Worthy

by Ryan, Syd

  “I appreciate your crazy effort, anyway.”

  Gavin gestures to the couch. I’m glad he’s a guy you can eat in the living room with. He turns his large television on to a baseball game. I nod to let him know I’m cool with the game. We eat in a comfortable silence, and that silence speaks volumes. The pizza is delicious with the beer. After two beers and a belly full of pizza, I’m ready for bed. The evening has been a perfect distraction.

  “Thanks, Gavin, for everything tonight. The pizza was great. The bed is looking too good to pass up.”

  “I’m not far behind you myself. Anything you need?” I appreciate his sweetness. It is so lovely being taken care of for a change. I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. For a second, I allow myself to take in Gavin Rodgers. It takes all my self-control not to put my arms around him and climb up his body like a tree.

  Halfway down the hall to the bedroom, I turn around and wink at him. “Night, Gavin.”

  Gavin takes a deep breath. “Night, Jamie.” I climb into bed, making sure I have my Kindle and the remote control. I need to text Regan; I’m not sure why I haven’t heard from her yet.

  Jamie: Thanks, bitch, for the heads-up about Gavin.

  Regan: You're welcome...

  Regan: How is everything?????

  Jamie: I want to go off on you, but I will save that conversation. Gavin has been great. UGH.

  Regan: Ugh????

  Jamie: It’s too much. I KNOW...it sounds dumb, but Gavin is too good to me.

  Regan: I want to bitch slap you, that is what you need right now. Let him be good to you, and you deserve it.

  Jamie: Conversation too deep...Going to bed loved one. NIGHT! Off tomorrow, will text you.

  The texting conversation shaved off about twenty minutes. I flip through the channels finding nothing of interest. I put on some CSI for background noise. I pick up my erotic romance Kindle read. I have that nervous feeling you get when you stay at someone’s house for the first time. The stiffness of the sheets because they are not yours, even though you know they have been laundered. My thoughts become racy, and I need to find the perfect distraction. I dedicate myself to reading more, and now I want sex. Of course asking Gavin for it is not an option. I decide to pick up my pink bullet. I want a fast and intense orgasm, not one I have to work for.

  I walk to the bedroom door to make sure it is locked. The last thing I need is for Gavin to do one of two things. The first one is walking in on me masturbating, and the other one is hearing me masturbating. I get a plan in place. Bedroom door locked: check. Television turned on to the music channel: check. Removal of navy lace thong: check. Pink bullet at the bedside: check. The essentials are in place, and an orgasm is in my very near future.

  My thoughts are going back to Gavin in the shower. I spread my legs. I start to finger myself, and it feels too good to stop. I suck my finger to get it wet, and I rub it over my nipples, which immediately get hard from the damp touch. I spread my legs further apart and begin to circle my clit fast. The urge to cum is foremost in my mind. Gavin’s wet dripping body in the shower is making me need it even more. I wanted to strip my clothes off and join him in the bathroom. I wanted him to fuck me against the wall hard and fast. My imagination stays in place as I put the pink bullet on my clit. My cunt is dripping wet before the vibrator is even applied. I turn up the speed to the fastest level and use my other hand to pull and tug at my nipples.

  “Fuck,” I say to no one. As my orgasm approaches, my desire to be fucked by Gavin is overwhelming. The want is there, and the need is even greater. One step away from cumming, I pull my nipple even harder and center the bullet on my clit by pulling my lips further apart. The orgasm hits me. “Fuck...Gavin.” I try to be quiet, but the intensity is too much. I lie in bed for a few minutes relaxing from the orgasm. I clean up the bullet and place it back in my bag. I put my thong back on, unlock the bedroom door, and climb back into bed.

  Sleep comes quickly after my orgasm. The exhaustion of the last few days has finally taken its toll on me.

  A big bolt of thunder wakes me up at 3:57 a.m. Now I’m fucking pissed. The humidity has been wreaking havoc on the weather. I was sleeping so well; now it is going to take forever for me to go back to sleep. The rain picks up and the downpour is heavy, making it difficult to see out the window.The winds are picking up speed, and it’s looking scary outside.

  I climb back into bed, and for the next fifteen minutes the winds shake the windows a bit. There is no way I’ll be sleeping in this tonight. I want to go to Gavin’s room. After all, he told me to let him know if there was anything I needed. I sit up in bed struggling with the decision to go to him.

  A few minutes later, I’m walking toward Gavin’s bedroom. His door is open. I appreciate the open-door policy, and my anxiety lessens a little bit. A part of me is afraid to wake him up just because I’m awake and aggravated. I stand in the doorway going back and forth in my mind. As I turn away to go back to my room, Gavin faces me.

  “Umm. I want...” I am feeling flustered by his gorgeous body. Gavin has the sheets down to his waist, leaving his beautiful torso exposed. His clearly defined chest and abdominal muscles have taken my breath away twice in one day.

  Gavin could have asked me what I needed or wanted; instead he just did the next best thing. “Jamie, come on. You can sleep with me,” he said with a sleepy, dreamy smile.

  I crawl into his bed as the thunder continues to pound outside the bedroom window. Gavin allows me to get myself into a comfortable posiiton with the pillows situated. I’m not sure if I should move to the edge of the bed, away from him. By no means do I want him to feel like he has to have me in his bed. Gavin immediately takes the choice from me by bringing the back of my body up against his hard chest. He circles his arms around me, and I feel his stubble on my neck. I love a good smelling man, and Gavin doesn’t disappoint. He has the just-got-out-of the-shower vibe going on, and I find it very distracting. I sink my body into his, grateful for the refuge it gives me.

  When I climbed into his bed, I wasn’t expecting the intimacy it’s giving me. I lie in bed with Chris all the time after sex, and it doesn’t impact me either way. Lying in bed with Chris is like hanging out with your best friend with benefits. The focus is on the sex and the fun it gives us both. Orgasms are the end goal and nothing else. When it comes to sex, I like to think like a man. We both get what we want, and we go our separate ways. No expectations equals no problems. No one is tying me down. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem being tied up, just not tied down. I can come and go as I please, and fuck anyone else if they don’t like it.

  My mind is racing all over the place. Intimacy and Jamie are on opposites ends of the spectrum. When Gavin holds me closer, the instinct to run is stronger than ever.

  Jamie, everything is alright,” Gavin says softly in my ear. The anxiety is creeping up to a level that I am nowhere near being comfortable with.

  “The storm is too much.” My brittle tone shows I’m on the verge of tears.

  “The weather is temperamental here, it should pass shortly.” Gavin lightly kisses my temple. I pull myself into him even more, leaving no distance between us. He allows me this, and a feeling of calm takes over as I drift into a comfortable sleep.

  Chapter 10

  For the past few days, the sunrise has crept up before I was ready. My first suggestion to Gavin would be to buy some room-darkening blinds, but that man could sleep with a flashlight in his face. The sun is shining so brightly you would never know that a storm was in action last night.

  I want to get out of here before he wakes up; I do not handle mornings well. Whether it involves a walk of shame or not. I look at his alarm clock; it is a little after 8:00 a.m.

  I want to make breakfast for Gavin, expressing my appreciation for all the help he has given me. I scoot toward the edge of the bed so I can creep out without waking Gavin. I am almost in the clear when he begins to stir awake.

  Gavin pulls me back to him, and I laugh nervo
usly. His morning wood is out in all its glory, poking me.

  “Good morning, everything on the up and up?”

  He pokes me a little harder. “What do you think, Jamie?”

  “I think everything is on the up and up. I think I will leave you to it.”

  As I’m climbing out of bed, Gavin stops me in my tracks. “You OK this morning, Jamie?”

  “I don’t like storms very much.” I don’t make eye contact with him.

  He shakes his head. “Glad, everything worked out for you, Jamie.” He doesn’t ask any more questions. I appreciate his giving me the space I need.

  “Umm...I think you have something that needs to be dealt with.” I wink at Gavin. He steps out of bed, his cock at full attention. Saying good morning in its own stand-up way. My self-control is minimal. Looking at Gavin I want to climb him like he is Mount Everest.

  “Jamie, if you keep staring at me like that, I will have you drop to your knees faster than you can imagine. I will fuck your throat, holding nothing back. At that moment, you will be taking my cock like it’s your last meal.”

  I smile at the thought and pray that it will happen soon. I want to watch Gavin lose control as ecstasy takes over. I have no doubt it is a magnificent sight. “The plan is to go make us breakfast, anything you don’t want?”

  “I’m not picky, put on a pot of coffee for us.” I can’t stop looking at his dick. “Jamie, eyes up here, unless you are ready to take me up on my offer. I’m sure you can help me out with this ‘big problem’ I have this morning. Any suggestions?”

  I shake my head and go to the kitchen, while Gavin has his morning pee. I think of the endless ways I could help Gavin, and I begin to daydream. In my favorite scenario, I am on my hands and knees having Gavin pound me like there is no tomorrow. This leads me to believe that I need a quick fuck with Chris before I make some terrible choices regarding Gavin Rodgers.

  I get to work in his kitchen, appreciating his housekeeper more than ever. The fridge is loaded with anything you could possibly want to cook. I used to make my brothers and sisters breakfast in the morning. Drug addicts do not like mornings, and my mom wasn’t an exception to the rule. Getting out of bed was never easy for my mom, and asking her for help just made her nastier.

  The school almost filed truancy charges twice. My mom was lucky she managed to put a stop to it by making fake doctor’s appointments and phony doctor’s notes. By that time I was old enough to take over mornings, whether I wanted to or not. I did the best I could, and I was surprised they abandoned me considering I took care of the kids. Who takes care of them now?

  All these thoughts are running through my head as I prepare a breakfast fit for a king: pancakes, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, coffee, and juice.

  Gavin walks up behind me, catching me offguard. “You have been busy, Jamie. You didn’t have to do all this. It smells good.”

  “I think it is the least I can do since you are letting me stay here for a couple of days to get this figured out. I grab a mug and make him a cup of coffee.

  Gavin takes it graciously. “I called my friend Kyle at the police station, he said he would get back with me this afternoon.”

  I continue to busy myself around the kitchen, making his plate. He sits at the bar, and I place the plate in from of him and start cleaning up the kitchen. Gavin turns me around to face him and takes the dishrag out of my hands. “Jamie, sit down and eat. Please. I will clean this up after we get done eating. I want you to sit down and eat with me.” I make a small plate for myself, but my appetite has all but left me. I have a lot of thoughts running through my head.

  I sit next to Gavin at the bar, sipping my hot coffee. He is on his second plate of food. I would never cook for myself like this at home, but I appreciate the fact that he is enjoying it. Breakfast food is my thing, all other meals not so much. “Jamie, you outdid yourself this morning.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Now, I want to know why you are not eating?”

  “The cook usually doesn’t want it by the time it is done.”

  “Defintely calling bullshit on that, Jamie.”

  “I’m just not hungry, Gavin.”

  He turns me around to face him. I don’t like the eye contact. This is a signature move for him. He knows how to throw a girl off her game. “I told you earlier about Kyle, not to make you leave. I wanted you to know that I was doing something about Doug. Your safety is my priority. Jamie, you can stay here as long as you like. I like having you around.” Gavin’s words give me some comfort, enough for me to eat a little breakfast this morning.

  We work together as a team cleaning up the kitchen. The cleaning gets done in no time. “What’s on the schedule for today?” I ask him.

  He gives me a million-dollar smile. I look at him thinking about the woman he is going to marry one day. For the woman who snatches him up, it will be like winning the lottery. He has the makings of a great husband. Protective, loyal, attentive, an alpha, honest, strong, smart— the list is endless when it comes to Gavin. “I thought we’d hang around here today, enjoy the pool together. I will grill up some dinner later on. A relaxing day with no pressures, Jamie, you up for it?” He looks at me intently with his ocean blue eyes with a specks of gold.

  I could look at his eyes, which remind me of a bright summer day, and get lost in them. “Gavin, it sounds like exactly what I need today.”The way he looks back at me, it’s like he knows everything going on in my mind. I pray that he doesn’t, because even I want no part of all the shit that is going on in my head.

  Gavin tells me he has to take care of a few things by phone this morning, leaving me to my own devices. I tidy up the guest bedroom. I may be a disaster in my own apartment, but in someone else’s place that is not an option.

  I take a morning shower to get myself freshened up a bit. I can’t stand getting in the pool without being clean first. I shave my bikini area; I plan to wear my white bikini, which leaves nothing to the imagination. Temptation is my middle name for the day, and I want to have Gavin off his game. He is so well controlled; I want to see him very uncontrolled. I pull my hair into an unkempt bun and place my aviator sunglasses on my head. I tie my bikini on loosely and add my white flip-flops. I gather a towel, sunbathing lotion, and my Kindle, and I’m ready to join Gavin poolside.

  Gavin has an exquisite oasis in-ground pool, and it’s beautifully maintained. It takes up most of the backyard, with a grassy area off to the side of the house where kids can play safely. The water is just as blue as the day they put in the pool. My staycation is just getting better and better.

  I lay my towel on the lawn chair and put my stuff on it. Gavin is walking around the pool with a net, cleaning out bugs, though I haven’t seen a single bug. The muscles moving in his back as he stretches over the pool have me all hot and bothered. His navy trunks accentuate his tight ass. That’s another distraction I do not need. When he turns around, his six-pack is on full display, and sweat moves down his tanned chest at a slow pace. I want to lick the salty sweat from his V all the way up his chest. I can taste it, wanting it more than ever.

  Gavin winks at me, and once again my thoughts are betraying me. Fuck, it is aggravating. I walk over to him.

  “About done with bug patrol?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “I want you to put some lotion on me and help tighten up my bikini. I hope that is not a problem for you.”

  “Go ahead and lie down on the lounger and I will be over.”

  I walk over to the lounger and untie my bikini top. Gavin puts the pool equipment back in the shed and pulls his lounger next to mine. “The lotion is up on the table.” I close my eyes and allow myself to relax. Gavin drips cold lotion on my back and legs. He begins at the bottom and works his way up my calves and thighs, leaving no area untouched. He slides up my bikini bottom so it’s more like a thong. He rubs my ass, shoving my legs apart so his fingers slightly graze my pussy. I want to beg him to put his hands on it; I just don’t have enough nerve
to ask him. Picking up on my soft sounds of frustration or ecstasy, he works the lotion into my back, and his fingers gently touch the sides of my breasts. My bikini bottom is getting wet, and the pool has nothing to do with it.

  “I think I got everywhere, go ahead and flip over. I will finish the front.”

  “Umm. I can get it, Gavin.”

  “No reason to get lotion all over your hands, I got this.” I flip over, leaving my bikini top untied. Gavin starts at the bottom and moves his way up. As he gets to the tops of my thighs, he moves them apart. It is the sweetest torture. Another sound leaves my mouth as I await what is going to happen next. He moves the bikini bottom as he rubs lotion on my inner thigh, grazing the lips of my pussy. He repeats this on the other side.

  He rubs lotion over my stomach, working his way up my chest. Then he rubs lotion on both of my arms, working his way to my breasts. He stops at my nipples and massages the sides of my breasts. The sensation becomes too much. I’m so fucking turned on.

  Gavin gets close to my mouth. “Jamie, do you want me to take care of it for you? He rubs my nipples into hard points. He squeezes and pulls them, sending sensations to my clit. “The privacy fence is in place, nobody gets to see this except me. Let me give you some relief.” Gavin slowly kisses down my neck. He moves my bikini top up so my breasts are on full display for him. He looks like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to start.

  “Please,” I whisper, needing this to go somewhere fast. “Sweetheart, I got you.” He sucks each nipple to a hard point, running his tongue against them to make them even harder. He unties my bikini bottom and moves a finger, smearing my wetness all over my pussy. Then he puts his finger in me. “Jamie, fuck you’re tight.” He continues to move his finger in and out of me, before adding another finger. It feels so good I don’t want him to stop.

  “Gavin, I need more.”

  “Baby, I got you. I want you to ride my hand.” Gavin puts one hand on my left breast, tugging and pulling at the nipple. One finger pumps in and out of me as his other finger circles my clit.