Chapter Fifteen
KYLE
I went back to the clinic on Tuesday and asked Joyce if I could come in five days a week and just pay for the extra sessions out of pocket. I wanted this over with. I wanted to be me again. I wanted people to stop looking at the wheelchair and not seeing the man beyond that – and I needed to be far away from Amber.
Joyce put me on the schedule and I started that day. By the following Monday when Amber came back, I was walking with a walker. I was still dragging my bad foot a little bit, but getting better by the day.
When I walked into the clinic, Amber’s green eyes were the first things I saw. She looked surprised to see me out of the chair and smiled. I kept my straight face. I promised myself this was going to be all business.
As the days passed I got stronger, but the raw need I felt for Amber got stronger, as well. It was killing me that I wanted her so badly and I couldn’t have her. I lay awake all Thursday night thinking about her. I wondered if maybe I needed to just call one of the girls I used to booty call. That might stave off the hornies for a while – but the bottom line was that for the first time in years I didn’t just want sex. I wanted her.
By the time the sun came up on Friday morning, I convinced myself that I had to find out if she wanted me as badly as I did her. In order to do that, I needed to get her alone. She wasn’t going to agree to go out with me and the clinic got way too packed during the day for any alone time to happen. I formulated a plan in my head. I had no idea if it would work or not, but at the rate my therapy was going, I wouldn’t need the clinic much longer. I had to act now – before I lost the opportunity.
The first thing I did when I got up that morning was to call the clinic and ask what the latest appointment Amber had available was. I got lucky when the new girl answered the phone. Not only does she not really know all the protocols, yet but I think she has a little crush on me, too.
“She’s here until five, so she takes appointments until four, but she’s booked this afternoon.”
“Is there anything you can do for me, Sadie? It’s just that I have a doctor’s appointment this morning that I forgot about, but I really don’t want to miss my session. I’ve been doing so well.”
“I’m sorry, Kyle; I’m just not sure what I can do. Joyce is off today.” I knew that. I’d heard her telling Amber that the day before. “Amber is the only therapist here today.”
“Is there any way she can see me at five…just this once?”
“Um…I guess I could ask her.”
“Would you, Sadie? That would be awesome.”
“Sure, hang on for a minute.”
A few minutes later, she came back on the line. “Kyle, Amber said she can see you at five. The clinic will be locked up right at five though, so can you get here just a little early so I can let you in before I leave and lock up?”
“Absolutely, Sadie. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Kyle. I’m glad you’re doing so well.”
I hung up feeling a little guilty about being manipulative, but I also knew that Amber could have easily said no. The fact that she didn’t gave me hope. The next thing I did was call Greg. Over the past week, things between us had started feeling like they used to. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d done, but I think I was coming around to eventually forgiving him.
“Hey, I need to ask you a big favor.”
“Absolutely, what do you need?”
I told him my plan. Greg was the only one in my world that would think it was a good idea. As a matter of fact, he thought it was a great one. He agreed to take me to the clinic and not come back until I called him – if I called him. Now all I had to do was convince Amber that she wanted this as much as I did.
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“So how did your appointment go?” Amber had her green scrubs on today. I loved those. Her eyes looked like emeralds when she wore green.
“Good, the doctor said there are no signs of what’s left of the tumor growing,” I lied. I didn’t have an appointment today. It wasn’t scheduled until next week.
“Good. Okay, are you ready to get started?”
“Yep.” Sadie was here when I arrived and she was letting Amber’s last appointment out the door. She took me back to where Amber was and then hung around for a while until I was worried she was going to stay. Thankfully after fifteen minutes or so, Amber told her she was welcome to go home. Now, it was just her and me. I was far enough along to do my own leg exercises. I missed the days of her touching me – it almost made me want to take a few steps back in my progress. I sat down on the mat and stretched out my legs, and then she helped me up so I could do the parallel bars.
“You’re amazing,” she said when I made it to the end. “Only two weeks ago you were sweating bullets doing this and look at you now, not even breaking a sweat.”
I grinned at her. “I have to tell you, this is not the first time I’ve been called amazing.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure,” she said. I had to channel the old Kyle, the one that was self-conscious about his limp or the bald spots on his head.
“I seem to recall you screaming it out once or twice-”
“Kyle!”
I laughed and took a step closer to her. God, she smells so good. “What?” I purposely lowered my voice. “I can’t even remember how good it was?”
“Kyle…” That one came out in a whisper, but she didn’t step back.
“You don’t remember, Amber?” I reached up and just lightly touched her hair as I took one step closer.
“Kyle, please…” that one was so faint I could barely hear it.
I put my mouth next to her ear. “Please what, Amber? I’m just talking about memories, memories that keep me awake at night. Sometimes there’s no other way for me to get to sleep at night other than to relive it. Do you ever relive it, Amber? Do you ever lie in your bed and run your hands across your gorgeous body and think about me?”
“Kyle…I can’t do this.”
“Do what? I’m not asking you to do anything…” I let my lips brush against her ear and I felt her shiver. “We’re just talking about our memories here. You can’t take those away from me. I remember how you feel…how you taste…the sexy little sounds you make.”
“Oh fuck…Kyle…”
“What, baby? What do you want?”
She didn’t answer me, at least, not with words. She turned towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled her body up into me. I held onto her with one arm and the bar with the other as our lips met. I felt her sweet lips part and I slid my tongue into her mouth and tasted her. Nothing tasted as sweet as her…nobody tasted as sweet as her. Her warm and wet tongue was as busy exploring as mine was. Her body was melding into me. My cock was already rock hard – it was painful. I needed her. I broke the kiss and only pulled back enough so that I could look down into her beautiful eyes. “I need you, Amber…please.” She still didn’t speak; she only nodded. She took my hand and walked me slowly into the massage room. My heart was racing, and I had finally broken a sweat.
The room was small and filled with aromatic plants and a small fountain in the corner. The lighting was low and sexy and there was a big massage table in the center of it. There was a sheet and a pillow on it. She pulled me down for another kiss and nearly shoved her tongue down my throat this time. She was as hot, if not hotter than I was. “Take off your clothes and lay down on the table,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
“Really?” I asked her with a grin.
She grinned up at me and winked. “Really,” she whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched her step through a different door than the one we came in. I was kind of in shock that she not only agreed to this, but she wanted to play. For a few seconds, I considered the possibility of her leaving me here stripped down and taking off, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t her style. I started stripping off my clothes, using the table to hold onto as I did. I was slow and kept expecting her to come back in, but by the time I was completely nude, she still hadn’t shown back up.
The anxiety crept in again just a little bit as I lay face down on the massage table. I put my face in the hole in the table and stared down at the floor until I heard the click of the door. I started to lift my head, but she flipped off the light and said, “Don’t, stay comfortable.” She flipped on another light, a small one, and flipped on the CD player, allowing smooth jazz to waft through the room. I felt her hands suddenly on my back and for the next several minutes, she rubbed, squeezed, and manipulated every muscle in my back. My hard cock was boring a hole into the leather beneath me as she massaged her way down my spine. I’d come here hoping for a quickie in the therapy room…and five minutes in, she was already surpassing my wildest dreams.