Page 45 of Unrivaled Love (D.C. Renegades #2)

Jo

Practice Makes Perfect

"I love your boobs?" What the hell? I poke the sleep out of my eyes as I focus on the bright screen. I kept the volume up high all night so if Bryson called I’d hear it. I’m so frustrated we have missed each other the last few days. It’s cruel of The Universe to mess with us like this.

But at least he likes my boobs.

I jump out of bed and brush my teeth. I know he can't smell my morning breath through the phone but I can smell it.

Even with our lack of communication, I've been putting my vibrators through the ringer trying to keep up with my craving for Bryson.

I fluff my hair in the mirror to make myself feel better. I'm feeling a little spicy so I strip off my sleep shirt and slide back onto my bed. I prop the phone up on the nightstand and realize I wouldn't be able to do so if Bryson hadn't insisted I get furniture. The man had a game plan all along.

I take a deep breath and start the call.

As it rings I feel myself get excited just to speak to him.

These last few days I’ve doubted our ability to do this for the first time since he left.

To stay together even when we're apart. When I'm at practice or meetings or working out I don't think of him.

My mind is on the game and the work I need to do.

It's every other moment that he consumes my thoughts. I even went so far as to watch old interviews of him last night before I fell asleep on the sofa so I could get a taste of his humor and hear his voice .

The phone rings four times and then, "Jo. Babe, sorry I can't do the video I'm driving."

"Oh, that's too bad I'm topless."

"Jesus Christ." He spits out and then I hear the sounds of fabric rustling and followed by the crunch of tires on the side of the road. "Hold on, I'm calling you back. Don't move."

I smile as the call disconnects and he calls me instantly.

"Hey Bryson."

"Holy hell, Jo, my mouth is watering."

"Yeah?"

“Yeah. I’m getting hard just looking at you.”

“Good morning to you too.” I tease.

“Yeah, yeah, hi.” He says. “Fuck I want to touch you so bad.”

"Well, what if you talked me through what you'd do if you were here?" I give him a little shrug and the sheet slips off my chest an inch.

"You want me to tell you how to touch yourself? Can I touch myself too?"

"Aren't you in your car?"

"Yeah but, shit, you’re beautiful.” He wipes his hand down his face as he struggles with his desire. “If we start messing around I might come in my pants."

"Okay then, it's only fair."

"Yes." He cheers as he lifts up to slide his joggers down his hips. I catch a little glimpse of his cock and I bite my lip. This is the wildest thing I've ever done. "Okay Killer, start with those tits I love so much. Cup them, squeeze them, and then roll your nipples between your fingers."

"Oh, yes." I whimper as my hands find my sensitive skin. "Oh, Bryson, I wish you were here."

"I know baby, I know. But you're going to listen to me and get off to my voice."

"Yes."

"Are you wet, baby?" He asks and I can feel how aroused I am between my thighs but I slide a finger down anyways. When it feels coated I pull it up and show him.

"So wet." I report.

"Oh fuck. Lick your finger Jo." I pull my finger into my mouth and experience my taste. I hum in satisfaction. "You're delicious aren't you?"

"It's, like, tangy." I tell him and he inhales deeply.

"Your pussy is the best thing I've ever tasted. I can't wait to put my mouth on you again."

"Oh Bryson, I want that so bad."

"Do you have a toy nearby?"

"Yeah."

"Get it. Turn it on low."

I reach into the drawer and pull out the clit sucker he sent me. I get it into place and turn it on and the sensation on my already swollen flesh sends my hips up into the air.

"Oh god, Bryson, I'm already so close."

"Me too Jo, me too. Fuck, I miss you so much. Use your fingers to caress your neck and chest. Gently, just enough to tease you as you climb higher and higher from the toy."

I breathe in. "Okay." I breathe out. "Okay."

“Fuck, you're stunning." He struggles to get the words out and I can hear the jerk of his hand on his flesh. "Jo my dick is so hard.”

"Show me."

He pulls his phone out of the holder and tilts it down so I can see how he's stroking himself. He's only using his thumb and index finger for short, swift pumps.

"Fucking grip your cock Bryson. Be rough with him. I want him begging for me and my touch. "

"Shit Jo. He's so mad it's my hand and not yours. Or your pussy."

"Or my mouth." I tell him and he groans.

"Yes, your mouth." He throws his head back and I watch the muscles in his neck and jaw flex. "Fuck, I'm so close, Josie. Turn up the toy."

I press the button and immediately my body spasms. "Oh god, Bryson, I'm there. I'm right there."

"Grab your tit Jo, show me." He says and I watch his eyes focus in on my hand as I massage my tit and then move to the other. I can see the screen bouncing as he jerks himself harder.

"Yes, oh, yes." I cry out as the first tingles travel through my veins. My eyes flutter shut.

"That's it Josie, let go." Bryson says and I open my eyes to see him staring at me. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

That does it for me and I shatter. I soar higher than I’ve ever been and then the world comes tumbling down.

I turn to see Bryson has closed his eyes and he slowly strokes himself to finish. With a final exhale he releases his grip on his cock and pulls his t-shirt off to clean himself up.

"Fucking hell Jo, that was intense."

"Yeah," I agree but I don't feel relieved or even glowy. My chest is tight and emotion sits heavily behind my eyes. He’s not here to hold me. I’m not able to hold him.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

“Nothing, I'm fine." I'm quick to say but my words are thick with my gathering tears.

"You're not, what can I do?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon Jo there's got to be something."

"No. There isn't. Unless you can fly here and hold me right now there's nothing you can do.” My words convey the frustration I’m feeling. “I miss you, Bryson. I miss talking to you and seeing your stupid face and being with you. I don't know if I can do this anymore."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where is this coming from? Jo.” He slides his pants up and gets closer to the screen.

“Josie, we just got each other off so well because we’re incredible together and I know it's not the same to do this over the phone but you'll be finishing up your season soon and then you can come here for a bit. "

"And then go back to not being with you when the season starts again? I don’t know if I can, Bryson.” I hate that my doubt is speaking for me. I want to be strong for him. Be his Killer. But this distance is wearing me out.

"I know baby, I know.” He brushes the screen to try and wipe the tears that are spilling down my cheeks. I don’t know where this emotion is coming from. “This isn't easy. This fucking hurts. I crave you. I walk around in a fog all day dreaming of you. But I'm not a quitter. I will not quit on us."

"I'm not a quitter either." I insist but some of the power is diminished by the weakness in my voice.

"Oh, baby, I want to hold you so badly. You know that right? You know I'm over here suffering just as much as you are, if not more.” He pauses. “You're way hotter than I am."

A soggy laugh escapes me.

"Sure." I roll my eyes and check what my face looks like in the camera. It's splotchy and snotty and I don't look good at all.

"No, it's true. You're it for me Jo and you're perfect and I hate that we're apart. Watching you cry is killing me. I wish I had a solution but I won't let either of us give up on our sport for the other. And I won’t let either of us give up on what we have either."

I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just, it's been a lot. "

"I know Josie, I know. ” He reassures me. “We'll figure it out. We'll get better at this. We need to practice it."

"You're right." I tell him because he is. I have little experience with relationships in general and never with a long distance one. We need to practice. We need to condition our hearts to handle this just like we train for our careers.

"You better, Killer?" He asks and I smile.

"Yeah, just got overwhelmed. I'm good."

"It's okay to get overwhelmed. I feel it too. I gotta get to the rink but I'll text you later."

"Okay."

"Have a good morning Jo, and enjoy your day. I love you."

"I love you, too."

We hang up and I release the rest of my tears as I stare at my ceiling. I feel almost dizzy from the rollercoaster of emotions I just rode.

Bryson is right though, we just need more time to work it out. To practice and get better at this.

And I hadn't really thought about how he's going to continue traveling even if I head to D.C. in the off season. So we'll still be physically separated half the time.

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