Giggling, I nod. “I think that would do it for me too if my kid was drawn to something I didn’t approve of. It might not be what I envisioned, but hey, you’re pro, so you must me be really talented.”
“Exactly. He still throws out these subtle insults when I talk to him or visit. Things like, ‘Oh you got the MVP award, that’s good. . . it’s not the Stanely Cup, but I’m proud of you.’” He says it with a laugh and a smile, but I can see a trace of hurt lingering in his eyes.
“Ah, so he gives you a little jab with a compliment. Sounds like one of my older brothers.”
“Older brothers? Plural?” he asks.
“Yeah, six to be exact.”
“Well, that changes everything. Maybe we should turn around and go get their blessing for our marriage. I don’t need to get my ass kicked on top of this shoulder injury and the possibility of getting ousted from the country.”
Laughing out loud, I point a finger at him. “That might blow up in your face. Running off is absolutely the best option. Ask any of them, and you won’t just have an injured shoulder, you’ll have broken legs too.”
“Six, wow, I’m an only child, so I have no idea what your childhood was like.”
“It was amazing and really, really loud. We were all so close growing up. It was actually one of my brothers who inspired me to become a physical therapist in the first place . Geoffry, he’s the second oldest, he was an incredible football player. He stood out even in the Pee Wee league! Played on every team he could and made varsity every year. At the beginning of senior year, he scouted by a college recruiter. . .” Letting my words drift off, I feel Ryon shift his eyes to me.
“Did he get drafted? Is he some big shot football player for the Dolphins or something now?”
“Actually, no.” Cupping my hands in my lap, my mouth folds down. “In his senior year of college, he was on his way home from a friend’s house, when a drunk driver crossed the line and hit him head on.” Ryon’s brows arch high and I can see the distress on his face. “He survived, but he was never the same. It ended his football career and destroyed the future he’d imagined for himself. He never regained full mobility of his right arm, and he has a permanent limp when he walks. It changed everything for him. His entire identity had been built around his physical skills, and when he couldn’t play anymore, when he couldn’t even walk down the street without it being obvious he was permanently injured, he lost all confidence. But it sent me on this path, and it brought physical therapy to me. I want to help anyone I can, and I want to give them back their lives. I couldn’t help my brother, but I want to give a chance to other athletes out there. The chance that my brother never got.”
“That’s an athlete’s worst nightmare. I’m really sorry he had to go through all that. Although I can’t say I’m sorry it led you down this path, to knowing you and having you as my therapist.” He grins, a full, hearty grin that makes my heart melt. “And you’re helping so many people. You found your calling.”
“I did, I just wish he got the care he deserved. I think if he had one on one care from the beginning, he might be in a different position right now. Looking back on his recovery, I see so many missed opportunities. But I was a kid. I wouldn’t gain that knowledge for years, and then it was too late to help him.”
“Well, I’m thankful I have you to make me better.” He points his finger, swirling it in the air. “Hey, can you pass me my phone? I stuck it in the front pouch of my backpack.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, unzipping the bag at my feet, and pulling out his phone. “Here you go.”
Handing it over to him, he attempts to plug in the charger cord, but drops it between his legs. “Shit.” He leans over slightly, trying to grab it while keeping his eyes on the road. “Damn it, I can’t find it. Do you see where it fell?”
Glancing at the floor between his feet, I can see the very edge of it under his seat. “It’s tucked in there pretty good.”
“Am I close?” he asks, feeling the floor with his hand.
His hand jumps around, just missing it. “You’re right there, a little bit further back.”
“Over here?” As he moves his hand, he accidentally jerks the wheel, and the car swerves. “Ah, shit.” He steadies the wheel and puts the car back in the center of the lane.
“Here, let me grab it for you.” Leaning over the center console, I reach my arm under his leg.
I’m feeling around on the floor between his feet, when the car hits a bump, forcing my face to slam into his lap. I’m struck on the cheek and dazed for a second as my brain processes what just happened.
I just got up close and personal with Ryon’s dick.
Jerking my body upright, Ryon has a little smirk on his face. I sit still, eyes wide, completely aware of how big and thick his cock is. My skin buzzes with excitement knowing that just sitting beside me like this turns him on so much.
“Sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t really sound apologetic. “I know you’re my physical therapist, but you’re also a pretty gorgeous woman, and well, more than just my shoulder reacts to you.”
I don’t know how to respond to this. I make a series of ums and ohs, but aside from that, I’m at a total loss on how to respond. I’m also lost in my head, replaying those brief seconds when I felt his cock against my cheek.
Ryon breaks the awkward silence. “It’s not every day I have a beautiful woman with her face between my legs,” he chuckles. “And if I’m honest, you do that to me every time you give me a massage.”
“Oh, well, that’s natural. It happens to a lot of people, and most therapists aren’t fazed by it at all.”
“It’s never happened to me before, and I’ve had a lot of massages over the years since playing baseball.” He thins his lips as he adjusts his hand on the wheel. “Can I ask you something?”
“Um, yeah, sure.” I can hear the hesitance in my voice. I’m still a little flustered that I just got a face full of his cock, and now he wants to talk about it!
“Are you ever turned on by our sessions together?” he asks, glancing at me out the corner of his eyes.
I don’t answer, I can’t. I’m not a good liar, and I have no idea what to say. The answer is yes. Yes, I get turned on. Yes, I think about him taking control of me. Yes, I want him to fuck me. And the feeling is new. I haven’t experienced it with other clients before.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, until Ryon puts the blinker on and pulls off into a desolate, rundown rest stop. He pulls the car into one of the spaces, and reaches down to get his phone himself. Plugging it in, he sits it in the cup holder, and turns in his seat to face me.
“Maybe we should take a little driving break. Stretch our legs, work out the kinks. . . have a little fun?”
“Fun?” I ask, but I know exactly what he’s getting at. The look in his eyes, the grin on his face, and the fact his cock is still hard tells me what he wants.
My stomach is in my throat and my body is getting hot and tingly. I’m wet. I can feel it as my thighs close instinctively, trying to ease the throb in my clit.
“Yeah, fun,” he says sweetly, smirking as he lifts his hand to sweep a loose strand of air behind my ear. “I mean, you’ve seen most of me, I think it’s time we even the score.”