The Game (That Girl, #2)(3)

“Well, are you going to invite me in, Nurse Nancy?”

“Excuse me?”

Talking slowly and deliberately, I say, “Are. You. Going. To. Invite. Me. In?”

“Who the f*ck do you think you are?” she asks, and the rush of her hot breath brushes my lips.

The smell is so sweet and tender it makes my cock bulge even further. I know one thing for sure; this nurse will be checking my blood pressure topless tonight.

“Levi,” comes a familiar voice, Lincoln. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair. What the f*ck you doing walking already, bro?”

“Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow out...”

Not only do I say it, but I also gesture with my hand grabbing myself.

Another voice joins the mixture and it’s Lynlee’s this time, “Levi, you made it.”

When her gaze hits mine, I see the same concern as in my brother’s eyes. They know I should be sitting, not standing. They know the consequences all too well.

Without, allowing her to respond, I relieve their stress. “Well, if Nurse Nancy would move her ass, I could get up into my bed and get down to business. I knew Valentine was setting up in-home therapy, but not an in-home nurse.”

Grabbing the inside of the doorjamb, I force myself into my house, and looking around the place, I really like what they’ve done with it. Looks like a home, the perfect loving home, and complete with two dogs to kick.

The big-tittied blonde looks mystified and almost a little horrified with my arrival. Doesn’t the bitch realize this is, in fact, my house? Or maybe she has no idea a three-time world champion just graced her with his presence.

“Weren’t expecting your patient to arrive so early or what?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

“I’m not a nurse.”

Losing my patience with this stuck up bitch, I demand, “Then who the f*ck are you?”

The bitch really has some balls, as I watch her step up into my face, pinning me down with her best death stare.

“Stop,” Lynlee yells and pushes her way in between us. “Levi, this is my best friend, Jazzy. She’s staying here with us.”





Chapter 2





Levi



“Damn, Lynlee, you always have that f*cking phone in your face smiling at it like an idiot?”

Walking into the living room, I spot Lynlee sitting on the couch, surrounded by her two mutts and smiling like a dumbass fool at her cell. It’s kind of funny. A few years back the girl never had a phone, and Lincoln had to teach her to text. Hell, it’s been a little over six months since she finally got her driver’s license. Lincoln, the ever-patient, loving man, had lost all of his patience with his Lynlee. She refused to get a license, but finally had no choice when Lincoln had to leave for training camp.

“Levi! You’re not supposed to be walking. My god, what’s it going to take to get this through your stubborn skull?”

“Calm your shit, girl. I’m going to sit here, and you’re going to get me coffee and some breakfast.”

“You’re such an *,” Lynlee replies with a slight giggle.

Like a good little sister-in-law, she hops up from the couch and makes her way to the kitchen. “Make it black, and just bacon will do.”

“Yes, superstar,” she hollers back.

I catch sight of her grin. I know deep down she loves living here with my brother, and she definitely loves my brother with all she has. Watching her move around effortlessly in my kitchen actually makes me proud. This floor design has one benefit, I guess. I never thought I’d see a happy woman floating between the open living room and kitchen. Never say never, I guess.

“Lincoln back in Denver?” I ask.

“Yeah, he left about four a.m. and didn’t want to wake you. He’ll be home on Tuesday.”

I already know the answer, but feel the need to ask. “He happy there?”

“He loves it, Levi. It was so hard on us at first. I mean, you know about all the driver’s license drama and me starting school. It was ugly. I felt like a shit, but didn’t want Lincoln to leave me,” Lynlee explains, as she hands me my breakfast and plops down next to me.

“Well, you could’ve gone with him. Denver is a great place.”

“This is my home, and when I say my home, I mean yours, too.” Lynlee giggles at her own joke and carries on with her reasons. “My hometown. I know all the nooks and corners and learned the ins and outs of the campus Lincoln’s senior year.”

I’ll never understand Lynlee’s complex thought process, not even after hearing the stories Lincoln confided in me while she was recovering in the hospital. It was the longest two months of all our lives. Her condition was touch and go for days on end, and with such limited genetic history, the doctors had very little to go on. When she lost the baby, the doctors couldn’t get the bleeding to stop. Nobody talks about the baby. Not a word.

“I see,” I finally mumble.

“How do you feel, Levi? Neck injuries are serious, and I swear if I see your ass out of that wheelchair, I’m going to kick you in the damn kneecap.”

I can’t respond to Lynlee. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s about the surgery and my not being on the field, or if it’s because it’s someone who genuinely cares about me.