Page 54 of Fear of Falling

WYATT

Icould still taste Josie on my lips as I let myself into my apartment, the taste of beer and coconut from her Chapstick clouding my senses. The smell of her perfume clung my clothes, the peachy-citrus scent quickly becoming my new favorite smell.

It took all my inner strength to not go back downstairs and knock on her door, just to kiss her again. Kissing her felt like breathing for the first time, and I’d felt an almost physical ache pulling away from her. It was like I’d never known I was drowning until she breathed life back into me.

I should feel exhausted, but all I could think about was Josie. The truth is, she was all I’d thought about since we met. Well, that and hockey. It was hard to believe only a week had passed since we found ourselves trapped in the elevator. Now that I’d met her, it blew my mind that we’d lived in the same building for a year, that I could have met her sooner.

Seeing her at the game, cheering me on, was indescribable. Seeing her inmyjersey. Sure, my family stood in the stands at most of my games, cheering me on and wearing my number as they watched me play. But having Josie there felt different. She wasn’t obligated to come and support me, yet she did.

I hated to admit it, but for the first time in my life, I wasn’t one hundred percent focused on the game. I switched spots on the bench with one of the guys during the game so I could lean to the side and see her. More than once Trevor or Bryton hit my shoulder to get my attention.

Knowing she sat in the stands, watching, lit a fire within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time this season, I hadn’t worried about my knee, losing another game or worrying about trying to maintain my reputation. Instead, I skated out onto the ice and put everything on the line.

I played like I did before my injury, and it felt amazing. Then there was breaking our losing streak. For a while there, I feared I’d forgotten what winning felt like. To feel that rush of adrenaline, that explosive feeling when you shoot the winning goal, the sound of fans cheering your name.

Tonight reinforced the love I have for what I do.

I have Josie to thank for that.

Tossing my keys on the counter, I made my way towards my room. Even though I took a shower after the game I needed to take another one to loosen up my muscles before bed. I knew I’d probably regret not taking an ice bath right after the game, but I was too eager to see Josie.

On the way to my ensuite, I slid my shoes off and put them in my closet. It was a habit after years of my mom nagging at me to put my shoes away and keep my room clean and tidy. As an adult I’d learned my mom was right about keeping a clean house—not that I’d admit that to her. When I was younger, it used to take me ages to find my hockey pucks and skates because my room was a mess. With my own place I made sure everything had its place.

With the shower started, I tugged my shirt up and over my head. My pants, boxers and socks followed before I stepped under the warm water.

I ducked my head under the waterfall shower head, letting it run down my face for a moment. There was no getting Josie off my mind. How her lips felt. Tasted. Her reaction when I bit her lip. I could still hear the little whimper she made.

My cock twitched under the stream of water at the recollection, and I found myself wondering how soft and receptive she would be if I did more than kiss her. I thought about Josie beneath me, our naked bodies pressed against each other, and I grew harder with each passing second. I couldn’t stand it any longer as I reached down and gripped my cock in my hand.

I’d had half a hard-on ever since Josie bent over the damn pool table at the bar. Her perfect ass encased in those tight jeans. At first, I tried not to stare, to be a gentleman and not objectify her. Shit, I only had so much self-control. How could Inotstare at her ass when it was right in front of me?

My throaty groan echoed off the tiles as I slowly stroked my cock, pausing briefly to reach for a little soap. I was no longer in control of my thoughts, or anything else for that matter as I imagined Josie on her knees before me, staring down into her gorgeous brown eyes that silently begged to have my cock deep in her throat. I wanted to bend her over, to watch her grip her ass open as I pounded away at her from behind, my thumb pushing into her ass while she begged me to fuck it next.

My hand stroked faster, wrist twisting at the base before sliding back up. Water hit my back as I leaned my other hand against the shower tile. My abs tightened as my hips involuntarily fucked my hand. As my groans grew louder, I tightened my grip, wishing it was Josie instead.Herhand.Hermouth.Herpussy. The images froze in my mind as I felt nearing the edge.

All it took was a few more thrusts of my hips, and I ejaculated across the shower tiles before me. Every muscle in my body tensed, my eyes squeezed shut as I gave my cock a final jerk.

Resting my forehead against the tiles, my cock twitched in my hand as I tried to catch my breath. It took a minute for my legs to stop shaking.

I can’t remember the last time I came that hard on my own.

Guilt worked its way through me as I straightened up, letting the water wash away the evidence.

I shouldn’t have done that while picturing Josie. I tried to be a gentleman earlier and here I am jerking off to the thought of her.

One thing I did know was that I hadn’t imagined the attraction and lust in Josie’s eyes as we’d stood outside her apartment. It wasn’t just my ego speaking, but I was certain that if we’d kept kissing, she would have dragged me into her apartment. Not that I would have argued. I just wished she was actually in the shower with me.

I quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. At least jerking off eased some of the pent-up post-game energy. Drying off, I walked naked back to my room and pulled on a pair of boxers. I could hear my phone buzzing away on my bed, reminding me I’d switched it to silent before we went to the bar. Like hell I’d waste time on my phone when Josie was right in front of me.

I wasn’t surprised to see multiple texts from my brothers congratulating me on a win. Of course, they wouldn’t be messages from Landon and Mateo without their special form of sarcasm thrown into it. There was also an apologetic message from mom, disappointed to miss the game. I would have loved for her to be there, to see me make the winning goal, but it wasn’t often she missed a game. She almost always came to a game.

I scrolled through the group chat I had with the team, rolling my eyes at some of the shit they’d sent over the course of the evening. Mostly wanting to know who wanted to go out and get plastered, with the usual follow-ups about fucking some hockey bunny. There were a few asking where Trevor, Bryton and I were at. Typically, after a win we’d venture out as a team, but that was the last thing I’d wanted to do tonight. Clicking out of the group message my eyes immediately went to Josie’s earlier texts. I stared at the last message she’d sent me.

Josie: Good luck tonight! You’re going to kick ass!

My thumb hovered over the call button. All I wanted was to hear her voice, even though it was less than an hour since we’d said goodnight. Before I could stop myself, I hit the call button and tapped to put it on speaker.

I didn’t know why, but I felt nervous.

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