brooke gathering her items and putting on the coat she must have worn to his place. He heard her sniffle and realized she was crying. Damn it! He did not want to deal with the guilt she was making him feel. Why did he even care? He shouldn’t. She was the one who fucked up, the one who ruined what they had. He should not feel bad about that.

  “Brooke…”

  She turned around and pointed at him. “I might have broken your heart Mason, but I would never have used you the way you just used me.”

  “Oh, don’t fucking start. You’re the one who seduced me. You knew what you were getting yourself into. Like you really thought I was, all of a sudden, going to start loving you again when you walked in here naked? Think again, Brooke. You broke my fucking heart,” Mason screamed. “You destroyed me.”

  Brooke was sobbing now. “I’m so sorry. How can I show you how sorry I am?”

  Mason sat down on the chair in his room and shook his head. “Just leave me alone, Brooke. Leave me the hell alone.”

  “But, I’m in love with you.”

  Mason didn’t know how to respond to that, so he did what he did best; he walked away. He went to his kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He stared out the window and listened to Brooke walk out of his apartment. When he heard the soft click of his front door closing, he chugged the rest of his beer, locked up, and went to bed…getting lost in thoughts of beautiful, sweet Piper.

  ***

  Brooke had never felt so humiliated in her life. Mason used her; used her while picturing another woman, but who was this other woman and why was she invading her man’s mind? Ever since college, Mason hadn’t wanted anyone but her. He never strayed and always was utterly devoted to her. She knew she broke his heart, but to not love someone you loved for six years so quickly, she didn’t believe it and she didn’t believe that another woman could take her spot so quickly.

  The thought of Mason pushing into her with his massive erection was not going to leave her mind anytime soon. What they just shared, yes, was not full of love…more like lust, but it was a step closer in the right direction. At Lexi and Jake’s wedding, he couldn’t even look at her. The moment he got a glimpse of her outfit purely picked out for seduction, he was aroused immediately. It was quite evident.

  Brooke grinned to herself, thinking about the sight of Mason fully aroused. Pride surged through her chest knowing that she was still able to affect Mason like she used to. Even if their love was on the rocks, he still found her attractive and still wanted her. He was putting on a show for her, acting like he didn’t want her or care about her, but she knew differently. She saw flashes of her old Mason in his eyes. She knew if she kept pestering him and burying herself in his life, she would find the old Mason. But, first things first, she needed to find out who the other woman was and there was one sure-fire way how to do so.

  She reached into her purse and grabbed her phone, dialing Lexi’s number.

  “Hey, lady. What’s going on?”

  “Oh nothing…you know, just having sex with Mason.”

  “What?!?” Brooke had to hold the phone away from her ear because Lexi’s shout pierced through her brain. “What are you talking about? Tell me everything, right now.”

  “I actually have to go, but can I call you back tomorrow? I just wanted to tell you the news.” Brooke joked with Lexi, knowing she would not let Brooke hang up the phone after divulging such juicy information.

  “Oh, no you don’t!”

  Brooke began laughing. “There’s not much to tell. I used my key to get in, dressed in some sexy lingerie and when he came home, he couldn’t resist me.”

  “He didn’t fight it?”

  Brooke didn’t like the skeptical voice her friend was using. Yeah, Mason was sort of harboring a hatred for Brooke right now, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still love her or wasn’t attracted to her.

  “Well, it took a little convincing, but the minute he saw what I was wearing, I got a little visit from my old friend and, God, had I missed him.”

  When Lexi first started dating Jake in college, Brooke took Lexi under her wing and they became great friends. One night, they got completely trashed and Brooke took the opportunity to divulge the ins and outs of Mason’s penis to Lexi. Even though Lexi was drunk beyond belief, it was the one thing she remembered from the night. So, when Brooke said she missed her old friend, Lexi knew exactly what she was talking about.

  “Oh, how was Godzilla?”

  Brooke laughed at Lexi remembering the name Mason had given his penis.

  “He was fantastic. I rode that dinosaur, rendering him incapable of roaring anymore.”

  Lexi was laughing hard; when she finally gathered herself, she asked, “So how did it end?”

  Brooke inwardly cringed. “Well, not as well as I wanted. That’s kind of why I’m calling.”

  “Oh?”

  Brooke told Lexi the whole story, starting with how she seduced Mason all the way to how they’d ended their encounter, maybe throwing in a couple of juicy details for the married woman. Not that Lexi’s sex life was at all boring; her sex life was probably more adventurous than Brooke’s, but it was always good to throw a friend a juicy tidbit every now and then.

  “So, he said he was thinking about another woman?” Lexi said, hesitantly.

  “Yes, do you know who he might be talking about? Has he talked to Jake about it?” Lexi was silent, indicating that she knew something. Brooke was not getting off the phone until she pried the information out of her friend. Brooke needed to know who her competition was. “Lexi….”

  “I think Jake is calling me…”

  “Don’t even think about it. Please Lexi, I need to know. I want Mason back and if there’s a girl standing in my way of achieving that, I need to know who my competition is. I know it’s betraying Jake’s trust, but I really need to know. I’d tell you if the roles were reversed,” Brooke pleaded.

  “If the roles were reversed, I never would have given up Jake in the first place.”

  “Oh, don’t even go there. I think you forgot about the end of your senior year in college. Shall we recollect…”

  Lexi stopped her. “Fine. Alright, let’s not go there. I might know who he’s talking about, but I don’t know how serious it is; I’ve just heard things…that’s all.”

  “Well, anything you know would be great.”

  Lexi blew out a frustrated breath. “Ugh, I hate doing this because I feel like I’m betraying so many people, but I know the girl doesn’t have feelings for Mason, so I guess the only person I’m betraying is Mason.”

  Brooke tried to think who Lexi was talking about, but no one came to mind, besides Margo, their friend from college, but she was so head over heels in love with Parker that there was no way Mason would even glance her way.

  “Who is it?” Brooke asked.

  “He was talking to Jake the other day and saying how he can’t get this one girl out of his head. He said it was Piper.”

  Piper? As in the gorgeous redhead with perky breasts, bubble butt and legs that didn’t quit. That Piper? Oh, Brooke was so screwed. She couldn’t compete with Piper.

  “Piper? But I thought they hated each other.”

  “Yeah, I guess Mason doesn’t. I don’t know about Piper. I mean, she’s been seeing a guy named Jax lately, so I don’t even think she knows about Mason’s feelings.”

  “Can you ask her?”

  “No, Brooke. I don’t want to get in the middle of things. I already feel bad that I told you.”

  “Please Lexi…” Brooke whined, trying to get her way.

  “No. I won’t do it.”

  “Fine,” Brooke practically shouted, then tried to settle her voice to a normal level. “At least tell me where she works in Denver.”

  “Come on, Brooke…”

  “Lexi, come on. I’m dying here. I love Mason so much and all I want is to have him back in my life. I screwed up big time and I’m just hoping I’ll be lucky enough to h
ave a second chance with him. Please, just help me out here.”

  “Fine, but did you ever think that Mason might not want a second chance with you? Maybe he really is done with you and is moving on. After all you did to him, don’t you want that for him? To be able to be happy?”

  Brooke could feel her body tingle with anger, but she was so close to receiving vital information that she didn’t say anything that was going to offend her friend.

  “I’m willing to take the chance to see if he is still in love with me. I see it sometimes, in his eyes, and if I don’t try for a second chance, then I’ll regret it forever.”

  “Alright. She works at Dick’s Last Chance next to the stadium. She’s a waitress.”

  Mason couldn’t stop thinking about a waitress…at a bar? Brooke must have really done a number on Mason because he had gone from being engaged to a socialite to fantasizing over a bar maid. Oh boy, she needed to save her man from a massive mistake and she needed to do it as quickly as possible…before Mason got in too deep.

  “Thank you, Lexi. I really appreciate it.”

  “Of course.”

  They said their goodbyes and Brooke thought about how she was going to approach Piper. Should she just go up to the breathtaking woman and ask her about her intentions with Mason? Or should Brooke observe the woman, see how she acted if Mason came around. As she found herself walking into her place, she mapped out an action plan on how to remove Piper from the picture. She wanted her man back and she wasn’t going to let anything or anyone get in the way of that.

  Chapter 9

  Piper thought she was going to puke. Her entire body was sweating and she couldn’t sit still. She talked to Jax earlier in the day for two hours about nothing in particular, but had the most enjoyable time. They laughed together, never having to fill an awkward silence. He wanted to see her, but she told him she already had plans with friends. Why did she turn him down? She should have cancelled her plans with Mason and met up with Jax instead. She actually missed him and he missed her too, he made that quite clear over the phone.