EroticReverie

Cooper Callahan 

I know she told me to stay out of it and let it go. But she clearly hasn’t picked up on the fact  I won’t argue or ignore her safety. And that includes unwanted advances from a man old enough to be her father. 

So after I drop Josie off back home. The first thing I do is text Tony. 

“She’s not interested.” I say plainly. “And. You’re married.” I remind him. Cheaters pissed me off. 

“Not yet.” He replies. 

I growl at my phone. 

“You hitting that Callahan? Is that the problem? You screwing her?” He asks and I clutch my phone so hard I might break it. 

“If you’re already fucking her. Just let me know and I’ll back off.” He says. 

He wouldn’t back off if Josie said no. Only if another man told him he was already with her. What a piece of shit.

“She’s not interested. Leave her alone.” I type. 

“What did she tell you?” He asks. 

“Nothing. Other than she’s not interested in you.” I type. 

“I’m rich and good looking. Of course she is.” He says and I roll my eyes and snarl. 

“Money is powerful thing. You’ve seen the ass on her. And I plan on buying it. Tell me her favorite things.” He types and I growl.

“Talk about her ass again and we’re going to have a problem Tony.” I reply. 

“I’d pay her good money for That juicy little peach smacking off my hips.” He types. 

“Do you have a death wish?” I type back. Tony was a douche but he’d been tolerable these past three years since he bought the team. I knew he was a sleaze by the way he talked about women and his own wife. Bragging about the things he could get his wife to do in the bedroom. How she was so vanilla when they met but now he had made her a “little freak” in his words. 

“Easy Callahan. We’re brothers. Help a guy out.” He says. 

“No. Don’t ask again. And don’t fucking hit on her anymore or I swear I’ll slice your neck open with my skates.” I say. 

“So you ARE fucking her. lol. Good for you. Tell me one thing, how’s the pussy? I bet it’s nice and tight isn’t it?” 

“Fuck off Tony. Don’t fucking hit on her again. This is your only warning.” I reply. 

“So selfish with your toys. One day you’ll understand the benefits of sharing your women with other men.” He says and I just grit my teeth as i stare at my phone. 

Not a chance. I’d never share a fucking woman with a man. Especially not Josie. To each their own when it came to swingers and such. But the idea of watching or knowing about another man touching what was mine. No fucking thank you. And I’d fucking KILL a man if Josie was my girl and they tried to lay a finger on her. 

I don’t reply and he doesn’t send anymore messages. 

———

The next day I pick up a grumpy Josie so she can ride to the stadium with me today since she doesn’t have her new car yet. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask as she shuts my door a little too hard and throws her seatbelt on. 

Uh oh. She’s not responding and doesn’t look at me. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. Already knowing the answer. 

She huffs and crosses her arms. She’s wearing a white sweater , long sleeved with a nice v neck that has her cleavage calling to me when he crossed arms make them press together even more. She’s got white mittens on today and dark blue jeans and a pair of black suede boots over them. 

“I told you not to say anything. And what did you do Cooper?” She asks just staring out the window. Not looking at me. 

I sigh. 

“Listen..” I say gently and she turns her head to me. 

“No, YOU listen. Quit inserting yourself into my fucking life when nobody fucking asked you to.” She says and my brows lift. Ouch. 

“Right.” I say. Because I wasn’t arguing with that. She hasn’t asked me to become her protector. So we flirted and had phone sex. She never asked me to take it upon myself to look out for her. but. How could I not? It’s fucking Josie. 

I can see the little bit of regret in her face for her words but she doubles down and glares out the window again. No apology. No more words. 

“As you wish.” I mutter and pull away from the curb. 

——

I’m shit at practice. So entirely unfocused. Watching the rookies ham it up for Josie , making her laugh and posing for the camera while they’re on the ice. 

“You go out drinking last night?” My coach asks. I look at Russel. 

“No. Why?” I ask. 

“You put your skates on backward?” He asks and I roll my eyes already knowing he’s about to lecture my performance. 

“No coach” I grumble. 

“Then what the fuck is happening out there? “ he says in distress.  I know he counts on me. I know I always give a hundred percent and that my hundred percent is more than anyones elses one hundred percent. 

“I’m sorry” I say and spit on the ice as he stands there behind the barrier and I watch Josie near the door as two of the guys are looking at her camera as she shows them the shots she just took.  I wasn’t jealous of her talking to other guys on the team. But I WAS fucked up about the fact she wasn’t talking to me, at all. 

“God damnit Callahan.” Russell says and my eyes direct back to him and he’s looking down to where my focus was and has been the entire fucking time. To the pretty little fucking heart breaker in her god damn white mittens. 

“What?” I ask. Trying to pretend he’s making a wrong assumption.

“Last thing I need right now is you fucking up your game because you’re distracted by the shiny new toy.” He growls. I growl right back. 

“She’s not a fuckin toy” I glare at him. My chest puffing. I knew coach didn’t mean anything by it. But I still didn’t like it. 

He shakes his head and drags a hand down his face. 

“Just get your head back on the fucking ice.” He says and I nod. Easier said than done. 

The rest of practice. I’m shit. Like I’ve never played a single game in my life. 

The rookies are quiet in the locker room. Because if coach is upset with my performance , I’m a hundred times more upset as I slam my shit around. Cursing under my breath and muttering bullshit to myself.  A few of the others ask me what was going on with me today. I’d just sent them one single look, enough for them to know to back the fuck off. 

Josie is waiting by the main door to the stadium as I exit with my bag over my shoulder. Talking with a few of the guys and I stop and wait for her. Being that I have to drive her home. 

“I called an Uber.” She says. “You can go.”

It’s not mean or rude or dismissive. She says it easily and with a friendly smile but I grit my teeth and take a deep fucking breath. 

“Well cancel it.” I say. She stops talking to the others and looks at me. They look back and forth between us. 

“I’m good. Thanks.” She says and then goes on talking. I lick my teeth. This girl was pushing it. So this was her plan ? To shut me out completely because I’d taken action instead of letting Tony hound her? 

“Hey. Get lost.” I say to the guys and they look at me and then at Josie and they say goodbye to her as she glared at me. Only breaking the angry look on her face to smile at them and wave goodbye as they walk off. 

“I don’t know who you think you are Callahan.” She says as I take a few steps towards her and she lifts her chin and her eyes narrow. 

I bang my fist on my chest. The tiniest twitch of her lips has my attention and she huffs and rolls her eyes to hide it. 

“I’m the man that bangs on his fucking chest for you. So quit your little fucking attitude , cancel the Uber and get yourself and your fucking mittens in my god damn car Josie.” I growl. I watch her take a deep breath. 

“Screw you. You can’t just be …be…be so…” 

“Be what Josie? Go on say it. You wanna be mean to me again, go right ahead. But it isn’t gonna work.” I say. 

“Mean to you?!” She squeaks. 

“Yeah. This morning. That was rude as fucking hell and you know it. I try to make sure you’re not harassed by a fucking sleaze and you shit on my feelings. That was fucking mean.” I say and she frowns. 

“I asked you not to.” She says. 

“I never agreed to not say anything. The only thing I agreed to , was to stop talking about it with you at the diner. “ I say and she clenches her jaw. 

“It wasn’t your place to anything. I can handle myself.” She says and crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Listen to me. And listen to me good Josie” I say and she sucks in another breath as I take a step closer. Toe to toe with her and I lift my hand up and side my finger under her chin and make her chin lift higher. 

“Why? You don’t listen to ME.” She argues. 

“I listen to every single thing you say Josie. But YOU don’t listen to ME.” I say. 

“I’m not going to let anyone disrespect you or make you uncomfortable. Not if I can fucking help it. So if that’s a fucking red flag or some deal breaker bullshit to you. Then tell me now. And I’ll back the fuck off entirely. Because it’s non negotiable for me. If you’re my girl then you’re MY fucking girl and I’ll take care of Tony and any other fucker that thinks he can hit on you.” I say.

“But….im not your girl” she says. 

“You give me gold stars, flirt with me so good my dick hurts every fucking second of the day, and you let me hear how wet I fucking had you the other night.  If you’re not my girl Josie, than what are ya baby?” I ask and she bites her lip. 

“You said it was just flirting” she says. 

“You been flirting with anyone else?” I ask and she shakes her head. 

“You been fucking that sweet sounding little pussy with other men on the phone ?” I ask and she whimpers and shakes her head. 

“Then you’re my girl.” I say and she bites her lip. 

“But you won’t actually date me or have sex with me.” She says. 

“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, you hear me Josie? Mine.” I say and she nods and I groan as I look at her parted mouth. 

“Now get your sweet little fucking mittens and ass in my car Josie. So I can take my girl home.”