“Goddamn, she’s out of it. I don’t like seeing her like this,” Memphis says from over my shoulder.
“It’s better than seeing her in pain.” I hoist her up into my arms and use my side to push the car door closed.
“Yeah, I’ll get the alarm.” He rushes in after unlocking the door. Thankfully, the damn thing stops beeping, so I’m pretty sure the code is correct.
Memphis races up the stairs and pulls back the covers in her bed so I can lay her down against the sheets. Her shoes are in a clear bag, along with her pretty purple bra, which we probably left in the car, but she is wearing a weird, hospital grippy sock on one foot and blue pants that look like scrubs but feel like paper. They had to split the bottom of the pants to get it over her air cast, but it’s better than leaving her in nothing but panties. I think Memphis was about to have a fucking heart attack when he realized she didn’t have anything to put on to get home.
She reaches for me as I pull away. “Please don’t go.”
“I’m not leaving, baby. Go back to sleep,” I tell her softly and straighten when her arm falls back to the bed.
Memphis leaves her room, and I follow behind him. “I’m going to make sure everything is locked up,” he tells me.
“Fuck, tomorrow is going to suck.” I groan. I can’t skip lifting since I bailed on practice last night, but I don’t regret staying home with Waylynn. I do regret our cheap ass furniture though.
“Yeah, go get some sleep.” He knocks his head to the side when we pass a room. I slow down to take him up on the offer, but I know where I’m going, and it’s not back to the room I stayed in before. What if she wakes up and needs to pee or something?
“I’ll set my alarm for six-thirty. I’m not showering or anything. They can all kiss my ass,” I say to his back.
“I’ll drive you to the field house in the morning.”
Once he’s downstairs, I backtrack to Waylynn’s room and slip off my jeans. Usually, my dick would be hard at the thought of climbing into bed with her, but not tonight. Just as I’m pulling the covers over both of us, I see a silhouette in the dark hallway.
Memphis strolls into the room and slips his shirt over his head before I hear the zipper of his pants. “Guess we both had the same idea.” I chuckle into the dark, and he freezes.
“It’s a king, we’ll be fine,” he says, his voice pitched low so he doesn’t wake her.
“Just don’t crush her,” I warn.
“You should have put her in the middle. I’ll be careful.” In the next second, Waylynn is pressed up against me, and that hard-on I thought I was too mature for springs to life with a quickness I take a moment to appreciate.
“That okay?” Memphis asks after sliding her across the bed.
“Yeah, I’m good.” My voice might be a little strangled, but at least he would understand why.
“Is your alarm set?” Memphis adjusts the pillow.
“Yeah, night,” I tell him. Even with the hard-on, I’m exhausted enough to fall right to sleep. It’s been a long night.
Waylynn
My bladder is screamingat me to get up, but I don’t want to move. I fall back asleep for a few more minutes, hours, who knows, but when I wake up again, there’s no holding it. I gingerly move my leg, and the pain that was there last night is just a deep, dull ache now. I’m not supposed to walk on the air cast, I’m supposed to use crutches for two weeks, but I don’t have them yet and I’m going to pee all over myself if I don’t get to the bathroom quickly.
“What are you doing?” Memphis asks. His voice is deep and sleepy, and my heart takes notice, thumping faster.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I confess. I wasn’t even awake enough to realize I wasn’t alone like I usually am. Now that I realize it, I recognize both of them are here…in my bed…sleeping with me.
“I’ll help you.” He sits up, and I can see him rub his hand over his face in the moonlight coming through the crack in the curtains.
“I’m okay,” I offer, not wanting to bother him.
“I wasn’t asking, Waylynn,” he tells me, and his voice is even deeper.
When he spins and tries to slide his hands under me, I sit up and scoot closer to the edge of the bed, thwarting him. I stand, using only one leg, and hover my bad foot behind me with my knee bent. “I just need to lean on you, if that’s okay?” He makes a huffing growling sound but wraps his arm around my back. “I’ll get the crutches tomorrow,” I promise so I won’t have to bother him.
“Just stop before I pick you up and end up fucking something else up,” he says with a little bite in his tone.
I roll my lips in to keep from saying anything else, then push the bathroom door open. The little night-light gives off enough of a glow that I can see without being blinded.
