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On the plus side, Olivia has been taking charge in the bedroom, and I am really starting to like it after always being in control.

“Your cognitive function looks good,” Dr. Bryant says, holding a light up to my eye. “You’ve really lucked out. The fact that you survived the crash and with so few injuries is incredible. Someone must have been watching over you that night. Just make sure you don’t do any strenuous activity until your ribs are healed.”

I flash a wicked grin at Olivia, thinking of what we did before we left the house, and she blushes.

“Your ribs should heal on their own over the next eight to ten weeks. I’d like to see you back here in two weeks for an X-ray of your arm. We should be able to remove the cast sometime in the next month.”

Olivia lets out the breath she was holding the entire time. “That’s great news.” She turns to me and kisses me on the cheek. “You’ll be pitching again in no time, baby.”

“I doubt it. The season will be over, and I will have already graduated by the time I can throw a ball.”

I wish I could be as positive as everyone else is about my career, but right now, I still feel like my life is over.

“I’d say baseball this year is unlikely, given the amount of time it will take for you to heal and get back into shape,” Dr. Bryant says, his tone firm. “I wish I had better news.” He picks up my chart from the table and tucks it under his arm. “I’ll let my staff know you need another appointment. Do you have any questions?”

“No.” I shake my head and reach out with my left hand to shake his hand, which still feels weird. “Thanks, Doc.”

Learning how to do things with my other hand has not been easy. I dropped the spoon in my soup bowl the first night I tried to eat with my left hand. Using a fork and taking notes in class were not any easier. The only things I can do right are change the channels on the TV remote and finger Olivia’s pussy. But, even if I broke every bone in my body, I would still find a way to take care of my girl.

The doctor leaves and closes the door to allow me to change back into my clothes. I slide off the table, and Olivia stands, tugging at the bottom of this stupid gown.

“I’ll do it for you.” She helps me lift it over my head without hurting my ribs or arm too much, and she shoves it into the trash can.

I grip my shirt in my hand, about to attempt to put it on when she takes it from me. Our eyes lock, and there’s so much pain and sadness behind hers, mirroring how I feel on the inside.

“You can do this, babe,” she whispers.

“I know. We will do it together.”

I slip my tongue inside her mouth, pulling her closer with my good hand to deepen the kiss. Her hands fall to my thighs, her fingers creeping dangerously close to the seam of my boxers.

Our mouths separate just long enough for me to whisper, “I need you to help me out with this.” I place her hand over my erection.

She smiles and slips her hand into the slit of my boxers. “I don’t know what I love more—you or your cock.”

The corners of my mouth turn up into a devious grin. “Well then, why don’t you be a good girl and show me how much you love us both?”

Without another thought, she strokes my dick a few times before she gives me the best hummer I’ve ever had. From start to finish, I tell her how much I fucking love her. And I mean it.





Chapter Sixteen





Olivia





Rumors are the work of the devil.

People have been talking about Mark and me since he left the hospital and moved into my apartment. He didn’t tell anyone, except for Luca and Hunter, where he would be living. They would never tell a soul. Mark has an undying bond with those two, the type of friendship that almost makes me jealous because of how loyal they are to one another.

Everyone thought Mark was living with his mother until some of his teammates showed up at her front door. She ratted us out, too drunk to realize what she was doing. Her stupidity started a huge argument with Mark and her about her going to rehab. Mark can’t even bend over to tie his shoes without feeling dizzy and in pain, so it’s a good thing he stashed away enough money to live on for a while and to help his family, but once the money is gone, he will have to earn his money the hard way. And it’s not like I have any money.

With the way my luck and this day have been going, I will most likely be out of a job. Sitting across from Professor Swanson, I am sweating bullets, so damn nervous that I want to vomit all over his desk.

I never meant for any of this to happen between us. I never wanted to fuck my student and like it. But our relationship was never normal, conventional.

Until today, I thought we were safe and that no one would tell on us. But I was wrong. My stomach knots like a pretzel, the bile coming up from my stomach, choking me. One week, and we would have been in the clear. But, no, someone had to open their mouth about us, and now, I am being humiliated by Professor Caldwell, a decrepit old bitch who walks like she has a stick up her ass and who spits when she talks.

“She should be punished for her actions,” Professor Caldwell says, the slobber already forming at the corners of her mouth. “Olivia broke the rules.”

Professor Swanson folds his hands on the desk in front of him and leans forward. “I don’t disagree with you, Carol, but I also think we should take a few things into consideration.”