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It’s not. The tension in my shoulders begins to ease at once. Pain I didn’t know I was holding releases like a dam breaking, and an unexpected surge of relief aches in my body. I’ve never had a response like this to massage.
When I was on the team, we had massage therapists on staff to take care of us, but I wasn’t one of the linemen. I wasn’t a quarterback or a runner. I had one job, and it didn’t require a lot of physical therapy.
Occasionally, I’d overuse a muscle if I didn’t warm up properly, but I’ve never needed this type of work. Of course, I’d also never been hurt so dramatically. Now I understand why the guys were addicted. This is relief I didn’t know existed.
“Even though your leg has healed, your body will naturally protect the injured side.” Her voice is soothing. “You might not realize you’re overworking the uninjured side, which leads to overuse injuries, and Miss Gina has you dragging those heavy trees all over the place…”
“I bend my knees.” It’s a gentle push-back.
“You still do a lot of heavy lifting all the time. You need regular treatments.”
She moves to my lower back circling her fingers firmer and deeper into my muscles. She moves to my ass, but it’s not seductive. I’m not popping a boner because she’s finding pain I didn’t know was there.
I can’t hold back a groan as with every stroke, months if not years of stress leave my body.
My brow is tight as I turn my head. “That’s it.”
“I know.” It’s a gentle reply. “I can feel it.”
So can I. The heat of healing filters into my muscles on every pulse. It’s pretty incredible, and I hate to admit it. She’s right. This is going to change things.
“How long have you been doing massage?”
“Since college.” She gives my lower back a break, leaning closer and running her forearms up my back like rolling pins. “About five years.”
Her soft voice is beside my ear. Her soft body is over mine, and this time a surge of heat does tighten my stomach. I think about what Miss Gina said yesterday, and I think of how good it would feel to have her naked, oiled-up body sliding against mine.
The heat in my stomach moves lower to my dick, and I think how easy it would be to roll over and pull her onto my chest, wrap her in my arms and devour her lips.
Clearing my throat I again redirect my thoughts. “Five years?”
I do the math. Rachel is Dylan’s age, which puts her right at thirty. If she was only in college five years, that’s a gap in her timeline.
“I could only go part time, so I had to spread out my classes. I did all my core requirements at the community college first while I worked. Then I spent the last five years really focusing on my specialty.”
With my eyes closed, I think about watching her work. She’s so focused, yet so beautiful. She has high cheekbones, and smooth skin. Her full lips purse when she’s thinking, and today, she twisted her ponytail into a bun, I assume to keep it out of the way.
“This is a very solid platform. It’s well-built and sturdy.” She interrupts my musing. “You built it, didn’t you?”
“Miss Gina asked me to.”
I remember working on it before Rachel arrived, thinking the new nurse would be some aging hippie who didn’t shave and ate wheatgrass and smelled like patchouli. Boy was I wrong.
“Have you always been interested in construction?”
Turning my head again, I rest the other cheek on the table. “I wouldn’t say that, but I do like building things, fixing things.”
“You do very good work.” Her voice is quiet, and she moves her fingers along my biceps, fisting her hands and using her knuckles to knead the muscles.
She flattens her palms against my forearms, wrapping herfingers around them and squeezing. It’s like an embrace, and I blink down at her arms resting against mine.
“Thanks.”
She’s so close I can smell the soft honeysuckle scent of her hair mingling with the lavender aromatherapy.
“You didn’t tell the others about my dad.” Again, it’s a quiet nudge.
“I didn’t have to tell Jack.”
