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God, could it be so difficult to give me normal, loving, protective brothers instead of the three lunatics I got stuck with? Is that too much to ask?

“Finish your dinner and get out. I need to get some sleep.”

Pushing away from the table, I took my bag and papers that were on the couch with me, so the big brute wouldn't get any ideas, and went to my room, leaving him sitting at the table. “And no more breaking in!” I yelled as I stashed the papers that would give Jason's identity away behind three boxes of tampons. If one thing scared the living hell out of them, it was lady products.

Looking behind me, I checked if the coast was clear and started to take my clothes off almost giddy for my bath.

“You do know mom has a new boyfriend, right?” Max asked, standing behind me and making me scream.

Oh, fucking hell.

Chapter Four

Jason

“Are you sure you’re not trying to kill me?”

It was the fifth time I asked Rory that question in the span of the seven days we’ve worked together, and every time I asked, she glanced up at me with that look that screamed you’re a dumbass. I battled a constant urge to either throttle her, or take her in my arms and kiss her before I proceeded to fuck the daylights out of her.

The restraint I had on my control was slipping today. It was because I had a full week of her tormenting me under the excuse that she was helping me heal. Her bending down to help me do the exercises, with her heart-shaped ass right in front of my face, making saliva pool in my mouth, was pure torture. I wanted to lick it or take a bite out of it so badly. Her rubbing her hands all over me under the guise that she was massaging my sore muscles that screamed in agony, all the while I just had to lie there and fight the hard-on she was giving him, was not helping either. It was all becoming just a tad too much.

I was just a man, for God’s sake.

I didn’t know how much of this I could take.

I didn’t feel any better from all the pain enduring therapy. In fact, every night, my leg hurt like a bitch, making me limp even more than I did when I had the brace. Granted, my ankle wasn’t stiff in the mornings like it used to be, and the limping wasn’t bad during the day either. If I was honest with myself, I could see the progress and slowly the pressure subside each day. I was truly impressed with her knowledge of sports injuries, but I would be damned if I ever said that out loud. Also, her work ethic was something that I admired more and more. I couldn’t even count how many phone calls I overheard during which she rattled all the medical phrases like she was reading a phone book or giving instructions on how to properly do the exercises.

I caved once and asked what all that was about. I was sure that she would simply shrug her shoulders and say it wasn’t my business. But, she surprised me when she said that they were the calls from her previous patients, all while trying to hide a blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks. When I asked if they were famous athletes, she had a stubborn look her face and told me to shut the hell up and do as I was instructed. I took it as a yes. The most surprising thing was, she didn’t brag or thow out the names of people I may have known just to impress me. She seemed genuinely shy about it, and that brought me to another problem. That afternoon, I began to admire her and as the days went by, I started to feel pride. She let her work speak for itself. And fuck me, but it was hot as hell.

“Ouch!” I yelped, giving Rory a murderous glare. Any other girl would jump up and try to make me feel better, fawning all over me, trying to take the pain away.

But not Rory.

No.

All she did was look up at me from where she was squatted down while she rotated my joint this way and that, and winked at me, giving me a little smirk. That was it. I was going to fire her. I had no other choice. Day in and day out she was slowly and painfully killing my career. Not to mention, making my dick weep in agony in the process.

It was a shame really. The fact that I absolutely had to do it. I liked having her around, bending every few minutes, granting me the full view of that heart-stopping ass, or just like now, squatting down and giving me the chance to peek down her shirt at her mouthwatering breasts.

Yeah, no woman, no matter how attractive she was or how many cold showers I had to take after she was gone was worth me losing my spot in the Denver Thunders. It irritated me to no end that she, did in fact, know what she was doing, and I wasn't about to fall for her career-killing plans. But, I would just find another therapist that was just as good; I didn’t care how much it cost or where in the world the person lived.

On top of it all, I hated those few times that I overheard her phone conversations that weren’t with her former patients and those soft I love you too's that she whispered before she hung up. At first, I was furious that she obviously had a man in her life, and that made me want to tear out the walls in my proximity with my bare hands. As soon as I convinced myself it was only because I wanted her to be focused only on me for the duration of our contract and nothing more, I found out it was either her mother or her brothers on the other end of the line. Well, my reaction to that little tibit was even more frustrating, since I wanted all those soft words for myself, and as soon as I got confirmation she was single, something in me sighed in relief.

So, fuck yeah, it was time for her to go and for me to finally start living as I should. Free of her, and focused only on coming back to the field.

“Listen, Rory,” I started his practiced speech, only for my eyes to cross over and my head to fall back, lolling on my shoulders.

I had to use every ounce of my strength to trap the moan that wanted to come out of my mouth as she started massaging my leg. I could swear I heard her soft chuckle, but I couldn’t be sure and I didn’t give a damn as long as her little hands traveled upward. Almost as if she heard me, she did just that, pushing her apt fingers deep inside the muscle tissue and relaxing every single nerve I had in my body.

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” I muttered.

“I take it you like it,” she was now openly laughing at me.

Hearing her mirth, my head whipped up and I had to clear my throat before I could give her a stern look and talk. “Yeah, yeah. It feels okay.”

Just a little bit higher, the thought invaded my mind, just a little bit to the right.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away from her hands and stop, willing for her to move them so they would cover my dick that was, to my horror, getting harder by the second. As she made her way to the middle of my thigh, I brushed her hands away abruptly and reached for the towel that was next to me on her portable table she demanded that I have, so I could cover up.