Chapter Seven
“I swear to God, Dieter, if you tell me to push one more time…” she muttered at the big, sexy man giving her physical therapy. Right now, they were working on pushing a weight across a table with her injured arm only. “And when did the weight become a ten-pounder instead of the five we were working with?”
“When you decided you wanted to bump up the timetable so you can sleep naked and get some sex. Push,” he ordered. “You’ll keep doing it until you can consistently get it to the table at the same time at least ten in a row.”
She growled at him and pushed the damn weight again. “I moved it up because we’re all three about to go freaking insane. You’re both holding off on taking care of your own needs and making me hold off as well. At least you guys can go and spar with your friends. I can’t. I’ve gained weight with all of the damn ice cream I’m eating instead of jumping in the ring with you guys,” Rach muttered darkly at her sexy doctor.
“Given what I’m putting you through on a daily basis, you really shouldn’t be gaining any weight.” She caught him running his gaze over her. “Personally, I think you’re delusional. You’re as perfect as ever. Healthier now that you’re nearly fully healed. Now push the damn weight.”
“Son of a bitch.” She growled but put her energy into moving the weight as he had instructed. Rach was determined to meet all his requirements and knew he was just as eager for her to meet them as well. After ten movements, she looked to him again. “Well?”
“Acceptable,” he said. “Treadmill now for a five-mile jog. Let’s see if your lungs will hold out. Might help with that imaginary weight gain you’ve complained about as well.” He moved to the machine, pressed the buttons, and then crossed his arms to wait for her.
“Five miles? Holy Christ, I’ve never run five miles.” She got onto the treadmill obediently, however, and shot him a look. “You are so loving this, aren’t you?” She jogged for the first bit and then began to pant as she ran. She focused on her breathing and on not looking at Dieter, who was likely grinning like a loon.
“You’re doing well. Keep going,” he encouraged her. Sweat was dripping off her as her legs started to weigh more with every step. She felt like she was slogging through a mud puddle by the time the treadmill began to slow and then stopped finally. “See, five miles isn’t so bad. Tomorrow we’ll do six.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you serious?” The man was delusional if he thought she was running six miles. “The only way you’ll get me to run six miles is to be sitting on the sidelines cheering me on and promising me a mind-blowing orgasm after.” Yes, she was stuck on sex; her libido had decided to wake up and scream at her for action, especially this last week. “Now, what do you say, Doc?”
“Deal.” He grinned at her and moved to the table. After tossing her a towel, he opened a bottle of water and passed it over. “Drink up, hit the showers, and then go find Wyatt to bitch about what a slave driver I am. You’re cleared to return to normal activities. But you definitely need to keep up with your PT.”
“With you at my side, I’m sure that I will.” Rach wasn’t going to let her arm go to crap. She knew she needed the additional therapy, but she was damn glad that he was signing off on their activities. She moved quickly to put her arms around his neck and pull him close. “I love you, Dieter,” she whispered just before kissing him.
“About damn time you admitted it.” Scooping her up with a hold on her ass, he kissed her back. He sat her on the table as he deepened the kiss, one of his hands moving to hold her hair in a tight grip while the other slipped around to cup and squeeze her breast.
She moaned, loving the assault on her body. When they parted, she was panting and grinning. “We have to stop or I’m pulling you into the shower with me and then Wyatt will be seriously upset with both of us.” She whined just a bit. “If only he were here. You could both wash me.”
“Go and shower. Then find him. I need to clean up down here. I’ll meet you upstairs,” he promised. “It’s time to go try out the bigger bed finally.” Dieter gave her another needy kiss while she ground against his erection. Then he tore his mouth from hers with a growl and helped her off the table. He gave her ass a good smack and pointed at the door as he panted like he’d been the one to run the five miles.
“Damn straight we get the bigger bed tonight. Maybe we should make sure that people know we won’t be down this evening, and hopefully not tomorrow, either.” She would let Dieter handle that while she showered.
“I’ll send out the memo. Get your ass in gear, woman. You have twenty minutes to find Wyatt and get upstairs or to hell with waiting on him—I’ll jump your bones. Move!”
Her only reply was laughter.