Free LIGHTNING by Sandi Lynn Page B

my head and with a small smile, I grabbed my crutches, headed to my bedroom, and took a pair of underwear out from the drawer. After putting them on, I hobbled back out to the living room where I found Brooke sitting down, sipping on a glass of wine.
    “Have a seat.” She patted the couch.
    “So therapy starts now?” I asked as I sat down.
    “Yes. Therapy officially starts now.”
    She got up from the couch and grabbed the amber-colored bottle from the table. Twisting the cap off, she poured the contents into her hand.
    “What is that stuff?”
    She got down on her knees, brought my leg up to the coffee table, and started with my foot. “It’s a special Chinese oil that contains many healing properties.”
    Her hands rubbed around my foot before reaching up to my calf and thigh. Her touch, even if it was for therapeutic reasons, turned me on. I gulped as I felt my cock twitch. Just the mere fact that her beautiful slender hands were on me was driving me crazy. I needed to distract my thoughts because the only thing running through my mind was fucking her on the couch.
    “Where did you get that stuff?”
    “A friend of mine.” She looked up at me with a beautiful smile.
    “You know what I’ve noticed about you?” I asked.
    “What?”
    “Your answers are always so vague.”
    Her eye narrowed as she looked at me. “You think?”
    “I don’t think. I know.”
    She straddled my leg as her thumbs pressed down deeply.
    “Who’s this friend of yours?”
    “His name is Jeung Woo. He’s the one who helped me walk again.”
    She stopped massaging my leg, wiped her hands on the towel she brought from the bathroom, and took a sip of wine.
    “He must be an incredible doctor, then.” I smiled.
    “He’s not a doctor. He’s a healer.”
    “How did you find him?”
    She poured some more oil into her hands and vigorously rubbed them together before placing them on my leg.
    “My father has a lot of business contacts in China, and after telling his friend over there about the accident, he suggested that we get in touch with Woo. So my father did and he agreed to see us. We left for China the following week.”
    “How long after the accident was that?”
    “Six weeks. I spent those six weeks in my room and in my bed, refusing to get out of it.” Her brow arched as she looked up at me. “If I couldn’t walk, there was no sense in me trying to get back to my life before the accident. Being fourteen at the time and hormonal, I had hit my lowest point. I was very angry. I hated the world. Every time my dad would try to talk to me, I would push him away. He even sent a psychiatrist to the house to come talk to me.”
    “Did the psychiatrist help you?”
    “Not really because I wasn’t open to listening to her. There was nobody who could tell me how to feel. It wasn’t until after I met Woo that I started to open up.”
    “How long were you in China?”
    “About six months. My father had arranged for an American teacher to homeschool me while I was there. Because of his business, he couldn’t stay with me, so he left me in the good care of Woo.”
    “He left you there in China all alone with a total stranger?”
    Her lips gave way to a gentle smile. “Woo became like a second father to me very quickly. I understood why my father couldn’t stay and I wasn’t about to let the accident destroy my family’s life any further. He taught me so much about life and what was really important. After Woo felt my time in China was up, he flew back to the States with me and stayed with us for three months while he continued my rehabilitation. Just between you and me, I didn’t think he was ready to say goodbye. I had kind of grown on him.”
    “He sounds like a good man.”
    “He is. After careful consideration, he left China and moved to California. He has a practice there. He wanted to bring his knowledge to the States and try to help those who wanted to seek an alternative medicinal route.”
    “Am I really going