Suddenly Booked

Chapter Five.

Sleeping last night had been terrible. Not just because I had to wait until the middle of the night to get up and try to take a shower on my own, which was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a while.

Trying to maneuver myself so that I kept my damn cast out of the water was so difficult, I almost gave in and just put my leg in the tub. thankfully, the shower is a curtain and not a door and I was able to keep it almost completely dry.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, my mind was a traitorous b*tch and was adamant about replaying the image of Bastian’s half naked body every time I stopped actively focusing on something.

Of course once I had finally showered, changed, and then gotten myself back into bed, I was more awake than ever. The tiny little diffuser in the room was slowly becoming my best friend in this house.

My head ached, but not from true pain, it was more like the frustration of everything was beginning to get the better or me. Trying to find a comfortable spot to lie in, trying to wrap my head around everything with my mom, and I was still trying to keep my thoughts of Bastian at bay.

I tossed and turned around in the bed as I not only tried to find a position that was comfortable, but because my body was beginning to feel a bit needy.

Mom had said that we would go get my luggage, and while that was fine since she still had some of my old clothes, she didn’t have any of my other things.

Sex was something I did more for a release for myself and my pent-up angst and frustrations than for the pleasure of someone else’s company.

I mean, I didn’t mind when I could find someone else who could help alleviate those things for me, but they were not a necessity, just a bonus if they knew what they were doing.

Find partners was not like finding a spouse, but I wasn’t as easy as some people liked to believe. Just because I liked to have s*x didn’t meant that I would just do it with anyone anywhere.

Right then, my body was desiring to be touched and to touch, lick, and do all sorts of unfortunately imaginable kinds of things with the man who’s body kept popping up in my mind.

Anger was accompanying those thoughts because not once, not one single time since our last encounter, had Bastian ever spoken to me, none the less apologized for what he said.

A part of me had missed hanging out with him and his tutoring had definitely helped me. In fact, I can say without the shadow of a doubt that without him, I would never have passed my freshman math class with a B, but I couldn’t even bring myself to thank him.

There had been moments when I had considered going to him and explaining the situation to him. Even that first night after everything happened and I had gotten Jess back to my room and all cleaned up, I considered calling him.

But his words had hurt more than they had coming from anyone else, and I didn’t want to look into why that was.

In the years since then, I have even ran into him at the occasional party or school assembly, but we would just pass each other by as if we were total and complete strangers.

Why was it that now, of all times, was I so annoyingly aroused? I considered throwing some lavender into the little defuser to see if that would help me sleep, but I hadn’t asked mom where any of the other scents were before I had come and hidden in here.

So, since it was the middle of the night. I had no one to call to help with my , situation. Apparently, touching myself was the only option that I was going to have to try to get off. But I would be damned if I did it to the thought or image of that a**hole.

My night attire had been an old black spaghetti strap shirt that had once held a picture of my little pony on the front, but was now a faded white outline of the words that used to be there in purple glitter.

Since the pants had no chance of fitting since this was one of my night sets from when I was in middle school, I had gone for just wearing another pair of the hot pink boy short underwear.

Thankfully those still fit, and while I was impressed at how well this material had held up, since I had no idea when I had even purchased these underwear.

My real struggle was my ability to move around my leg. While the doctor hadn’t said that it was broken, they had highly recommended the cast since it was sprained and swollen.

Wrappings went from my toes all the way up to my knee and there was quite a bit of pain and pressure when I moved certain ways. So kicking my knees up and diving right in was not an option either.

It was too late, and I was too tired to be dealing with something so trivial right now, but I knew that if I went to bed this tense, that I would only wake up with a headache and in an even worse mood.

So, after a little mental persuasion and trying to replay the last fantasy novel that I had read, I was able to start to get my mind in the right place. The body positioning took a bit longer, but after some time I had gotten both my legs where I needed them.

Starting at my n*****s, I worked my way down my abdomen while recalling the part of that fantasy book I love so much. There is just something so hot about six-foot tall fae men with long hair, pointy-ear, and wings if they had them.

I imagined the part of the book where he was taking his partner to bed, but he demanded that she touch herself in front of him. Even though I had just read the book, it was actually my sixth time reading the series, so I have it down pretty well.

Slowly moving my hands along my body and down to my panties while picturing him in my mind, I was really hot, and I honestly would probably use this again.

Having s*x toys and a private dorm room had helped me not have to focus on my imagination like this for quite some time, so this was a little exciting.

The smell in the air was thick with the peppermint, but I tried focusing on the sound of the release to use in my one-sided role-play.

Using one hand to pull my panties aside, since taking them off was definitely way too hard, I used the other to glide along my slick folds.

It had been a while since I did any real “landscaping” down here and I was a bit hairier than I usually liked, but since I hadn’t been in any relationships lately, I had let things fall to the way side.

My skin was extra sensitive as I moved my hair around, and I considered for a moment why I had been so diligent in shaving down there all the time.

I was sure that it had to do with a comment I had received once from someone, but the fact that I couldn’t even remember it myself was a bit annoying.

Getting off track, I quickly closed my eyes again in the dark room and tried to redirect my wandering thoughts. Almost instantly I was back to where I wanted and my imagination had the husky deep voice of my fantasy fae male playing once again.

Before I knew it, I was lost in the feel of my fingers and palm and my hips were moving on their own looking for a friction that I couldn’t provide, but so desperately desired.

In the end, my imagination was much better than I had ever given it credit for, and I had been able to fulfill my needs, well at least for the most part, and finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, someone thought that this torture wasn’t enough while I was awake, and decided to play tricks on me as I slept.

Dreams of Bastian with pointy ears, long hair, and wings kept popping up in my dreams and I kept waking myself up as the dreams turned into damn near nightmares.

When my mom had knocked on the door to invite me down for breakfast, I had already been lying there awake for almost thirty minutes.

Contemplating if this summer might actually urn into a hell on earth for myself instead of one that I might cause Bastian had still been running through my mind.

“Blayke, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Do you want me to come in and help you get ready?”

Pretending to be asleep was an option, but one that I knew was futile as my stomach began to grumble.

What I really needed was to get up and shower so that we could help over to the campus to pick up my things, but I was afraid of what clothes I would have to throw on today and of running into the male lead of my dreams from last night.

“Sure mom. That would be great. I’m just getting up.”

The door opened and my mom came in wearing an oversized green sweatshirt and black leggings. Her hair was parted down the center and two braids ran down her head and she had a pair on square rimmed black glasses on.

For a moment, I jut looked at her smiling face as she came in and went straight to the window to pull back the curtains.

How had the woman that I had known all my life, changed so much in such a small amount of time? I was in the process of sitting up as I watched her move.

My mom was not tiny or petite. Those were two words that I would have never used to describe her, but the way that she moved was a lot more graceful than I had ever seen.

Is this was happiness does to you? It makes you move and act in ways that you had never done before. For a moment I had let myself wonder what she had been like before I was born.

Had she been like this when she met my father? Had he made her happy enough to let her hair down, or smile and show affection to someone so easily?

That man had always been a touchy subject, and one that I had learned from an early age not to bring up, but it didn’t stop my mind from thinking of what he might have been like or what she would have been like with him.

As she pulled my curtains back and turned towards me, I could have sworn that she looked ten years younger in that moment. As she walked over to me, I felt like this version of this person was someone I have never met before.

I’m not gonna lie, that hurt just a bit. Mom had seemed happy with the life that we have had, or at least with the life that she had created for us, but once in a while I wondered how true that actually was.

Seeing her like this, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit burdened at the thought that maybe she didn’t get to live the life that she would have liked because she was so focused on worrying about me.

Whatever face I was making, I quickly wiped it away as she turned to look at me. If she had finally found the happiness that she had been missing for so long, and I would be damned if I would continue to ruin it for her.

“Mom, are you happy?”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about what the hell I was saying.

For a moment, she seemed to be so taken off guard that she just looked at me, but when she caught herself and smiled at me before she replied, tears stung the back of my throat.

“Blayke, I’m happy love. But not just because of Mik. I’ve always been happy with you.”

Not wanting this to turn into so sappy little love fest, I scooted myself to the end of the bed before she could reach down and help me.

Grabbing my now numb leg and hoisting it over so that I could slowly drop it down to the floor, I noticed that the wrapping had come loose. Mom, quickly bent over and looked at it before unwrapping it completely.

My leg looked like sh*t! It was bruised and swollen and the tape that was underneath the bandage looked a bit too tight.

“Blayke, I think that we should stop by the hospital before we head over to the campus to get your things. I know that they checked you out in that ER, but I just want a second opinion.”

Mom was a post par tum nurse in a large obstetrics and gynecology clinic. She had taken the manager position there so that she could be closer to me when I started college, but she loves it there.

While she hadn’t been an ER nurse, I knew that she was well aware of how to deal with most injuries and if she was concerned with my leg, then it was probably for the best that we go get it checked out.

Nodding my head, I agreed with her recommendation without putting up a fight. There were too many thoughts and feeling floating around inside of me and it was too early to f*cking have to deal with this.

She ended up grabbing clothes out of the small wardrobe that had been put in the room and again, I was given a small summer dress to put on. This time it was dark blue with little daisies on the hem and sleeves.

It had been one of my favorite dresses when I was a teenager and I already knew that if I breathed too hard this one was probably going to end up bursting at the seams.

Opting to shower after breakfast, she helped me dress and this time, I scooted down the stairs instead of trying to hobble down them using the crutches. It was much easier and I had gotten there with much less effort.

Too bad, the moment I sat myself on the very last step I was not only greeted by Mikael, but his son, who’s face had made one too many recurring cameos in my dreams.

My face was beat red and I was thankful that I could attribute it to the precarious situation that I was currently in, and not the fact that I had dreamt of that a**hole all night.

But if the day hadn’t already started off bad, it was about too get much worse because the moment I got up to my feet, Mikael asked

Bastian to help me over to the table.

Refusing him would have been easy, but I remembered that I was supposed to be annoying him, so I let him drape his arm around me as I used only the one crutch to support myself.

“I could just pick you up and carry you. It would probably save us way more time.”

His words were soft and I was sure that only I had heard him, but the image of him lifting me in his arms was way too much for my already dirty mind to handle and I wasn’t able to come up with a retort fast enough.

So, instead I just smiled up at him, and winked. Let him think whatever he wanted about me. I just wanted to get through this breakfast as soon as possible.

The food was great, and there was a ton. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that Mikael was feeding a small army of people, but as I jumped into the fluffiest pancakes I had ever eaten, my mom’s words made me practically choke.

“Since I’m going to be taking Blayke to the hospital and then to the campus, I wanted to see if you would like to go Bastian. Just in case there is anything else that you may need from campus since you left in such a hurry the other day.”

Praying that he would say no, I looked quickly between them as I tried to swallow down my food, but of course, the bastard, the deities that hate me, and everything in between had no mercy for me.

“That’s a great idea, I’d love to accompany you two,” he said smiling brightly at both my mother and then me.