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.

••••

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.

When I turn the bedroom light on, it wakes Indiana. Shit. Sitting up, she rubs her eyes. She’s so sweet when she first wakes. The covers slide down revealing her spectacular tits. Fuck me, she’s naked. My dick instantly stirs.

Throwing back the covers, she climbs out of bed. Sweet Jesus, I know exactly what she’s up to. She stalks towards me. “Where are your pyjamas?” I ask, diverting my eyes. If I look at her I know I’m gonna fucking cave. The fact that I’ve been drinking doesn’t help. My judgment is impaired. Burying my cock into that heavenly pussy of hers again is all I’ve thought about for weeks.

“I was hot,” she says smirking as her arms snake around my waist. It’s fucking winter. Bullshit she’s fucking hot. I keep my hands by my side as my gaze moves up to the roof. I try not to think about the fact that I can feel her hard nipples pressed against my chest. Fuck she’s a little vixen. My cock grows harder. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispers, getting on the tips of her toes and placing a kiss on my neck.

At least I’m fucking wearing clothes.

She’s playing dirty. I need to stay strong. Her hands reach up and start undoing my buttons one by one. “I can do that,” I say looking down at her. Of course she’s gazing up at me through her lashes, smiling. Yep, she’s a vixen.

Christ she’s fucking beautiful.

“I’m sure you can,” she purrs. “But let me do it for you.”

“You’re not playing fair, babe.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I can’t help but chuckle at her reply. Does she think I’m fucking stupid? Like hell she doesn’t know.

Once all the buttons are undone, she reaches up and slides her hands under my shirt before pushing it down my arms. It falls to the ground. Her eyes rake over my chest and down to my abs as she licks her lips. My cock grows harder. Her fingers skim over the scrolled script tattooed across my chest.

“What’s does ‘Mi Vida Loca’ mean? she whispers.

“My crazy life.” I see the corners of her mouth curve up at my response.