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Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?

Chapter Three

For so many months she’d dreamt of him, dreamt of this. She’d pleaded with whatever gods she believed in, cried herself to sleep thinking about it, but nothing had helped. Then a few months ago, she gave up. She conceded to herself that it was really over, that he no longer wanted her and had moved on, and she made herself believe that it was for the best.
 
Yet here she was, sprawled out on her bed, clutching Kris’s dark locks in her fingers while his face was between her thighs. He had been the one that made her truly appreciate this act, the first one that had really done it right. And now he was blowing her mind all over again.
 
Every time her legs tried to close, he pushed them back apart, becoming even more adamant in his task. The twitches in her body told him that he was doing exactly what he had hoped, the noises she was making letting him know that she wanted it, and she wanted him. She wasn’t just moaning, she was pleading, calling for him. It was his name she said, no one else’s. It was him that she wanted.
 
When her breath hitched and her back arched off of the mattress, he had to force himself to stay cool, to ride this out for her. He couldn’t be selfish, not again. But the sounds that she was making, the sighs and the gasps, he’d dreamt about them for so long. He never thought he’d hear them again, not from her.
 
He raised himself up, kissing her stomach even as he kept his fingers buried inside of her, urging her on and closer. She was so close, he could feel it. He always had known when she was, he was so in sync with her.
 
“Come for me,” he whispered against her navel, raising his eyes to watch her as a sob that sounded like it was born half of ecstasy and half of pain tore through the air. Her eyes were closed, hair fanning over the pillows while one hand twisted into her blankets, the other pulling at his hair. He found himself wondering how he ever could have strayed from her.
 
When Gabrielle opened her eyes, they immediately connected with his. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more, she craved it. Pulling on his hair, she lead him back up her body, slipping her lips against neck, even as her breath still came out in shudders.
 
“I missed you.”
 
Her whisper surrounded him, lifting his spirits in a way that they hadn’t been lifted in well over twelve months. His arms snaked around her body, lifting her off the bed as he sat up. He cradled her body to his, refusing to let go of her, even as he guided himself inside her, finally feeling at home again.
 
The way she felt around him, tight and timid, he relished. She felt even better than he remembered. The thought of sharing this, sharing her with anyone else, made him sick to his stomach.
 
“How many?”  he asked her, guiding her hips over his, gritting his teeth to stay in control when her hardened nipples brushed against his chest.
 
“Hmm?” She was too lost in the way he felt to fully understand him. He’d put on weight in the past year, but it felt like all of it was muscle weight. The way he held her, with such strength yet so gently, she felt treasured.
 
“How many others?” he clarified. It wasn’t the words he understood, but rather the desperation in his voice and the fear in his eyes. He was scared of her answer.
 
She shook her head, holding onto him even tighter. He was showing a vulnerability that he didn’t usually show. He worked so hard to make people think that he didn’t care sometimes that she forgot he actually did. “Only you,” she sighed, kissing his forehead as she rode his body. “No one else was right. Just you.”
 
His heart lightened when he heard her words. He’d spent so many night sickened at the idea of another man with her, sleeping next to her, or inside her.  But all of that time… there had been no one. Just him. Suddenly he regretted all the girls he had used to try to forget her. He wanted to be able to tell her the same thing. Unfortunately he couldn’t. So he settled for what he thought was the next best thing.
 
“I love you.”
 
They became lost in each other, reliving the love that they remembered sharing before he’d fucked up. It felt like no time had passed between them, yet it seemed as if an eternity had. Only when Gabrielle’s body shuddered against his did Kris finally allow himself to let go and end what he had been fantasizing about for twelve long months. And curled around her warm body, he fell into a peaceful sleep, feeling whole for the first time in a long time.
 
 
Tangled in blankets and legs, Gabrielle woke to the sound of her iPhone signaling multiple text messages. She cursed herself for forgetting to turn off the sound the night before. She hated being woken up early on a day off.
 
With a quiet groan she sat up, stretching over Kris’ bulky body to grab the white iPhone that was lit up. She was about to turn it on vibrate, but the text message on the screen caught her attention.
 
[b]what happened to u last nite? thought we had a date[/b]
 
Gabrielle knew she didn’t have a date, she hadn’t had one in quite a while. And only a few feet away, she saw her phone lying on the carpet. Even as she cursed herself for doing it, her finger slid across the screen, unlocking the phone and clicking on the text message, bringing up all from that contact.
 
Her heart wrenched when she saw the messages that he had sent and received with this girl. There were no words of love, but pet names and sexual comments. He seemed to have some ongoing relationship with her.
 
Gabrielle raked her eyes over the man that she’d once again allowed into her bed. The one that last night had told her how much he missed her and that he loved her. The man that had snuck into her heart again, only to break it. Only this time, he hadn’t cheated on her, he’d used her to cheat on someone else.
 
Angered at being fooled by him again, she climbed out of bed and threw on the first pair of sweats she saw. How could she have been such an idiot? She never should have listened to him. She should have demanded he left and forgotten the whole thing. Gabrielle had once again fallen for his sweet words and charm.
 
“Get up,” she growled, throwing his phone at him and hitting him on the chest. Startled, Kris’ eyes flew open. He’d been hoping for a repeat of last night, wanting to continue proving to her how much he cared, but with the deadly look on her face that idea went out the window. “You need to leave.”
 
“What?” he mumbled, scratching his head as she began throwing his clothes at him, muttering to herself the whole time. What the hell had gotten into her? She seemed close to going on some sort of tirade, and she refused to look at him, yet again.
 
“You need to leave, now. I want you gone.”
 
“Gabby-“

“Get out!” she screamed, stomping her foot on the ground like a child. Any other time Kris would have found it amusing, but as it was he was too concerned. He had no idea what could have gotten her so worked up so early in the morning. “I never should have let you in here. I never should have let you touch me! I knew you’d only hurt me again.”
 
“What are you talking about? Gabrielle, I love you, talk to me.”
 
Those words only enraged her further, sending her stomping out of her bedroom so she could fling open the front door. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops and have them take you out of here, Letang.”
 
He hurriedly pulled on his pants, carrying his shirt and phone with him. The cops? Had she lost her damn mind? “What the ‘ell is wrong with you?”

“You. You are what is wrong with me, now leave,” she growled, practically pushing him out of the door. “And tell Cecile I said hi,” she spat before slamming the door in his face.
 
He blinked at the door a few times before her meaning set in. Cecile. She knew about Cecile, the girl he’d been going to for a release. They had built up a ritual the past couple of months on Wednesdays since he hadn’t had to worry about games during his break. He would go over there, they’d fuck till they were both sated, and he would go home. She must have been confused  that he hadn’t showed up or called. She had to have tried to get ahold of him, that was the only logical thing that could have happened. Gabrielle had look at the message.
 
Looking over his phone only confirmed his worries, and he realized just what he had inadvertently done. He’d broken her heart, again.
 
“Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the wall, not knowing what else he could do to show some of his anguish. He’d ruined it, and there would be no mending it. He couldn’t change her mind now.
 
She was gone. 

Notes

I'm in the process of writing a full length sequel for this short story. If I like it once I get going on it, I fully intend on posting it on here, and on mibba.

I would love some feedback on this. :)

Comments

So I would love an update on this story! Please and thanks

Polarvortex Polarvortex
8/27/20

I love this story! more soon

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/29/17

Liking this so far. It's definitely emotion charged and those kind of fics are the best kind.

antepenult antepenult
5/22/17

dammit Tanger. he had better straighten up and fly right, because I want to hear more of this story :-D

Perdita Roseau Perdita Roseau
2/15/17

I'm enjoying this story. Please update soon :-)

ruthiekun ruthiekun
1/28/15