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groin work; you’re going to get groin work. I’d been studying physiotherapy for three years, and I knew how to work a groin like no other.
“All in good time, Lucas,” I said, taking control.
I worked his shoulders for just a little longer so I didn’t seem too anxious or keen and then I made my way to his groin—down in the middle of his abdomen, just above his genitals and where his work of art already on display maintained its up position.
“Well?” Lucas asked.
“Well what?” I had to tread lightly, I looked at his groin. “It’s a very sensitive area,” I said. No really, it was and not for the obvious reasons. Treating the groin was all about managing acute stages of injury and blood flow. I tried to explain this to Lucas who just mumbled, “Do what you can.”
“So you want me to do what I can, but there won’t be any repercussions for anything I do?” I checked.
“Ah, so they teach you to legally cover your butt too. You’re deflating me Mia,’ he sighed. “It’s sore, so do what you can for my groin,” he pleaded, melodramatically then smiled.
I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a look that said ‘pull your head in Lucas, and not that head.’
“Okay, you’ll have to bend your knee and rotate it outwards,” I said, needing access to his groin. I may as well have said ‘put your penis in my face.’
I took a deep breath and plunged in, so to speak. I stroked lightly but firmly upwards from above the knee to the groin area.
Lucas inhaled sharply.
“Did that hurt?” I frowned.
He shook his head in the negative. I continued to work my way up and down the muscle, trying to cover the whole of the groin area.
Lucas had stopped breathing. He occasionally took a large breath and held it again. He put his arm up to cover his eyes. I dialed back my pressure on him, and went a bit lighter in case it was too much.
Lucas rolled off the table and grabbing his clothes, ran to the door.
“Thanks,” he called back and was gone.
I stood there looking at the door. What the...? I waited a minute and he didn’t return, so I closed the adjoining door again and went up to get in my bath.
Chapter 11
I wandered up the internal stairs to the third level right on seven p.m. with a bottle of mineral water and my lemon meringue pie. Their door was open.
“Knock, knock,” I tentatively called out and a beautiful, blond woman in her mid-twenties appeared. She looked ethereal in a pale blue floating skirt and a loose knit, fitted cream top with three-quarter sleeves. I hoped my navy fitted dress to my knees would be suitable.
“You must be Mia, welcome,” she greeted me. She was so warm and lovely.
“I hope I’m not early.” I looked around. “Lord Lucas isn’t here yet?”
She burst out laughing. “No, he’s been held up at weights training. The coach is giving them a pep talk. Please come in.” She led me into the kitchen and took the offered lemon meringue pie.
“Mia, you shouldn’t have, this looks magnificent.”
“Mom’s recipe,” I said. “I can’t take all the credit.”
“Thank you, delicious. Puts my bought chocolate cake to shame.”
“That was my fallback option,” I confessed. I liked her even more.
“This is my fiancé, Jason.” She introduced me to an absolute bear of a man. Jason was enormous—tall with dark hair while Sarah was about my height and barely came up to his shoulders. He was wearing loose jeans and a black knit pullover and wiping dishes in the kitchen.
“Poor hen-pecked fiancé,” he sighed, waving the dishtowel in my direction.
I grinned and turned to Sarah. “Well done you. Now could you start working on Lucas?”
They both groaned.
“Have a seat.” Sarah indicated a stool at the bench. “We can watch Jase wipe up together.”
“What will you have to drink?” Jase made a face at her and opened the fridge. “Wine, juice, a beer or your mineral water?”
“The mineral water will be good, thank you,” I
“All in good time, Lucas,” I said, taking control.
I worked his shoulders for just a little longer so I didn’t seem too anxious or keen and then I made my way to his groin—down in the middle of his abdomen, just above his genitals and where his work of art already on display maintained its up position.
“Well?” Lucas asked.
“Well what?” I had to tread lightly, I looked at his groin. “It’s a very sensitive area,” I said. No really, it was and not for the obvious reasons. Treating the groin was all about managing acute stages of injury and blood flow. I tried to explain this to Lucas who just mumbled, “Do what you can.”
“So you want me to do what I can, but there won’t be any repercussions for anything I do?” I checked.
“Ah, so they teach you to legally cover your butt too. You’re deflating me Mia,’ he sighed. “It’s sore, so do what you can for my groin,” he pleaded, melodramatically then smiled.
I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a look that said ‘pull your head in Lucas, and not that head.’
“Okay, you’ll have to bend your knee and rotate it outwards,” I said, needing access to his groin. I may as well have said ‘put your penis in my face.’
I took a deep breath and plunged in, so to speak. I stroked lightly but firmly upwards from above the knee to the groin area.
Lucas inhaled sharply.
“Did that hurt?” I frowned.
He shook his head in the negative. I continued to work my way up and down the muscle, trying to cover the whole of the groin area.
Lucas had stopped breathing. He occasionally took a large breath and held it again. He put his arm up to cover his eyes. I dialed back my pressure on him, and went a bit lighter in case it was too much.
Lucas rolled off the table and grabbing his clothes, ran to the door.
“Thanks,” he called back and was gone.
I stood there looking at the door. What the...? I waited a minute and he didn’t return, so I closed the adjoining door again and went up to get in my bath.
Chapter 11
I wandered up the internal stairs to the third level right on seven p.m. with a bottle of mineral water and my lemon meringue pie. Their door was open.
“Knock, knock,” I tentatively called out and a beautiful, blond woman in her mid-twenties appeared. She looked ethereal in a pale blue floating skirt and a loose knit, fitted cream top with three-quarter sleeves. I hoped my navy fitted dress to my knees would be suitable.
“You must be Mia, welcome,” she greeted me. She was so warm and lovely.
“I hope I’m not early.” I looked around. “Lord Lucas isn’t here yet?”
She burst out laughing. “No, he’s been held up at weights training. The coach is giving them a pep talk. Please come in.” She led me into the kitchen and took the offered lemon meringue pie.
“Mia, you shouldn’t have, this looks magnificent.”
“Mom’s recipe,” I said. “I can’t take all the credit.”
“Thank you, delicious. Puts my bought chocolate cake to shame.”
“That was my fallback option,” I confessed. I liked her even more.
“This is my fiancé, Jason.” She introduced me to an absolute bear of a man. Jason was enormous—tall with dark hair while Sarah was about my height and barely came up to his shoulders. He was wearing loose jeans and a black knit pullover and wiping dishes in the kitchen.
“Poor hen-pecked fiancé,” he sighed, waving the dishtowel in my direction.
I grinned and turned to Sarah. “Well done you. Now could you start working on Lucas?”
They both groaned.
“Have a seat.” Sarah indicated a stool at the bench. “We can watch Jase wipe up together.”
“What will you have to drink?” Jase made a face at her and opened the fridge. “Wine, juice, a beer or your mineral water?”
“The mineral water will be good, thank you,” I
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