I know the abstaining isn’t easy on him either. Every time we’ve made out he’s gotten hard, but has refused to let me do anything to relieve him. I hate it. I know how much I’m suffering, so I can only imagine how he feels.
We no longer shower together. Not only did it make me feel like an invalid that he felt the need to wash me, but the temptation of being naked together and not being able to take it further became too hard. Wednesday was the first time in weeks that we did. I was complaining about not being able to wash my hair because of the stitches in my chin, so he offered to wash it for me. He sat me on the stupid plastic chair and removed the showerhead from the cradle. After gently tilting my head back, he washed my hair from behind, careful not to wet my face.
When he was done, I stood and turned around to find his beautiful penis standing proud. He was hard as a rock. Enough was enough. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and even when he protested I refused to let go.
It only took a few strokes from my hand for his head to fall back and a loud groan to escape him before he relented. He needed it, and he knew it. It had been weeks since he’d had any relief. That didn’t sit well with me. I know how important sex is to him, and I hated that he was going without. I trusted that he wouldn’t go elsewhere because I know how much he loves me, but I wanted to do it for him.
With one of his arms wrapped around my waist holding me up, his lips met mine. His other hand moved down between my legs and his fingers circled my clit as I continued to work him over.
Within minutes our bodies were trembling as we moaned into each other’s mouths, coming undone together. His grip tightened on my waist when my legs threatened to give way from the intensity of it. One thing is for sure; holding out seems to make those orgasms all the more sweeter. When we finally do get to go all the way again, it’s going to be explosive.
Although it wasn’t even close to what either of us really wanted to do to each other, it was enough to take the edge off.
Unbeknownst to him, I have big plans for tomorrow night. We will be having sex. That you can be sure of. I’ve taken all the necessary precautions to make sure that happens. He’s not going to know what hit him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Carter
I should’ve called Megan weeks ago because I can already see the improvement in Indi. Her spirits seem lifted. I love seeing that spark in her again. I took a chance calling Megan behind Indiana’s back, but thankfully it all worked out. As soon as I told her what was going on with Indi she was not only shocked, but completely devastated. Before I even got the chance to ask her if she’d come home, she’d already said, “I’m gonna organise a flight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” An hour later, she called me back to say she was on the way to the airport and would be flying out in a few hours.
It worked out perfect. Her plane was due to touch down in Sydney mid-morning the next day. I got Justine to organise a hire car to pick Megan up from the airport and bring her here, as well as book the appointment at the Day Spa. I told her I wanted the girls to have the works, to spare no expense.
I’ll admit I had a lump in my throat when I observed their reunion. It was very touching. I was so glad I could do that for her. She needed that lift. She’s at the tail end of her treatment now, and I can tell how much she’s struggling. Hopefully this will give her the boost she needs to get over the last hurdle.
After showering and dressing in a pair of dark denim jeans and a nice dress shirt, I head back out to the girls. Indi whistles as I walk towards them. “You look good enough to eat,” she whispers when she rises from the sofa, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Mmmm. You smell delicious,” she sighs after placing her nose against my chest and inhaling. Fuck me.
Everything in me wants to pick her up, carry her into the bedroom and devour her. That thought has been consuming my thoughts every minute of every fucking day, but I can’t do that. One more week, that’s what I keep telling myself. Never in my life have I gone this long without sex. Do you have any idea how hard it is to lay next to the woman you love every night and not be able to connect with her in that way? It’s fucking torture. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly caved when Indiana has all but begged for me to fuck her. I hate denying her of anything, especially sex, but it is for her own good. She’s been too sick and too weak.
If all goes well, in one more week I’m gonna fuck her until she can’t walk.
I end up taking the girls to a restaurant called the Surfhouse. It’s situated on the shores of Merewether Beach. It was recommended to me by one of my clients, Kellie. I was told the food and the view were to die for, and she was right. It was.
For most of the night, I sat back and watched them talking and laughing. It warmed my heart to see Indiana like this again. I’ve missed her laugh, her smile, and her happy-go-lucky nature. The girls were tight back in high school, and it pleases me to see nothing has changed.
It’s late when we arrive back at the apartment. I knew Indi wouldn’t want Megan staying in a hotel, but because I only had the one bedroom, we pushed both sides of the sofa together to make a makeshift bed for her. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t seem to mind. We would be heading back to Sydney Monday morning to start the last course of radiation therapy anyway, so it was only going to be for two nights.
Sunday morning we rise early and head to the Growers Market. It has become our Sunday morning ritual since Indiana has been staying with me. After stocking up on fresh fruit, vegetables, and other local delicacies, we headed to the fish market to get some seafood to have with our lunch.
Late that afternoon, Jax turned up at the apartment unexpectedly. “Hey buddy,” I say surprised when I answer the door. “What are you doing here?” To be honest, I’ve missed our catch-ups. We haven’t been getting together for our card night since Indiana started her treatment. She was just too sick.
“Your woman called me,” he answers. “She thought you needed an afternoon on the town with the boys.” Looking over my shoulder at Indiana I find her smiling at me. Christ I love her. Even though the thought of leaving her initially worries me, she has Megan here, so I know she’ll be fine.
Standing, she makes her way over to us. After greeting Jax with a kiss on the cheek, she wraps her arms around my waist. “I hope you don’t mind, but you need this. A chance to unwind will do you good,” she says smiling up at me. “Besides, if I’m lucky I might even get some drunk sex when you get home.”
“Nice try,” I reply laughing.
“He’s not holding out on you is he?” Jax asks Indi.
“Yes, he is. I need you to get him shitfaced while you’re out, so I can take advantage of him when he gets home.” Jax and I both laugh at her comment. Fuck. I hate that she’s feeling neglected in that department. We’ve had a long talk about this though. I know she understands my reasons for not sleeping with her.
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It’s around 11:00pm when I stumble into the apartment. I’m alone. Jax ended up picking up two random chicks as we were leaving. Or should I say they tried to pick us up. They invited us back to their place. Of course I wasn’t interested. The only woman I’ll ever need or want was waiting for me at home. He ended up walking away with his arm around them both. Lucky bastard. One more week I chanted to myself, shaking my head as I turned in the other direction, making my way towards the apartment.
The lights are out when I arrive, but Indiana has left on the hall light that leads to our bedroom. I can see Megan is already asleep on the sofa. Quietly, so as not to wake her, I make my way towards my room. I’ve had a fair bit to drink, but I’m actually feeling pretty good. Very relaxed. Jax tried his best to get me shitfaced, but I need to drive back to Sydney in the morning, so as the night wore on I slowed down. It was a good night. Indi was right; it was just what I needed.