"Coach Brandon?" Jake's voice again. "I can hear something in there. Is everything okay?"
My heart stopped. Brandon's eyes met mine, and I saw the challenge in them—the wicked gleam that said he was enjoying this far too much.
"Everything's fine, Jake," Brandon called out, his hand sliding possessively over my thigh. "Just dealing with an injury. Sara here twisted her ankle."
"Sara's in there?" Jake's voice rose with suspicion.
"Yes." Brandon's fingers pressed against my over-sensitive c**t, making me gasp. "She came to find me after you upset her. Now she can barely walk."
It wasn't entirely a lie. My legs were trembling so badly I wasn't sure I could stand.
"Let me see her," Jake demanded.
Brandon's eyes darkened with anger, but he reached for a towel and quickly c
