Page 74 of Living Without

Later in the day, we were back in the apartment and I was on the phone to Josie, when I asked her, “Do you think I’m making the right decision?” I had just told her my choice of giving up journalism to study counselling.

“I think you should do what you feel is right. Is this what you want?”

I leant over the kitchen counter, moving the crossword I had started earlier aside as I contemplated my choice once again. More than half of me was dead set on the change. I wanted to help others. The only small part of me that hesitated was my concern that what if it wasn’t something I enjoyed, making the whole subject change a waste of time.

“I’m 80 percent sure it is.”

“Follow your heart, honey, and it will lead you the right way.”

“I’ve searched all about it, and I know I do want to help people. Most counsellors aren’t people with a past like ours, and I think actually being equipped with the knowledge of how bad days can get would be more helpful than someone who is blind to it. Even helping Kelsey, gave me a sense of… goodness. Studying it all has led me to want to reach out to women in a violent domestic situation. Teens in the same situation. Ever since… Josie, I have a need to help people through their own hell because I know, like you do, what it can do to a person. If, in some way, I can help ease their burden, their fears, then I want to.” I groaned. “I sound like a fool.”

“No, you really don’t. It sounds like you know what you want.”

Smiling, I nodded and then because she couldn’t see me, I said, “Yes, it does sound like it. Come Monday, I’m going into uni to change my courses.” My whole body eased from a tension I held over the decision I needed to make, since I had finally made a choice. The right choice. My smile widened.

“I’m glad. Now tell me, how are things going living with Saxon?”

Heat touched my cheeks when the image of that morning popped into my head. “Good,” I sighed.

Josie giggled. “That sigh sounds like a sweet one.”

Just speaking of my man sent warmth throughout me. “It is,” I admitted.

“Honey, I have another call coming in. I’ll ring you back shortly.”

“Okay, I’ll stay close to the phone, ready for your call.”

I had only hung up the phone and started back on the crossword when I sensed him.

“How’d it go with Josie?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I smiled. “Great. It helped make up my mind. I’m going to do it.”

He winked. “Glad, angel. Really happy for you.”

“Thank you. The support you give me… I couldn’t do without it.” A blush heated my cheeks and I looked back down to the crossword. “Um, do you know the point value for the letter H in scrabble?”

“Wouldn’t have a fuckin’ clue, but do you know how sexy you look leant over the counter?” he asked, his voice coming closer, and then I felt his hands at my waist. I went to stand, but one of his hands slid to my back and held me down, so I was still bent over the bench.

The phone rang. Saxon ordered, “Tell her you’ll call her back.”

Nodding, I answered, “Josie, I’ll have—”

“Honey, I forgot to tell you. I heard from Mum the other day and she wants us to visit her. It will also give us the chance to meet Austin. I was thinking maybe next week…”

Josie’s voice went to the background, because I concentrated on what Saxon was doing. He had flipped the bottom of my dress up over my arse and he was palming my cheeks. I bit my bottom lip to stifle my moan.

“Does that sound like a plan?” Josie asked.

Next my underwear was pulled down my legs, and he went back to rubbing his hands over my arse. My pussy grew wetter and wetter with each passing touch, and finally he dipped a finger inside of me.

“Nary?”

“S-sorry, I was distracted. Ah, yes, it sounds like a plan.”

“Great, so Mum said she would organise lunch, and I know she would hate us bringing anything, but I’d still like to. Did you want to come over the day before we go and…”

Her voice faded once again when Saxon added another finger and thrust it hard inside of my slickness.

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