Page 92 of Fear of Falling

“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.”

31

JOSIE

I’m totally freaking out.

My hands were sweaty and shaky, and I felt like I would throw up at any second. Not the best combination when I was minutes away from meeting Wyatt’s family. I desperately wanted to make a good impression on the people Wyatt loved the most. If they didn’t like me, they could easily convince Wyatt I wasn’t worth the effort.

Clenching the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, I tried to take some deep breaths.

It’s going to be just fine. They’re going to like me and everything will be okay.

That was my current mantra, although it did little to ease my nerves.

My phone pinged next to me, and I loosened my grip on the steering wheel slightly. A text from Wyatt flashed across my screen, telling me he was headed in my direction. Giving myself another second to get my nerves under control, I turned my car off. I grabbed my phone and reached across to grab my camera bag off the passenger seat. I figured, why not bring my camera in case there was something worth taking pictures of.

With one last, steadying breath I got out of my car, locking it behind me. Scanning the crowds heading for the stadium, I tried to catch sight of the man who made my heart pound. I was shocked at the amount of people there.

When Wyatt talked about his brother's football game, I’d thought it would be at a regular high school football field, but no. Instead, Wyatt had directed me to one of the Uni’s football fields. The parking lot was beyond packed as fans made their way to the entrances, everyone dressed in the team’s colors of blue and gray. You’d think everyone was there to see a Uni team play, not a high school team.

A few minutes passed before I spotted a familiar body heading in my direction. With the baseball cap pulled down over his face, it took me a second to recognize Wyatt.

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