One thing Nick knew was that being one armed really sucked. Every time he moved his injured shoulder, pain radiated down his arm and across his back. He held his towel closed over his hips as he looked around the locker room. Since he'd been given the shift off, he was back at the station to clean up and collect his stuff.
Because the other men were still at the warehouse, it made what was already a difficult situation a little easier. He let go of the towel. It dropping to his ankles as he pulled open his locker, unaware of the eyes watching him.
***
Nicola watched Nick with greedy eyes. She'd been assigned to assist Nick if he needed any help, after waiting around for him to finish in the shower she got back to the locker room just in time to see him drop his towel when he reached for his locker. Licking her lips, she took in his size, the water still dripping down his chest. Images of riding him filled her head; she could almost feel his girth spreading her, filling her completely. Nicola stifled a groan at the thought, and watched him pick up his towel and swipe the water from his legs.
Once he began putting on his boxers, her mind was made up she would render any assistance he needed. She knew a thing or two about massage, and it looked like he needed it, imagining the things she could do to his body to make him more comfortable. Licking her lips again, she salivated at the thought of his hard, rough muscles relaxing under her grip. Those massage lessons she took were finally going to pay off.
She would wait until he finished getting ready before the pursuit began. She was going to have fun getting to know his body more personally, and she slipped away from the locker room still thinking of his proportions.
***
Nick groaned as he tugged his shirt over his shoulder, gritting his teeth as the pain stabbed into him like a searing hot poker. He felt so wiped out, he was going to go home and crash after taking the pain killers Christian gave him, before heading back to the warehouse.
Picking up his wallet, he remembered what happened this morning. With a grin, he opened the billfold and slid out Evelyn's card. He looked at the address and grinned broadly. It was only a block away, and even though he could walk there from the station, he needed to get home afterwards, so he figured he would drive. A block wouldn't hurt too badly, he rationalized. Besides, if Evelyn could find an opening for him, a massage would help, and then he'd be able to drive home without as much pain.
***
Nicola wondered how long it was going to take Nick to get ready. He had to be ready soon or everyone else would be back, and she'd miss her chance to follow him, she thought as she leaned up against the brick alcove next to the exit. As soon as she finished that thought, the door creaked open and Nick stepped out, with his backpack over his uninjured shoulder. Before Nicola could approach him and ask him about helping with his shoulder, he got into his car.
Moving quickly, Nicola slipped from the alcove and hurried towards her car. She would not lose this chance to get Nick alone. Taking care of him at his apartment was an even better idea, but she wondered why he was driving with his hurt shoulder. While she cared for his shoulder, she planned to ask him what was so important that he couldn't have gotten a taxi.
As he turned down the street, Nicola realized he wasn't going home. Curious, she followed him until he stopped in front of a set of shops. He slowly got out of his car. His pain-filled movements caused her to grimace as she saw him wince when he shut the door and stepped up onto the pavement. He pulled a door open to what she recognized as a therapeutic massage establishment.
She quickly got out of her car and discreetly looked in the massive storefront windows to see the slut that had taken Nick from her at the auction. Slut greeted him and then showed him the way past the front counter disappearing from sight. Furious anger boiled in her veins. How dare she continue this with him? Nick was hers, she would have him. The slut was getting in the way and she would have to dealt with now.
# # #
Evelyn sighed as she looked at the paperwork scattered all over her desk, knowing she would have rather spent this time in bed with Nick, but instead, she was drowning in forms. An open schedule for a few hours gave her time to finish filling out everything that piled up. She sighed and heard the door open. Slipping off her chair, Evelyn walked out of her office and stepped into the lobby.
She grinned broadly when she saw Nick dressed in his station uniform standing at the door, "Nick! Well this is a surprise!" she called walking over to him.
He tried to return the grin, "Had an accident at work, and dislocated my shoulder, so the captain made me take some medical leave. Then I remembered your business card. I don't know if you can fit me in, but a massage would be great right about now, my whole body aches, it was difficult to not think of you, now that I'm off work for a couple days."
"I have three hours until my next client shows up, so I can take care of you now if you'd like," said Evelyn.
"That would be good," said Nick, wincing.
"Lets get those muscles relaxed then."
Evelyn led Nick towards the massage room and said, "I assume you've just recently showered?"
"Yeah, I had to, we dealt with an intense warehouse fire. I never knew how much it sucked having only one arm," Nick put his keys in his pocket, wincing as he pulled his shoulder.
"Ok, I'll help you out of your shirt then you can get undressed and under the blanket," said Evelyn, as she approached him.
Nick's breath hitched in his throat as the tips of her fingers touched his abs and seductively skimmed his shirt up.
Evelyn grinned as she felt his muscles twitch under her touch. She pressed her fingers in closer, brushing the fine hair on his pecs, pulling his shirt over his shoulder and down his injured arm.
"Ok, you can leave your boxers on if you want, put the blanket on over you and I'll be right back."
Nick let out the breath he was holding as he watched her leave the room, his skin tingled from the slight touch of her fingers. He sat back onto the massage table and awkwardly pulled off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Then he slowly started to pull off his pants.
# # #
Evelyn's fingers still buzzed with the sensation of touching Nick's chest when she pulled off his shirt. She quickly prepared the massage oils, taking the bottle to the massage room. She knocked and then entered before he could respond. The sight of the thick bulge in his tight black boxers brought her to a dead stop as her eyes were immediately drawn to it, licking her lips as she remembered how large he really was. Thankfully, Nick didn't notice her staring at him when he looked up at her. She gazed deep into his molten brown eyes that seemed worn and tired, lines stretching from his eyes further emphasized his exhaustion.
"This will make you feel better Nick, I promise," Evelyn soothed, as Nick lay on the table and rested into the face mask
"Thanks, I've never actually had a professional massage before."
"The massage usually takes around an hour, sometimes more. It depends on how tense the client is."
Evelyn looked forward to spending over an hour touching his muscles, Nick was the most well sculpted man she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. "Just relax. I'll start on your hurt shoulder. It will hurt until the oil has a chance to work into the muscle."
"I'm ready."
He couldn't wait to feel her hands on him again, an anxious tension settled into his muscles.
Evelyn grinned as she applied the oil to his tight bicep, Nick jerked at her touch. His bronzed skin glistening under the oil, and he grunted as her fingers gently ran over the contour of his shoulder. She felt the throb of the muscle under her fingers, so she knew she needed to be delicate with this area. It was tender from the dislocation, so she gently spread the oil and reached under his arm to spread it.
"After we're done, I have a shoulder brace for you to use. It'll give your shoulder more support so it will heal faster. I'll let the oil do its job to relax your muscle before I get into massaging you properly."
***
The pain and constant throb from his shoulder decreased the moment Evelyn's feather-light fingers brushed his shoulder, the oil relaxing his stressed body.
"It's starting to feel better now."
"Good, I'll get started then."
Nick groaned as her fingers pressed harder into his shoulder. Hot darts of pain shot through him as she rubbed and kneaded. He gritted his teeth as she stroked the knot, working it, each pass she took reduced the ache until all he felt was a dull, numbed throb.
"That should have helped. Your type of dislocation was just simple bruising. If it was more serious, you'd be at home right now knocked out on pain meds. I've dislocated my knee once before, tore one of the ligaments. It wasn't fun at all."
"How did that happen?" asked Nick, concerned.
"It was stupid, really stupid. I was running late for class and I tripped on the edge of the concrete stairs at the college where I was studied for my massage certification. I hobbled on crutches for weeks."
"Damn, that doesn't sound fun at all, I've had experience with crutches before as well. When I first joined the firehouse, I sprained my ankle after a rough game of basketball. "
