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“I didn’t want to worry you.” She takes me back into her arms and squeezes me again.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I want to know this shit. Don’t keep things from me.”

“I love you too, Meg. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”



I had the most amazing day ever. Just having my bestie here has lifted my spirits like you wouldn’t believe. I couldn’t thank Carter enough when we got home, for what he’d done.

Apparently, he had stolen Meg’s number out of my phone and called her. She jumped on the first plane once she heard that I was sick. I’m not sure how long she’s staying, but I’m going to enjoy my time with her while she’s here.

Carter had booked us in for the full spa package. We were there for over four hours. We had a therapeutic Hydro Bath, exfoliating treatment, hot stone massage, a facial, and of course a manicure and pedicure. It even included lunch. It was just what my tired body needed. I felt revitalised when I walked out of there. As amazing as it was, just spending time catching up with Meg was the highlight for me.







When Carter finishes his last job for the day, he finds Meg and I chatting on the sofa when he walks into the apartment. Making his way towards us he bends down, brushing his lips against mine.

“I’m gonna have a quick shower, then I’m taking you two out for dinner,” he says smiling down at me.

“Okay,” I reply returning the smile. My eyes are glued to his arse as he turns and makes his way towards our bedroom. He is still refusing to have sex with me. It’s getting to the stage now that I’m tempted to tie him to the bed in his sleep, just so I can have my way with him.

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.