Rico's Recovery (Detroit Heat Book 2) (10 page)

Strong enough to take control of me?

My cock lurched beneath the hot water, and I couldn’t help sliding a hand down to touch myself. I closed my eyes again and wondered if she was doing something similar.

The texts only got worse form there. It wasn’t long before we were telling each other exactly what we wanted to do. She was insatiable, and I wondered if she was just as wild in person. I would have given anything to stand on my own two legs.

When I’d woken up that day, I had felt beaten down. I’d gotten well-acquainted with that feeling, but it didn’t last long. I was already eager for my next PT session. I knew I’d still be sore the next day, but at least I’d get to see Lizzie.

I’d get to see her eyes and I’d read them, looking for a sign of the naughty girl I’d been texting with. I wondered how well she’d be able to cover that part of herself up. I didn’t
want
her to cover it up, but I knew we had to play our parts while we were at the hospital. God, I couldn’t wait until it was finally just me and her on our terms.

“Rico, you all right in there?”

My mother’s voice snapped me out of any mood I had been in. I tossed the phone back onto the wheelchair. Reality had come crashing back down on me, and I realized that the water in the tub had turned cold. How long had I been in there?

I sighed, reaching forward to pull the drain. “Yeah, I’m all right, Ma.” I reached for a towel and got ready for the time-consuming climb back out of the tub. “Jesus. Give me a break, already.”

My heart was racing. My
mind
was racing. After feeling let down that Rico hadn’t responded to my message, he made up for it tenfold. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sexted. I might have even thought it was childish not too long ago, but he’d changed my mind for certain.

I was back in the break room, my face beet-red. I couldn’t believe what Rico and I were sending each other. He had me so turned on, thinking about him in the tub. I bit my lip and grasped at the hem of my scrubs when he told me that he was touching himself. I was dying on the inside being so far away from him. I remembered the grunts that he had let out during PT, and that only made things worse. A flash hit me and my knees went weak for a split second.

Alan came up behind me, scaring the hell out of me. “Hey, you must be working up a storm today. I think you’re sweating more than some of my patients.”

I laughed it off, quickly turning my screen off and sliding my phone back into my pocket. “Yeah. I figured if I worked hard enough here, I wouldn’t have to jog tonight.” I kept my voice under control, which actually surprised me. Rico had me so hot and bothered I didn’t think I’d be able to see straight, let alone talk. My patient was taking a ten-minute break and I had one more person to see, but I was already counting the minutes until I could get home for some much-needed relief.

My last patient of the day was an elderly woman who had broken one of her hips. She also had balance issues, and that required me to stay glued to her side. I liked Edwina, but it meant that I couldn’t check my phone for an entire hour. I lost track of how many times it vibrated in my pocket. Each time it did, I knew there was a new and delicious message from Rico and reminded me that I had something else that vibrated waiting for me in my nightstand.

After Edwina’s daughter picked her up, I grabbed my files, threw them into my tote, and headed straight for the door. Before I could get there, Sheila, another coworker, caught me. “Hey Liz, some of us are going out to Friday’s for a drink or two. You wanna join us?”

Sheila was a sweet girl and I didn’t like lying to her, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “Sorry, Sheila. I promised a neighbor I’d help her clean out her garage.”

As I slid past her, I couldn’t help but smirk at the look she gave me. It was a god-awful lie. Maybe she even knew something was up, but she was kind enough not to call me out on it.

The door was halfway closed when Sheila called through it, “All right. Have fun cleaning, I guess.”

I sat in my car, my heart pumping like I had just finished a good, long workout. In reality, as I read through Rico’s narrative, the workout was just beginning. It was a ten-minute drive home, but I was betting I could make it in seven.

His texts told a tale of sensual power. He described pulling me into his bedroom and stripping me. His hands were rough as he popped a button from the shirt I was wearing.

After Rico unbuttoned my jeans from behind, he slid them down my legs with firm pulls. I could imagine standing before him in my panties and an open silk shirt. He described being so overcome with lust that he would tear my panties from me. I moaned when I read that part.

Rico described pushing me forward, my hands down on the bed. He’d put a strong, confident leg between mine and spread them as he stood behind me. Pulling the remains of my underwear aside, Rico told me how badly he wanted to fuck me from behind.

I was close. I made it home in eight minutes. Two minutes after that I was in bed, my vibrator between my legs. I scrolled to the bottom of the conversation and managed to send him a message, even as the waves of an orgasm approached.

Finally home, getting some sweet relief.

I hit send just as the pleasure became too much. I gripped onto the sheets as my body twisted. I clamped my thighs around my toy as I cried out. I wanted to call out Rico’s name. I wanted to feel him behind me, taking me like a big, manly beast. I wanted to feel his hands at my hips, pulling me back to meet him thrust after thrust. My back arched from the orgasm that Rico didn’t even know he had given me, lifting me from my bed.

Collapsing back into the sheets, I tried to open my eyes, but the orgasm was still surging through my body. I held onto every last bit of pleasure that I could, and then I grabbed my phone.

He hadn’t responded yet and I decided to take things up a notch. Holding the phone above me, I sent him a picture. It was nothing dirty, if you didn’t know the context. It was just a headshot, my eyes closed and a smile on my lips, my teeth barely biting at my bottom lip. Nobody would bat an eye if they saw it. Nobody but Rico, that is.

I waited for his reply. I smiled when the large square popped up, showing me that a picture was loading.

I actually fell into my pillows laughing when I saw what he had sent me. I’d never seen such a shocked look on a person’s face before in my entire life. His eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his skull. I couldn’t wait to get him back in my gym the next day.

I knew Rico would be sore. The first day was always so rough on patients. To them it seems like I don’t ease them into it, and they often let me know it. In reality, I’m taking it very easy on them, because I need to know where their strengths are. Knowing what muscles they
are
good with helps me work on the muscles that need the most attention.

Rico was a unique case, because his entire lower half needed attention. Even the elderly, who suffer hip fractures all the time, bounce back faster than a double tib-fib break.

Leg presses had been the extent of Rico’s first workout. A set at the beginning of an hour and a set at the end, with stretching and joint articulation in between. He was still pouring with sweat when he left. Some of that sweat might have been from the harmless flirting I had thrown in. I
thought
it was harmless. But then everything came crashing down.

Rico rolled in, and I could see that even after a day of rest, he was still beaten down. I couldn’t blame him. But even through the exhaustion, I could see he was more than happy to be back. Our sexting affair the day before must have given him a second wind.

He raised a hand from the other side of the gym and yelled to me at the top of his lungs. “Good morning, Lizzie!”

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I raised my hands to try and cover my face. I panicked when I saw everyone in the gym turn from Rico to me. My coworkers gave me a confused look, but before any of their eyes could try and bore the truth from me, I ran back into the break room.

Once the embarrassment had passed, I grabbed a clipboard and Rico’s folder. After a deep breath, I came back into the exercise area, avoiding all of the eyes that were on me. All of them except his, of course.

Rico had a great, big grin on his face, like he had just won some sort of contest. Unless that contest was pissing me off, he had not.

“You think you’re a real card, don’t you?” Without waiting for a reply, I turned him around in his wheelchair and pushed him toward the exercise bike. My clipboard didn’t have him scheduled for any cardio, but I thought he had earned it.

He tried to turn to look back at me, but I leaned away. “I was just messing with you, that’s all.” I could hear some sadness in his voice, but I was going to let him lie in it for a while. Rico hadn’t done anything wrong, but I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.

While he was working the pedals, I managed to send him a text.

Play it cool, hotshot.

Rico was beginning to sweat when I came back, but he had a smile on his face. I saw him putting his phone away. He got the message. After a tiny nod, he asked, “What else is on the agenda for today, coach?”

Moving behind him, I looked down to see how his legs were faring. It was hard to tell myself that I was worried about his posture. Being that close to Rico was intoxicating, and all our dirty texts from the day before flooded my mind. He let out a grunt, and I thought I might die. He sounded so manly.

“How’s the knees feel? Biking is far less stress on the knees than running, but it is way more stress than you’ve had on them for quite a while.” I was leaning over his shoulder as he rode.

Rico was breathing heavily, but I could see that he was doing all right. I was even thinking about bumping up the resistance. “They feel all right. My quads are still killing me from the other day, but I’ll live.”

I nodded and came back around to face him. Rico smiled, “My glutes are killing me, too. Real sore back there.”

Rico couldn’t resist. He just had to throw something out there to destroy any professional thoughts I had.

I stretched him out after his ride, and I could already feel his flexibility returning to him. “Keep doing your stretches at home on your days off. They will be your life saver.”

“Coach, you mind if I get some water?”

I obliged, but Rico didn’t feel like sitting in his chair and waiting for me to bring some water back to him. He wheeled behind me toward the break room. At the door, I turned around.

“Rico, we don’t really allow patients back here. I’ll bring you a glass.”

I should have known by the smile on his face that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I’ll be quiet. I’ve oiled my wheels, so I won’t make a squeak.”

Lowering my voice, I said, “Rico, come on. The last thing you and I need is someone watching us.”

I leaned down to talk to him, and that was when he wrapped an arm around my neck. Before I had a chance to react, Rico’s lips were at mine. I could feel the heat from his body. I could smell his sweat. Everything about our kiss was magical. It was intense and powerful. Rico was strong, taking exactly what he knew we both wanted. I closed my eyes, moaning and leaning closer to him.