Cross My Heart

Chapter 40

   Five weeks later.....

GWEN'S POV:

   It was late when I woke up. Gavin and I had some awesome, fun sex last night, so I was sort of sore this morning, and didn't wake him by touching his body, like usual. I just wanted to pee and eat and get ready. I was going to lunch with my mum. It was our thing. Every Wednesday, we'd go to lunch together. Just her and I.

We'd gotten to know each other quite well already. She visited our flat only two days after meeting us that first time. She told us life is short, and she's had enough wasted time, so she wanted to see me as much as possible. It made me really really happy that she wanted to be in my life. And that, made Gavin happy...which made me even more happy....yeah, that whole endless cycle of happy.

The first two lunches, Gavin came with us. Because I wanted him to. I'd never been out in the world without him yet. I never had reason to be. But I got used to it quickly, especially because I was with my mum, and I knew she'd protect me just like Gavin would. I could sense that from her. I looked forward to Wednesdays. She was a nurse's aide at a doctor's office, and Wednesdays were her day off. And Saturdays. Last Tuesday, she'd slept over our flat, after having dinner out with us, and having a few drinks after. Nate came over too, and my mum was more than happy to meet the other guy who helped give her daughter back her life. He felt sorta awkward when she just kept squeezing him, but I could tell he felt good about it. Sometimes I wondered how Nate didn't have a girlfriend. He was so wonderful. Why not? And he wasn't gay, Gavin told me. I'd asked if he was absolutely SURE about that. And he ended up telling me that Nate liked me. I had been completely clueless to it. But after Gavin explaining it, it made sense. Some of the things he'd said to me that night when Gavin went to the hospital for his wrist and we slept on the sofa together. Little 'moments' that had stuck out in my head as sort of odd, but I didn't know why. THAT was why.

I asked Gavin if it made him mad that Nate liked HIS girlfriend. And he said no, because he knew, and had proved, that he'd never try and take me away. And because he knew that I'd never allow Nate to take me away.

Anyway, I quietly got ready for my shower hoping to not wake Gavin, and hopped in. I had planned for it to be a quick shower, but then since it was morning, and since I was used to sex in the morning, and since I'd started picturing things Gavin and I had done last night......yeah......the shower lasted a little longer than I planned. I couldn't help it. I didn't really ever do that till recently. I'd never thought to. I had Gavin. But a few Wednesdays ago, my mum got called into work in the middle of our lunch, so we took our food in containers, and she dropped me off early.
I walked in, and Gavin was in the bedroom. He didn't hear me come in, surprisingly. He was laying on top of the covers, pants pushed down to his upper thighs. Just enough for everything he needed to reach, to be...reachable.

When I first walked into the doorway, my jaw dropped, and I gasped and jumped in surprise.
His eyes were closed, so he didn't see me. I took a step, and was going to announce my presence, but then...I thought it was kinda sexy, what he was doing. He was telling the truth about not using porn, I guess. I wondered what he was thinking about as he stroked himself.
Seeing him like that made me horny, and before I knew it, my hand was exploring myself over my clothes.
I didn't hide from him at all. If he opened his eyes, he'd see me standing there watching him.
But I hoped he didn't open them, because this was quite hot.

As he started stroking faster, he started breathing heavier. His arm muscles became more noticeable, and his chest seemed to sink in as he tired out one hand after another, switching when one would get tired. His pelvis was pushed up, and soon he started rocking it up and down as his rhythm got sloppy.
I couldn't help myself but slip my hand down into my pants to feel how he was feeling. My other hand slid up into my shirt.