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Chapter
1
Levi
“Surgery
went well, Levi, but it looks like you’ll still be out about two
full months. You should be back on the field mid-season. My
advice is to rest up and follow your
physical therapy to
perfection.”
“Two months?” I question, hoping I heard him
wrong.
“Levi, your body can’t take many more hits, and it
definitely deserves a full
recovery.”
Trying to sit up in the
bed, I begin to argue again. “But football is my…”
“It’s
only going to take one wrong hit on your spine, and you’re done.
Done, as in the
rest of your career, or finished, as in a
wheelchair. Without a full recovery, your chances
of being in a
wheelchair the rest of your life is heightened.” Dr. Valentine
hesitates a
moment, jotting down some quick notes on a
prescription pad, and then continues. “It’s
your choice, Levi.
You need to give your body the time it needs to heal. I will be
the
only one clearing you to play again.”
The doctor’s
words are crystal clear, and I can see none of my razzle dazzle and
shit
talking will convince him otherwise. The words finished and
done scare the living shit
out of me. They are my worst nightmare
and truly haven’t been a reality for me until
now. I feel it
every morning when I get out of bed. Muscles, bones, and joints all
scream
in protest with every single movement. Just the simple act
of tying my shoes has been
painful.
I knew it would be a
vicious tackle to take me out, and it was. In a fucking
preseason
game where it’s understood to take it easy on the
players, especially the first string. I
guess karma is a
bitch. I saw number eighty-two flying in my direction, but chose to
put
all my faith in my linemen to block him or at least hold him
off until I released the ball.
There was a wide-open receiver for
a gain of about twelve yards, but I wanted the long
bomb for the
TD. When I saw my receiver finally open up in the end zone, it was
just
about the exact time the defender took me out. Lost the ball,
lost the game, and lost my
opportunity to play for two
months.
“Want me to contact your father? You’ll need someone
around.”
“No, I’m good.”
“Levi, I can’t stress to
you how important this recovery is. You’ll need someone
around
for physical and mental support. I don’t think any of your blonde
bombshells
will be much assistance at all.”
His last words
make me laugh because he’s absolutely right. None of my
frequent
weekend entertainment is in it for the long haul. They’re
all plum satisfied with a
weekend full of hot and heavy sex.
“No,
don’t call my dad. I don’t need his judgmental, overbearing ass
on me.”
“Well, you’re going to need some type of assistance
over the next two months. Who
else is here in Dallas?”
While
finally being able to shift my head enough to look out the window, I
answer,
“I’ll have my driver pick me up.”
“You’ll
need help, Levi.”
“I’ll fucking take care of it.”
Everything
inside of me wants to pick up the nearest object and chuck it at
the
window or the doctor’s face. Glass breaking or some bones
crushing under my hands
would feel brilliant right about now. I
have nothing left to live for until I can get back
out on that
field.
If I were my brother, Lincoln, I’d have a loving wife and
a dog at home to comfort
me while I heal. Instead, I have trophy
case after trophy case to console me—oh, and my
three Super Bowl
rings. The one thing about the trophies and rings is they are
amazing
and life altering to win in the heat of the moment and
during the passion of the game,
but the metal grows cold mighty
fast, leaving behind rapidly fading memories.
My dad has always
groomed me to be a living legend, something to talk about for
years
and years. Football was and has been my only option, throwing the
pigskin in the
back yard after school and on weekends, attending
every single football camp within a
hundred miles of home, and
watching tape after tape of game films. I could recite any
playbook
when I was six years old. Lincoln, on the other hand, loves football
as well,
but played it his way. He did it without dad’s
approval. And that’s my biggest regret; I
wish I could’ve been
strong like him. Instead, I was molded into my dad’s dream.
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 smoothly 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 me, 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 words 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 fuck up and get my bags.”
I
let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For
fuck’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
assholes have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t
deny the fact; they
fought tooth and fucking nail to get it. They
didn’t pussy 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
naive puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you fucking
realize
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
fucking second of it. It might make me an arrogant
ass, but being a dick is the only
saving grace I posses.
“And
you weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the fuck 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 fucking
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 even be 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
fucker 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 fucking
little bro has gone and hired the hottest fucking 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.
“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 fuck 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 fuck you doing walking
already, bro?”
“Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow
out...”
Not only do I say it, 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 and 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 up 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 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 fuck 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.”
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