30. Josie

30

JOSIE

" I t's been so long since we've had a girl's night," Tasha said, pouring tequila in the margaritas she was currently making. "Mila's coming right?"

"Yeah, she texted me that she'd be here soon. Lydia's on her way too." I finished putting a bunch of snacks in bowls, looking forward to including Mila in our little girl's night. There were no wild plans, just the four of us on the couch, drinking and talking about everything and anything. I also planned to put Wyatt's hockey game on.

Right on cue, a knock sounded on my door. Leaving Tasha to finish up with the drinks, I went to answer the door. A smiling, but nervous looking Mila stood, holding a bottle of wine.

"Hey!" I greeted stepping to the side. "Come in."

"Thanks for inviting me. I brought wine."

"Perfect." I led her to the kitchen where Tasha greeted her with a wide smile. "We're happy you came. Make yourself at home." I waved around my apartment.

"Your place is so cute."

"Thanks. I've slowly made it my own when I moved in a year ago." I moved around my kitchen grabbing glasses for all of us.

"I still can't believe you had no clue Wyatt lived in the same building," Tasha commented.

"You guys never ran into each other?" Mila leaned against the kitchen counter and asked.

"Nope. Or at least, not that I remember." There probably were a few times we passed by one another and had no clue.

"It's fate that you two got stuck together in that elevator," Mila said.

"Most definitely," Tasha agreed.

The three of us stood in the kitchen talking for a few minutes, before another knock came and the door opened. I grinned as Lydia strutted into the apartment also carrying a bottle of wine.

We were set for girls' night.

While Lydia was my boss, she also had that cool, older sister vibe to her. She was only a few years older than me at twenty-nine, although she looked younger with her shorter blonde hair and green eyes.

"Mila, this is Lydia." I introduced the two, taking Lydia's wine and putting it on the counter. "Her boyfriend plays with Wyatt." While the two greeted each other I moved to the living room, turning the television to the sports channel.

Wyatt's away game was set to air in the next twenty minutes. It felt surreal that I would soon watch the guy I'm seeing on the television.

"Margarita time," Tasha called out.

In a matter of minutes, all four of us nestled in the living room, margaritas in hand, snacks on the table, and the sports channel on. We still had a few minutes before the game started, which meant plenty of time for the girls to grill me about Wyatt.

"How are things going?" Tasha asked, twisting on the couch and throwing her legs over my lap. "You've been a little off the radar the last few days."

I felt myself flush with all their eyes on me. Admittedly, I'd been a bit…busy the last two days. If I wasn't at work, I was with Wyatt. Let's just say his apartment had undergone a good christening lately. It was like the two of us opened the floodgates, and now there was no stopping us. We simply couldn't get enough of each other. In some ways, Wyatt traveling for this week's game was probably a good thing. Can't always be wrapped up in our own bubble.

"She's blushing," Lydia smirked, sipping her drink.

"Something happened," Mila said, her eyebrows raised.

"Come on, tell us," Tasha prodded my thigh with her foot.

"Yeah, was he good with his mouth?" Lydia asked.

"Or his fingers?" Lydia added.

I glared at all three of them, which only made them laugh. Taking a huge gulp of my drink, I shook my head. "You guys are the worst."

"Don't worry. We'll get it out of you soon," Tasha grinned as she poked me with her toe. We both knew I'd tell her eventually—I couldn't keep anything from her.

"The game's starting," I declared, eager to change the subject off my sex life and onto the game.

"What kind of call was that!" I yelled at the TV as though the referee could hear me through the screen.

"He barely touched the guy!" Mila shouted right alongside me.

"Oh god, there really are two of them," Lydia muttered beside me. Echoing Tasha's words from the hockey game days earlier.

"Think we can escape with the wine?" Tasha whispered back.

"We can hear you," I said, shooting them a look. "Besides, we aren't that bad."

"Yeah, you are," Tasha said. "Your neighbors are going to complain. Again. There's a reason I banned hockey in our apartment years ago."

"They only complained twice," I pointed out.

"That you know of," Tasha retorted, shooting me a pointed look. Okay, maybe she was right. Our old landlord said if we didn't keep the noise level down, he would kick us out thanks to those few noise complaints.

"Fine." I slumped against the couch and turned my silent attention back to the game. I watched Wyatt skate across the ice, Trevor and Bryton alongside him, weaving in and out of their opponents. It was cool to watch the game on the television, but it didn't compare to watching them play in person. I could almost hear the sound of the skates cutting on the ice and feel the cold air in the arena.

When Wyatt scored his second goal, I let out a little cheer, trying my best not to scream as the buzzer sounded, ending the second period. Mila doing the same.

"What do you guys have planned for this weekend?" Tasha asked.

One by one the others answered. Mila had an event she had to do Friday night but was free Saturday. Lydia said she had to get the next issue ready but could hang out if we wanted to. Tasha turned to me next as all three of them looked at me expectantly.

I'd wanted to wait for the right time to tell them, but it seemed there was no time like the present.

"I'm meeting Wyatt's family." My voice was a little muffled as I sipped from my glass.

"Wait, what did you say?" Tasha leaned in.

"I'm meeting Wyatt's family," I repeated, my cheeks flaming as they waited for me to elaborate. "His younger brother has a football game and Wyatt invited me to come along."

I'd only decided the day before, when I'd overheard him on the phone with his brother. Just hearing how he talked and listened intently to whatever his brother said showed a whole different side to him. A side that loved and cared for his family. They were everything to him, and I wanted to meet the people that made him who he was. Plus, meeting them at a football game should be a lot less nerve wrecking than anywhere else.

"That sounds like it will be fun," Mila smiled. "I've met his family a few times. His mom is probably the sweetest person on the planet."

Her words eased my nerves a little. Meeting a guy's parents was always awkward in general.

"Do you want to go?" Tasha asked after a moment.

I didn't hesitate. "I do. I just…is it too soon? We've only been seeing each other for two, almost three weeks now, so I don't know."

"Only you can decide what's too soon or not," Lydia spoke.

"That's not helpful," I groaned.

"Jo," Tasha nudged me with her foot. "It's obvious you like him. This is probably the happiest I've ever seen you. I know you're scared, but you can't let the past ruin your life anymore."

Out of everyone in this room, Tasha was the one who'd been there through everything. She'd seen every side of me and still loved me like a sister.

"Who cares if it's too soon to meet his family, if you want to then do it," Tasha said, her brows slightly furrowed. "But if he so much as hurts you, I will chop his balls off."

Only Tasha .

I laughed.

"Thank you." I nudged her leg in return.

"Always."

The Knights won 3-1. Bryton scored the winning goal, which made Mila scream like a banshee at the television. Even though I knew it would be a while before Wyatt would see it, I sent him a congratulatory text.

The girls only stayed a little longer, since we all had work in the morning. I'd barely shut the door when texts flooded our Girl Group chat. It was nice to see Mila already fitting perfectly.

It was nearing 10 o'clock and I was already in bed in my pajamas, face glowing from the night mask I'd put on. My laptop was balanced on my thighs as I went through my camera's SIM card. I was in the middle of editing a picture when my phone buzzed beside me.

Catching sight of the name I instantly answered, putting it on speaker as I pushed my laptop to the side.

"Hey you ." Wyatt's voice filtered through the phone, making me smile.

"Hey. Congratulations on the win." Having Wyatt playing like his old self had reignited the team's fire. It was amazing to see. "The Knights looked good today!"

"Thanks. We played pretty well." I could hear him shuffling on the other side of the phone. "Another win definitely gives us a boost."

I settled back against my pillows as he talked about the game. I was more than happy to listen to him. It was like what he'd said to me in the elevator—if you're passionate about something, you should talk about it.

Fortunately, I could listen to him talk about hockey for hours. The passion in his voice made it evident how much he loved what he did. To me, it sounded like he felt like his old self for the first time in a while. The change in him since our meeting in the elevator was clear.

"How was your day?" Wyatt asked after a moment.

"It was good. Busy as usual, but I'm scheduling to meet up with Rick for the food truck article next week."

"Bet he is excited about that."

"He already offered me free food," I laughed.

"Think I can get in on that deal?"

"Hmm I don't know, I think Rick likes me more," I teased.

"I want to disagree, but I think you're right. I've been replaced." He shuffled once more on the other side of the phone. "What are you up to tonight?"

"The girls came over to watch the game, but they left a little while ago. Now I'm just lying in bed going through some photos for work. What about you? Are you going out with the team to celebrate?"

"I'd rather stay in and talk to you." His response made my heart sputter. "Plus, I'm rooming with Trevor, so I'll have the place to myself for a bit."

"All to yourself. What will you do?"

He was quiet for a moment before he answered, his voice low. "Want me to lie or do you want the real answer?"

My thighs pressed together at the change in his voice. That was all it took to turn me on.

"Real."

Wyatt didn't even hesitate to answer. "I'll be laying here thinking about how good your pussy tasted."

My mouth fell open in surprise, my pussy tingling at his words. I don't know what I'd expected him to say, but it wasn't that. My cheeks flushed and I was grateful Wyatt couldn't see me.

"Fuck." I muttered shifting beneath my sheets as the image of him between my thighs came to mind.

The man sure is talented with his tongue.

"Would be better if I was there," he said.

"W-what would you do if you were here?" I asked, swallowing thickly. I wasn't the most confident or experienced when it came to dirty talk, and for some reason, doing it over the phone made me even shyer. But I liked how Wyatt pushed me out of my comfort zone.

"There's a lot I would do if I was there," he said, with a slight growl in his tone. "I would spend a lot of time between your legs. Teasing, edging."

Balancing my phone on my chest I snaked my hand slowly down the front of my shirt, fingers playing with the hem of my night shirt above my panties.

Any work I'd focused on before Wyatt called was completely forgotten. Now the only thing on my mind was the sound of Wyatt's voice and the throbbing between my thighs.

"Would you like my fingers sliding inside you? Feeling how wet you are."

"Yes," I said, my breath hitching in my chest, fingertips teasing my clit over my underwear. I could feel how wet I already was, and all Wyatt has done is say a few words.

"I know what you want to do, now tell me how it feels sliding one of those delicate little fingers across your clit."

My entire face was on fire, yet I did what he said, sliding my hand beneath my underwear. A simple touch of my finger to my clit made me gasp.

"Mmm. I love the noises you make."

I could hear something through the phone before Wyatt let out a soft groan of his own. The fact he was touching himself had me mirroring his groan, dipping my finger inside me before coming back to my clit.

"You have no idea how hard I am thinking of you."

I could hear the soft sound of his hand stroking his length. "Wish I was there congratulating you on the win," I said, hearing the lust and need in my own voice.

I want him here with me.

"Yeah, baby? I can't think of a better way to celebrate than fucking you."

I moaned softly at his words. My hips moved against my hand, wanting more.

"Slide a finger in for me," Wyatt demanded.

I obeyed, sliding two fingers into myself, feeling my pussy tightening around them.

Definitely not as good as Wyatt's cock that's for sure.

Moving my fingers, I lowered the phone so that Wyatt could hear how wet I was.

"That's my girl," Wyatt encouraged. "Bring your other hand up and pinch those nipples for me."

"Shit," I cursed under my breath at the zing of pain that went straight from my nipple through to my very core. It took a moment for my fogged-up brain to grasp what he'd said.

My girl.

Sure, he said it in the moment, but the words made my heart soar. I love the sound of being Wyatt's girl.

"Fuck me, please," I begged.

"I love hearing you beg," Wyatt moaned, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the phone. Knowing he was as turned on as I was, fueled me to finger my pussy faster.

"I need to feel your tight pussy pulsing around my cock," he growled.

I'd never gotten off on phone sex before; always needing more than just ‘come for me' or ‘suck my cock' to get me there. Yet here I was, fingering my pussy, so wet and turned on, getting closer and closer to coming, all just from Wyatt's voice. My mind went into overdrive, picturing him there with me, watching me fuck myself, telling me how pretty I looked spread out in front of him.

Wyatt's voice drew me closer to the edge. My calves and toes cramped, and my abs tensed as I tried to reach deeper within me. There was no chance of stringing any words together, my entire body focused on one thing.

It was like Wyatt instinctively knew that he continued his coaxing.

"You can do it, baby. Come for me. Come all over those fingers."

I was too far gone to care about how loud I moaned at the sound of my fingers moving in and out of my pussy.

"That's it. That's my girl."

Listening to the sound of him stroking himself, groaning under his breath as he chased his own release, sent me over the edge. I came fiercely, my body trembling as I cried out. My eyes rolled back, my entire body taunt as every nerve ending went haywire. I could barely hear Wyatt coming over the roaring in my ears as I came so hard my thighs shook.

With my fingers still buried deep within me, I slumped back against the pillows breathing heavily. I had no concept of how much time passed before I could open my eyes, and my breathing slowed. I needed to go clean myself up, but I couldn't manage it quite yet.

"Feeling okay?" Wyatt asked after a few moments.

"More than okay," I sighed.

His chuckle made my lips twitch. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm great." I could hear the smile in his voice. " Though I kind of have a random question."

"Shoot." My voice still a bit breathless.

"How do you feel about toys?"

I paused, unsure if I'd heard him right. "Toys?"

"Mmhmm."

"Uhhh…I mean, I have one," I said shyly, even though I had nothing to be ashamed of. Tons of women had sex toys, and if they didn't, they should. But I know some guys don't like them; i.e.my ex.

"You have one?" Wyatt's surprise was clear through the phone. "And where was this the other day?"

"I um…I wasn't sure you'd be okay with it."

"Babe," I heard him move before his voice came through more clearly. "I have zero problems using a sex toy. I'll tell you now, we're definitely using them."

And now I'm turned on again .

"You'd better make sure it's charged before I get home tomorrow," he demanded.

I nodded before remembering he couldn't see me. "I will."

"Good girl."