All of the thoughts in my head disappeared as I felt my blood rush toward my third leg as I watched with rapt attention as Bailey lifted her hips and pulled her slim fitting black pants down to her knees. Her red blouse was long enough to cover her lower half, but I could see from the side that she was wearing black lace underwear.
“You have a first aid kit?” Bailey asked, pulling me out of his trance.
Bailey’s scent was filling my nostrils, and it took a herculean effort for me to stand up and walk to the bar cart in the corner of my office. I grabbed a hand towel that was folded on the cart and put some of the ice from the champagne bucket I was using to keep our bottles of sweet tea cold and made her an ice pack. I was about to walk to her when I doubled back and grabbed another towel from the cart and a bottled water from the mini fridge next to it. I opened it and wet the towel before bringing everything back to Bailey.
When I sat down on the table again, I put her foot back in my lap, and immediately realized that was a mistake when I heard her sharp intake of breath. I thought I might have hurt her by grabbing her ankle too hard until I looked at her and noticed that she was staring at the outline of my erection against my left thigh, which is exactly where her foot was resting. But when she didn’t move her foot, I chuckled and winked at her.
I gently placed the ice pack on her ankle, and she took the wet towel from me and dabbed at her knee. Thank goodness I didn’t have carpet in my office because her knee was dripping blood onto my luxury vinyl floor.
“Bailey, I think we need to get you to the ER. Your knee may need to be sewn up, and your ankle might be broken or at the very least, badly sprained.” I was amazed at how normal my voice sounded because everything in me wanted to bend her over this couch and go balls deep inside of her. But I never took a woman against her will, so I ignored the sexual desire her nearness was building inside of me and focused all my brain power on tending to her ankle, which looked to have grown in size since I made the ice pack.
“No, I don’t need the ER, I just need to elevate it and put a band aid on my knee.” That sentence right there just told mehow stubborn she was going to be about this, but when she took the wet towel away from her knee, I almost passed out from the amount of blood on it.
“Nope, baby, look at your knee and the size of your ankle. You’re way past elevation and a band aid.” Before she could protest, I stood up and went to get a dry towel. When I came back I wrapped it around her knee and helped her stand up. When she placed her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance, I reached down to pull her pants up.
As I pulled her pants up over her thick thighs, my long fingers brushed against the sides of her soft ass, and I couldn’t stop the pained groan that escaped my mouth because my dick was so hard right now I wouldn’t be surprised if it could break diamonds. I exhaled a deep breath and yanked her pants up with a little too much force and my hands shook as I quickly buttoned and zipped them.
“Get on my back,” I said, turning around and I smiled when she hopped on without any protest.
Once she was stable on my back, I reached down to grab her heels and big ass purse and texted Lloyd to bring the car to the front of the building.
Bailey
Isat in the patient room in the ER waiting for a doctor. When I looked over at Titan, his large body looked uncomfortable sitting in the small plastic chair next to my bed, but he didn’t complain.
“You didn’t have to wait with me but I’m glad you did.” I hated hospitals so I was truly appreciative of his company.
“It’s no problem.” He reached for my left hand and gave it a kiss.
I turned my head toward the door to hide my face so he couldn’t see my cheeks blush from that brief kiss. As I was looking through the glass door, I saw Dante, walking around the ER peeking through the doors, and I sighed because I knew he was looking for me.
“Titan, can you please go out there and bring my brother Dante in here. He’s out there looking through rooms; you can’t miss him.” Titan nodded his head and left.
Seconds later Dante was rushing into my room.
“What the hell happened? Are you all right? I rushed down here because Ant just called me cussing me out saying he got an alert that you were in my hospital, and he thought I didn’t tellhim on purpose. He said he tried calling you.” Dante was talking a mile a minute while simultaneously examining my injuries.
I was dressed in a hospital gown because I couldn’t roll my pants up high enough to show the doctors the cut on my knee, and when my brother saw it along with my ankle he frowned.
“So, what the hell happened? Your knee is going to need to be cleaned but it looks worse than it actually is; you might need a couple of stitches. I can clean that for you and wrap it so it can stop bleeding. But your ankle may have a hairline fracture,” Dante said, gently lifting my ankle to inspect it and I could tell from his voice that he was now in doctor mode.
“You should call Ant before he comes down here raising hell. He sounded like he was barely keeping it together since the last place he tracked your phone before coming here was Titan’s office, he thought he may have done something to you.” Dante’s voice was cool and calm but his facial expression, as he dabbed a gauze on my knee, was tense. We both knew the hell Anthony could raise when he was angry, so I quickly got my phone from my purse and dialed him. I cursed under my breath when I saw that I didn’t have a signal, and Dante gave me his phone. I watched as he continued to clean my knee as I dialed Anthony’s number.
“Is she alright?!” Anthony’s panicked voice answered after half a ring.
“I’m fine, I don’t have a signal in this hospital,” I said and immediately told him what happened and how Titan insisted that I come to the ER. When I finished, Anthony was significantly calmer.
“You better call me as soon as you get home. I love you, sis.”
“I promise to call you when I get home, love you Anty,” I said, calling him what I used to call him when I was younger and couldn’t pronounce his name correctly. Him and Dante both laughed, and he hung up after calling me a brat.
“Call me too when you get home, sis. I have to go round on my patients. You have me on your medical release, so I’ll have your doctor update me. Love you B,” Dante said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. When he was gone, Titan, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke.
“I thought I might have heard your brother wrong when we were at the pizza place when he said he showed up after tracking your phone, but damn…he really tracks your phone? You’re ok with that?” His voice was a mixture of surprise and confusion, and I could understand how weird it sounded.
“He didn’t at first but after what happened to his wife a few years ago, he tracks the whole family, and we just appease him because it brings him peace,” I said, feeling sad for a moment. My brain immediately went back to when Anthony found out his wife was killed but before I got lost in the memory, I shook my head to stop my thoughts from going down that dark hole.
“Fuck my adrenaline starting to wear off. I should have asked my brother to get my doctor to hurry with the pain meds, my ankle is killing me now.” I gritted my teeth as I spoke in hopes it would make me focus on something other than the pain shooting through my ankle, but that shit didn’t help. I rocked back and forth and scrunched my face in a weak attempt to try to fight through the pain, but again, that shit didn’t help.
