Brooke

 

“Rise and shine, big boy,” I spoke as my lips pressed against his chest.

He grumbled, “What time is it?”

“Six a.m.”

“Come on, Brooke. We’ve barely been asleep.”

“Sleep is no longer your friend, Logan. Come on; we have to leave soon to go see Woo and it’s about an hour drive from here.”

As I tried to climb out of bed, Logan grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him.

“Do we have time for a quick fuck?” He smiled.

“I wish. Naomi is downstairs preparing breakfast for us and we need to get ready.” I pouted.

He sighed. “Okay. But you owe me later.”

“Deal.” I grinned as I kissed his lips.

Climbing out of bed, we got dressed and headed downstairs where I could smell the aroma of Naomi’s pecan French toast filling the air.

“Morning, Naomi.”

“Ah, Brooke.” She walked over and gave me a hug. “It’s good to have you home.”

“Naomi, this is our houseguest, Logan. Logan, this is Naomi.”

“Nice to meet you, Naomi.” He smiled as he held out his hand.

She smacked it away. “Come here and give me a hug.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “Welcome.”

“Thank you.”

“You two go sit down and I’ll serve breakfast.”

“She seems really nice,” Logan whispered.

“She is. She’s been taking care of us since I was seven years old. She’s part of our family.”

Logan gave me a small smile as he continued to eat his French toast. Just as we were finished, Naomi walked in the kitchen and glared at both of us.

“What?” I asked. But I already knew what she was going to say.

“I went to make Logan’s bed and it hadn’t been slept in, but when I went into your room, I could see that two people had been sleeping in it. Care to explain?”

“Please don’t tell my dad. You know how he is, even though I am twenty-seven years old.”

I looked over at Logan and his face was red. I laughed.

“It happens, Naomi. You know. What can I say?”

“I won’t tell your father, but when he gets home, no more hanky panky.” She smiled and walked out of the kitchen.

“I have never been more humiliated in my life,” Logan spoke.

“Relax. She’s cool. She was just giving us a hard time for fun. Come on; we have to go,” I spoke as I took our plates to the sink.

Grabbing my keys from the hook by the garage, we climbed into my car and headed to Woo’s house.

As I pulled up the long winding driveway that led to his house, Woo was sitting on his porch.

“Hello, baby girl. How are you?” he asked as he hugged me.

“I’m good, Woo. This is Logan Jackson. Logan, meet Woo.”

Logan extended his hand and Woo stood there and stared at him for a moment. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

“He’s assessing you.”

“Oh.”

“Nice to meet you, Logan. I am a fan. The Rangers are one of my favorite teams.”

“I didn’t know that.” I frowned.

“You didn’t need to know that. Please, come in.”

I rolled my eyes as we followed him into the house and he led us to the back where his therapy room was.

“Lie down on the table,” he spoke.

Logan did as he asked and Woo stood over him. Placing his hand above Logan’s body, he walked around the table. When he was done, he examined his leg.

Logan kept looking over at me in confusion and I just smiled.

“Have you been doing the massages with the special oils?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

He took hold of Logan’s leg and began manipulating it. Logan let out a howl.

“Relax,” Woo spoke in a soft voice.

“How the hell can I relax? It hurts like a bitch,” Logan shouted.

Woo removed his hands from his leg and walked behind him, placing the tips of his fingers on his head.

“The brain and mind is the most powerful organ in the body. If you want to heal, you have to believe you will, for it’s responsible for the way you move. Brooke and I are going to help you, but if you don’t believe you’ll play hockey or walk normally again, you won’t.”

“I do believe I will.”

“No you don’t. I can see your soul through your eyes and you have great doubts and fears. They will hold you back. It goes beyond treatment, Logan. Treatment is only a step. The rest comes from within you. I will be right back.”

As Woo walked out of the room, Logan looked at me.

“He’s for real, isn’t he?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, he’s the real deal.” I grabbed hold of his hand. “I’ll be right back.” I smiled.

Walking out of the room, I found Woo in the kitchen, gathering some supplies.

“He’s in bad shape, Brooke. Not only with his leg, but his mind as well.”

“I know.”

“You’ve gone and complicated things.”

“What do you mean?” I cocked my head.

“You’re sleeping with him.”

“How do you know that?”

“I can see it in both your eyes. Your feelings for him and his for you will get in the way of his rehabilitation.”

“No they won’t. I won’t let them.”

“For his sake, you better hope they don’t.” He walked away.

When we walked back into the room, Logan looked over at me as Woo started to stimulate the nerves in his leg with a device that I knew all too well. A device I hated because the pain was excruciating. Logan began to scream and I ran to his side, placing my hands over his eyes.

“Take your mind somewhere else. It wants to focus on the pain but don’t let it. Take it to a place that makes you happy. Envision yourself on the ice, skating and moving the puck around.”

“I can’t,” he shouted.

“You can. Trust me, Logan. You can do this.”

“I can’t,” he wailed. Suddenly, my hands became soaked with his tears.

****

Logan

Brooke and Woo had to help me to the car. It felt as if my manhood had been stripped away. Once Brooke got in the car, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, so I stared out the passenger window.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I growled.

“Are you in pain?”

“What do you fucking think?” I shouted.

Rage consumed me once again. The accident, Tommy’s death, my leg; it all came flooding back, reminding me of how much my life truly sucked.

“Don’t yell at me,” she shouted back.

There was a pain in her voice. A pain I’d never heard before.

“I’m sorry.” I reached over and took hold of her hand, but she wouldn’t look at me.

“I know you’re hurting, but you need to think before you speak.”

I let go of her hand and continued to stare out the window. After we arrived back to Brooke’s house, I sat down on the couch and turned on the game while Brooke wrapped my leg in hot, wet cloths.

“What are those cloths soaked in? They smell.”

“Special medicine, compliments of Woo. There. Your leg has to stay wrapped for at least an hour.”

As I looked into her blue eyes that stared up at me, I held out my arms to her. A feeling of guilt still resided inside me for snapping at her the way I did.

“Come up here.”

“Are you going to yell at me again?” She cocked her head.

“No, and I’m sorry about earlier.”

She climbed on the couch and snuggled tightly against me as I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

“Listen, Logan. You have no idea what you’re in for and today was only the beginning. It’s okay to be angry. In fact, I want you to be angry because healing comes from that anger. Just be careful not to misdirect your anger where it doesn’t belong.”

“I know, baby, and again, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are.”

As we sat there wrapped up in each other, my heart was pounding out of my chest when my team won the game in the last twenty seconds.

“Jesus, did you see that?” I exclaimed in excitement as I tightened my arms around her.

“I sure did. I think a celebration is in order.” She smiled as she lifted her head and brushed her lips against mine.

“What kind of celebration did you have in mind?”

“Something that involves this.” She grinned as her hand brushed over my semi-hard cock. “And this.” Her lips pressed against mine.

“I like the way you celebrate.”