by Marie Skye
I wait the ten minutes, then take off the ice packs, laying them to the side. Getting up from the table I make sure to stand with my good leg first, hoping that it’s not something that I will constantly have to do, and make my way to the door.
I see Jag, standing at the group of floor to ceiling windows, waiting for me. I’m not sure if he was there the whole time or not, but if he was, and seen me and Trina, I’m sure to hear about it. He never misses an opportunity to bust my balls.
I’ve barely walked out the door, before he’s slapping me on the shoulder. Looking over at him, I see the fucking grin on his face, and know that he’s about to fuck with me.
“I seen you strike out with the hottie in there, did you lose all of your skills in that accident, or what?”
At least I’m not using the crutches much now, the exercises are at least helping with that. I’m nowhere near as fast as I use to be, but some progress is better than none at all. There’s not much to do, but hobble along beside him. Still, there’s no way, that I will let him know that I apparently struck out with her a long time ago. “Fuck you Jag. I don’t need your shit today. For your information, I didn’t strike out. I was just getting her warmed up.”
Jag lets out a laugh, as he opens the door, and we head outside. “Whatever you say man, that’s not what it looked like to me, but if that’s how you think you’re getting in her pants, well then who am I to say anything.”
“I need to run by and talk to Betty before I go home, if you don’t mind.” Hopefully changing the subject will give him the hint to drop the shit about Trina. I might as well take her advice and see how Betty can help me for the time being, until I can get back to work. Who knows how much good it’ll do, but I’m willing to try anything.
6
I have been working hard at therapy, and doing my exercises at home for a month now. I feel almost as good as new, but I know that I still have some work ahead of me. I may be getting around better, and can do more stuff, but I’m not to the extent that I need to be to dance.
Betty has been letting me come in, three nights a week, checking ID’s at the door. There really is no point in it, considering she has someone for that job, but I’m grateful that she would let me work. It hasn’t really helped my mood though, being in the club and not being able to dance, really fucks with my head.
It doesn’t help that I haven’t had any pussy in over a month either. Being how that’s all my fault, I can’t blame anyone but myself. Stacey has made herself available more than once, but after turning her down, she finally gave up.
My mother can now stay at home by herself, even though she can’t go to work or drive yet, not having to have someone there all the time has really helped. Stacey didn’t waste any time trying to fuck me, after she found out she wasn’t going to be my employee anymore.
No matter what she tried though, I just wasn’t interested. Not to mention the fact that my dick wasn’t interested either. The damn thing barely got semi-hard, no matter the fact that it hasn’t had female contact, it wasn’t rising to the bait.
I would start to worry, if it wasn’t for the fact, that it works perfectly fine when I’m at therapy. Seems like I have a constant hard-on then. It would happen around the one person who has no interest whatsoever of fucking me, nor remembers fucking me before.
My flirting has no effect on her, that’s been proven. I’m not sure if it’s because we are at her place of employment or what, but that’ll be figured out today. I made my appointment, the last one of the day. I want to see if she acts any different when there isn’t an audience around.
“Dallas, I’m ready if you are.” Trina says from the therapy room door. Her hair is in its usual knot, and today she has on light pink pants, with a blue shirt covered in pink hearts. I almost want to laugh, but I know she’d think I was laughing at her, and not at her odd choices of uniforms. Hell, I don’t have any right to judge, my work attire consists of tearaway clothes and tight as hell underwear.
Standing up I start walking toward her. “I’m always ready for you.”
She acts like she didn’t hear me, but I know that she had to have. There’s no way that she couldn’t.
After walking into the room, I wait for her to tell me where she wants me. “Since you’ve been here a month now, I think we need to assess how you’re doing and see where we want to go next. You may be advanced enough to be able to move to the next level. We’ll know more after the assessment.”
I could tell her where I want to go next, but I don’t think that’s what she wants to hear. I will let her play this little game for a bit longer, but this charade ends today. I’m done being the only one who knows what happened between us. If she doesn’t remember then she will get reminded. If she does, then I want an explanation on why she acts like it never happened.
We go through a few of the sets, her asking how I feel after each one. I notice how much of a change it is, since the first time I did therapy, and I’m actually a little proud of myself.
“You have come a long way Dallas, but you still have a ways to go. I know that you probably feel like you are close to being completely healed, but it is very important that you follow the doctors’ orders. Doing stuff on your own, too fast, could cause a major setback at this point.”
I definitely don’t want any setbacks; this shit is taking longer than I want as it is. “Now that you have made the assessment, how does it look in regard to me being able to go back to work.”
Trina looks at me for a moment, without saying anything, which just causes my concern to grow even more.
Finally, when I don’t think I can stand it anymore, she finally answers me. “Although I know your biggest concern at the moment, is going back to work, and I get that. I think you should instead, be concentrating on getting better. I have told you that from the beginning. That is the most important thing right now. I can’t tell you right now, what the future holds for you. I don’t know, and I don’t want to tell you one thing, and then it turn out differently. You have to understand where I’m coming from here too, and you have to trust in the process.”
I nod, knowing that she is right. I have been more concerned about going back to work, than I have about anything else. I should be enjoying this little break that I’ve got.
“You’re right Trina. I’m going to worry less about work, and try to think of this as a little vacation.” I don’t know how easy it’s going to be, but I’m at least going to try.
“That’s a great way to look at it Dallas. I’m going to get the stuff together for the massage and ice, since we didn’t do as much today, we won’t spend as much time as we usually do on it.”
Well that fucking sucks, the massage is the best part. I walk over and climb up on the table, and wait for her to return.
She walks back over and sets the ice pack down on the table beside me, and starts the massage. I know when her hands are on me, she’s just doing her job, but my dick doesn’t seem to understand that.
I don’t even care about the fact that her touch turns me on anymore. Who cares if she does notice, it’s about time that she noticed something about me other than the fact that I’m her patient.
Trina has only been massaging my thigh for a couple of minutes, and my dick is hard as fuck. She’s adverting her eyes, looking anywhere but at my cock. That’s not going to work for me, this game has gone on too long already.
Sitting up on the table causes her hands to drop away. I spin around, my legs hanging off the side, with her in front of me. There is a look of shock on her face, as she starts to back up. Reaching out, I grab her arms and pull her back to me, placing her sexy body between my legs.
“Dallas, what are you doing?” She asks, like she doesn’t already know.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing. Something that should’ve been done a month ago.” I answer, before moving my hand up to the back of her neck and pulling her to me.
She doesn’t resist, as I put my lips on hers. My hand at her neck, moves up
, quickly releasing the clip holding her hair. As soon as the strands fall, my fingers are there, feeling the softness against my skin.
Kissing her a few times, I wait and see if she is going to pull away. When she doesn’t, I run my tongue against her lips, requesting entry. Her mouth barely opens, but it’s enough for me to slide my tongue inside.
The warmth of her mouth, the feel of her hair in my hand, and the way her tongue is feuding with mine, causes a moan to slip out of my mouth. Moving my free hand, from her arm, I run it down to the curve of her ass. I give her a massage of her own, as I caress and squeeze the soft cheek.
Pulling her closer, I deepen the kiss, and feel as her hands wrap around the back of my neck. She lets out a moan of her own, before abruptly pulling away.
As I catch my breath, she backs away from me, stepping out of my grasp. Easing off the side of the table, I step up to her, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. “What’s the matter? Why did you pull away?”
Trina starts shaking her head, “What the hell was that? We can’t do that. We definitely can’t do that here, and even if we could, it’s not going to happen. You are my patient, and that is highly inappropriate.”
Giving her a slight shrug, I let her know that I’m not concerned with that shit. “What difference does it make that I’m your patient? Do I look like I’m the type to give a fuck about what’s appropriate and what’s not? I want you, and you want me, that’s what’s important here.”
“No, Dallas, that’s not what’s important here. My job is important, and if someone were to find out about this I’d get fired.”
I can see the worry crossing her face, as she looks around, making sure no one seen anything. Her flippant attitude pisses me off. I get that her job is important, don’t get me wrong, but she’s acting like what just happened was nothing. Yeah, it was only a kiss, but I’ve wanted her for a while now. My dick is almost crying, now that I’ve had another taste of her, and she is just going to walk away.
Fuck this. I don’t have time for it. There’s plenty of pussy I could get, there’s no use in wasting my time here. I give her a little nod, and walk away, heading straight for the door.
7
I have barely walked in the door when my phone rings. Hoping it’s some chick wanting to fuck, I’m disappointed when I see that it is Sin. I know that he will be working at the club soon, what the fuck could he want.
“Yeah.” I answer, not even caring that I sound aggravated.
“I can tell that you’re in a great mood today. Maybe why I called will make it better. We’re having a big bachelorette party show up at the club tonight. They’ve already called reserving the club for the first hour. Figured you might be interested in coming by.”
I’m shocked that Betty is allowing someone to reserve the club, even for an hour. They must have named a decent price.
I think about it for a minute, before giving him an answer. “I might be by, I’m not sure what the plans for the night is. Today was a rough day, so I may just call up Stacey and have her come over.”
Knowing that’s really not going to happen, but not wanting him to worry about me either, I tell him the lie.
“Okay, well we wanted you to know, just in case you wanted to come by. None of us like you sitting around the house all the time. You need to get out more.”
That’s Sin’s way of saying, stop feeling sorry for your damn self and get out of the house. I understand, but I just don’t feel like it. It’s bad enough to hear the music and the screaming while checking cards at the door, even though I can’t see the stage. I’m not sure that I am ready to go and watch it all firsthand, when I can’t really be a part of it.
I say goodbye, and hang up the phone, tossing it on the coffee table. I walk into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator, and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the freezer.
Taking a big drink, I feel the burn as it travels down my throat. Deciding to say to hell with the club, and with pussy for the night, I carry the bottle with me to the living room.
Sitting down in my favorite recliner, I grab the remote, and flip through the channels for something to watch, while I drink from the bottle.
Finally finding a basketball game on TV, I throw the remote down, and kick back for a relaxing night.
I’ve made quite a dent in the contents of the bottle, and consider how I should get up and find something to eat. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and know that if I don’t eat something, I’ll get fucked up pretty quick. I can’t seem to get my lazy ass out of the chair though.
My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking at the door. I’m just going to sit here, and hope whoever it is will just go away.
The knocking stops, but soon starts back up again. “Go away.” I yell, letting them know that I’m not interested in whatever it is they want. I don’t even have any idea who it could be, all of my friends are at the club. It’s probably somebody trying to sell something.
Finally, there is silence from the other side of the door, and I relax again. Only to be disturbed a moment later, by more knocking.
What the fuck. I get up, sitting the bottle on the table by the chair, and steady myself before walking over to the door. It’s been awhile since I’ve drank anything, and with my already unsteady gait, the liquor makes it even worse.
Slinging the door open, I’m shocked when I see Trina standing there. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She seems nervous, but that’s not my problem. “You seemed pissed when you left, and I wanted to make sure that you understood where I was coming from.”
I’m pretty sure that she already explained it good enough. “There wasn’t any need in coming over here. You can leave, I get it.”
I give the door a push, and turn to go back and sit down. The door doesn’t shut all the way, and Trina takes the opportunity to allow herself to come in. “I can tell that you are still pissed. It wasn’t that I didn’t want you, I’m not an idiot, of course I did. But you are my patient, and I’m not losing my job, just for meaningless sex. You have no idea what it took for me to get my degree and to have that job. If you did, you wouldn’t be so pissed. Not with all the talking you do about your job and how important it is.”
Turning toward her, I walk back in her direction, and stop in front of her. She looks the same as when I left her, still wearing her work clothes, and her hair is still down, the way I like it. Reaching out I pick a couple of strands up and run it through my fingers.
“You didn’t have to come here. I do get it, I don’t like it, but I do understand. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your job, I can tell that it’s important to you. You’re wrong about one thing though, nobody said shit about meaningless sex.”
Trina rolls her eyes and laughs before responding. “I’ve met your type before; the only thing men like you want is meaningless sex.”
I take a step closer until we are nearly touching. Reaching out, I put my hand under her chin and force her to look me in the eyes. “No matter how many men you know, I guarantee, you’ve never met a man like me. I think it’s only fair, that you give a man a chance, before you label him, and kick him to the curb.”
To be completely honest, I have no idea what I want. I’ve never wanted anything serious, random chicks have always been enough for me. There is something about Trina though, I can’t get her off my mind, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I don’t know what it means, but I’m not stupid enough to not try and figure it out.
“That may be true, but I’m not looking to get attached, and then get my heart broken either.” I can see it in her eyes, that she wants to trust me, but also doesn’t want to get hurt.
I want to mention that she didn’t mind fucking me the last time, without all this discussing shit, but I don’t. “You let me worry about your heart, all you need to be concerned with is making sure that I make you feel good.”
Leaning in, I’m about to take this shit to another level, but she steps back. �
��None of this changes the fact that you are still my patient, and will be for the next few months.”
Fuck. For a minute, I had forgotten about that part. “I don’t see what any of that matters, as long as we don’t do anything while you are at work. If it becomes a problem, one of us can request for me to have a different doctor. It’s been a month, and I’ve accomplished controlling myself, I can do it until my therapy is over.”
I’m not sure if I can, but if that’s what it takes, I’ll sure give it a try. I have done well with it so far, but who knows how I’ll feel after having her in my bed.
“I don’t know if this is the smart choice, it may end up being the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but there’s just something about you. No matter what I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to quit thinking about you.”
Well, it’s a damn good thing it wasn’t just me. There’s no way that I’m going to mention that shit to her though.
“You won’t be sorry. I can promise you that.” I say as I lean down, giving her a kiss that takes her breath away. Leading her to my bedroom, I don’t give her any more chances to second guess her decision. She is going to be too preoccupied for any shit like that.
8
My mouth never leaves hers, as we walk into the bedroom. I don’t even bother shutting the door behind us, there’s no need. I do however, reach over and flip on the light. There’s no way that I’m having her again, where I can’t look my fill. I reach down and grab the edge of her shirt. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from hers, as I take off her shirt, and toss it across the room.
Trina kicks off her shoes, as I take off my own shirt and sling it to the side. Her bra is next on my list of things to remove, because honestly, I can’t wait to have her tits in my hands and mouth. I want that almost as much as I want my dick in that warm pussy of hers. Almost, but not quite.
My fingers quickly work the clasp on her bra, when it’s unfastened, I pull away and toss the lacy burden to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Bringing up my hand, I brush my fingers across one erect nipple, her quick indrawn breath spurs me on for more. Leaning down I place my lips at the top of her breast, working my way down to her nipple.
