I listen to the radio as I wait for her, finding it hard to sit tight. It’s in my nature to help, and while she doesn’t want it, that’s not going to stop me once she’s living with me. A curtain moves in the living room window, and I spot a couple of girls who don’t look familiar peeking out. Maize grabs the curtain and yanks it shut and I can’t help but laugh. I also can’t help but wonder what she’s saying about me, or the names she’s calling me.
She finally comes out with a big bag, and a backpack. I jump from the Jeep, take them from her, and toss them into the back. Inside the vehicle, I turn to her. “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” she says and hands me a manila envelope.
“What’s this.”
“My rental agreement. Good luck getting anything done.”
I nod and lean over her to put it into my glovebox. My arm lands on her legs, and her sweet scent washes over me. My dick instantly hardens and I marshal him into submission.
Not going there, buddy.
“Sorry about that,” I tell her. “Just don’t want to lose this.”
I shove the envelope into the box for safekeeping, with plans to personally visit the address on the agreement. Her landlord might be able to bully five college girls, but let’s see how he fares against me and half my team. It also doesn’t hurt that my dad is a Supreme Court judge.
We drive back to my frat house, and instead of parking in my spot, I go around to the back door. I park and I’m about to get out, when she asks, “Why are we parked around back?”
I gesture to the door. “No outside steps, and with your boot, I thought it would be easier. You were hobbling when you left your place.”
“I’ve been on it too long. I need to get it elevated.”
She exits the vehicle and I gather up her bags. I follow her, and open the door. She steps inside. “This is a really nice frat house,” she says.
“I’d give you a tour, but you need to be off your feet.” I gesture to the back steps leading upstairs. “How about I take your things to my room, and I’ll come back for you.”
“I can walk.”
I drop her bags and put my hands on her shoulders. “Any more pressure on your foot today is just going to slow recovery. Wait here, and I’ll be right back for you and help you up the stairs, Okay?”
“What if…someone comes along and thinks I’m breaking in the back door or something?”
I grin. “It’s funny where your mind goes.”
“I watch too many legal thrillers. Must be the lawyer-wannabe in me.”
“Wait here.”
She sits on the steps as I hurry up the stairs and drop her bags in my room. When I return to her, she’s sitting in the exact same position.
“Excuse me,” I say in a deep voice as I descend the stairs. “Do you have permission to be here?”
Her shoulders stiffen and she stands, spinning to face me. My God, if looks could kill. “Christian, that’s not funny.”
“I’m sorry.” I quickly put my hands on her shoulders. She relaxes beneath my touch. “I thought that would be funny, but it’s not.”
“Then why are you smirking?” she challenges.
“Not smirking. This is just my serious face.” Before she can say anything, I scoop her up and a little yelp catches in her throat. Her hands go around my neck, her thumbs right at the base of my hairline.
“You could have given me a warning.”
“Knowing you, you’d probably protest.”
She opens her mouth, but as I start to carry her, she falls silent, her body soft and pliable against mine while I carry her up the long flight of stairs and into my room. I quietly kick the door shut behind us and set her on my bed. I sink down to the floor in front of her, going to one knee as I take her boot and set it on my thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice low and breathy.
“You’ve been in this too long. How about we take it off and get this ankle elevated.”
She nods and reaches down, but I capture her hand. Her gaze flies to mine as I put her hand on the bed. “I got this.”
“You don’t know—”
I laugh. “I’m a baller, Maize. Trust me, I’ve been injured before and know how a boot works.” I deflate the balloon inside, and release the straps. She exhales as the pressure is released. I set the boot aside, and she exhales.
“That feels so much better.”
“Good, now lay back, and let’s get some pillows under it.”
She shimmies back on my king-sized bed, positioning herself in the middle, and I prop one pillow behind her and grab the others to get her leg up. I carefully cup her long, strong calf and lift, sliding the pillows under. She releases her hair from the ponytail and it fans out as her eyes fall shut.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs, and my cock stands up to take notice. I’d do almost anything to hear her say those exact words while I was moving inside her. I scrub my face as my stupid brain takes a moment to visualize it.
“Christian.”
My head jerks up. “Yeah.”
“You look like you’re in agony too. Do you need to elevate something?” As soon as the words leave her mouth, a pink flush crawling into her cheeks. “I mean…it’s just…does something hurt?” She lifts her arms and lets them fall, hitting the bed with a thump. “You had a game the other day, did you get hurt, is something swollen?” A garbled sound of agony comes out of
