The Game (That Girl, #2)(2)
Feeling guilty and like a typical ass, I finally let the surgeon know I’ll be okay and taken care of.
“I’ll call my driver and fly back to Colorado to one of my homes.”
“Who is there to help you?”
“Lincoln and Lynlee.”
“Good, I’ll set up a physical therapist for in-home services. We’ll do everything on our end to get you back out on the green.”
“How many nights do I have to stay here?”
“With how smooth the surgery went, I’d just like to observe you for the next couple days. Why don’t you make arrangements to fly out on Thursday?”
“Fine.”
“Do you want to call any family or friends?”
“Nope.”
“Levi, I’d like to help you through this.”
“Then I need more pain meds.”
Moments later a nurse walks in, and I watch as she injects something into the tube of my IV. She’s quite the hot piece of ass. I’d definitely be tapping that shit all night long. She even has a sweet smell covering her body that I could easily visualize myself consuming.
“Levi, this will make you drowsy,” she says, capping the needle.
I can’t seem to pry my eyes from the back of her as she reaches up to dispose of the needle and syringe in the red container. A strip of her flesh peeks out between her scrubs, and this narrow glimpse sets me on fire. I find my hand willing itself to reach out and touch her before she turns around.
“I’ll be your night nurse, so if you need anything, push this button. Oh, my name is Ashley, so just let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything.” She finishes off her word with a flirty little wink in my direction.
My insides turn with her looks, scent, and presence. I’d definitely be taking this one home for a couple nights. Yes, she’d be granted a VIP pass to the Wilks’ Wild Weekend Express, hosted smack dab in my bed at my mansion in Dallas. My hand finally responds, stretching out in her direction, and when she places her petite little palm in mine, I know I have her.
“Ashley, I could do so many things to you. I’d love to see those panties of yours…”
Before I can finish my last word, everything goes black.
***
“Sir, you’re not supposed to walk. I’ll get your wheelchair.”
“Just shut the f*ck up and get my bags.”
I let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For f*ck’s sake, in reality it’s my house. Lincoln and Lynlee have lived here since they married. They both wanted to stay in Colorado since it was the place they met, and Lynlee wanted to go to college. Lincoln lucked out and was drafted to Denver.
The *s have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t deny the fact; they fought tooth and f*cking nail to get it. They didn’t * out and let someone else call all their shots, and I, for one, wasn’t going to allow them to live in the home Lincoln and I were raised in.
Dad and Lincoln have truly worked through most of their shit, and Lincoln still came out the way he wanted. Played defense, went to the college he wanted, majored in what he wanted, dated who he desired, and let his middle finger fly to the rest who didn’t approve. Not me. I’m the oldest, and yearned for approval around every corner, leaving me with a hollow life.
“Sir, you are not supposed to walk.”
Turning to the na?ve puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you f*cking realize who you’re talking to? Do you?”
The young douche clams up. The look on his face is almost comical. Even in my weakest state, I have the power to bring pussies like him to his knees, and I enjoy every f*cking second of it. It might make me an arrogant ass, but being a dick is the only saving grace I possess.
“And you’re weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the f*ck up, already,” I add to sting the wound a little more.
I feel muscles rip and tear as I try to peel myself out of the limo. The pain is familiar and immediately reminds me of my younger days when my dad demanded perfection from each pass. I now have the same sensation years later trying to simply walk from a car to the front f*cking door of my own home. The pain is so intense I want to ask the young puke to honk the horn to get Lincoln’s attention to come help me, but then again it might be even worse to have the brother I envy help me.
I never would’ve thought ten simple steps would be the longest of my ever-loving life, but I want to be the dick to knock on my own door. I bet Lincoln is about to sit down and eat dinner with his wife, with his dog lying obediently at his feet. Fuck, I bet she’s the kind of woman to bake his ass chicken potpie every Thursday night. What a douche.
Before my hand instinctively turns the doorknob, I decide to ring the doorbell at the last minute. I chuckle to myself, imagining Lincoln complimenting Lynlee on his dinner and petting her knee under the table, only to mutter curse words when he hears the doorbell ring. Lincoln may be a wild spirit, and we might as well have different fathers, but I can call his next move from a mile away. Some might say we haven’t been brothers for years, yet I know him better than anyone on this earth, and right now he wants to knock the lights out on the f*cker ringing his doorbell, because he was moments from taking his wife to bed.
When the door opens, it’s neither Lincoln nor Lynlee looking back at me. To my utter amazement, my f*cking little bro has gone and hired the hottest f*cking home nurse. A blonde bombshell stands before me, and I try hard as I can to keep my jaw from dropping wide open. Every muscle in my body is aching, yet my cock has no problem springing to action for the juicy blonde. It’s obvious my home nurse hasn’t had the chance to change into her naughty little nurse outfit.