The Sex Surrogate (37 page)

“It
was...
courting.
It was genuine attraction and mutual feelings and...”

“Mutual
feelings?” I asked, feeling a tiny light flick on inside of me.
On a switch I swear I had cemented over.

“Baby...
fuck,” he said, taking both of his hands and raking them down
his face. “I knew the second I saw you sitting on my couch that
first day that this was different. This wasn't a job. I wanted you. I
wanted you more than I have ever wanted anyone. And just how you
were. Shy and modest and anxiety ridden. I wanted that girl. And
then... when you started coming out of your shell around me, letting
down your guards, letting me in... I wanted you even more. Every
moment with you was like the first time. It was real, Ava. It was
real for me. It wasn't work.”

“Chase...
what are...”

“I
love you, Ava,” he said, shutting me up. His hands moved out,
cradling my face. “I have never loved anyone. No one. I wasn't
even sure I knew what it was until I found you.”

Oh,
my god.

Seriously...
oh my god.

Then,
because it was the only thing to be said, I whispered back, “I
love you too, Chase.”

His
eyes closed on an inhale. “I never thought I was going to get
to hear that. I thought...” he shook his head. “There was
a time when I had hope that you felt the same way.”

“When?”

“Anytime
I touched you. When you kissed me. When you dressed up for me. When
you said my chest was your spot. When you called it the safest place
in the world... but I didn't let myself think... or hope... that it
was true.”

“It
was true,” I said, giving him a small smile.

“When
did you know?”

“Around
the fourth session. I thought... I thought it was a crush. And then I
was sure it was transference. So I spent all my time making sure I
understood that you...”

“That
I what?”

“Saw
me as a patient.”

“Never,”
he said passionately, shaking his head. “Not once. Not for a
moment.”

And
then I was reaching for him, pulling him toward me, leaning into his
hand as he stroked my cheek, bringing his lips to mine and kissing
him with all the feeling I had been trying to repress for so long,
with every moment of soaring love, and crashing devastation. With
everything inside of me.

His
arms went around me, pulling me close, onto his body, then up,
pulling me with him toward the bed. He placed me down, pulling his
face from mine just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. My
hands went between us, tugging at his buttons until they came lose,
then running my hands up his strong center, sliding the shirt and
jacket off his shoulders.

He
broke off the kiss, reaching down to undo his belt, then slip out of
his pants and boxer briefs, standing there perfectly naked.

And
all I could think was : mine. He was all mine.

I
slid back onto the pillows, his body coming over mine, pulling my
pants and panties down over my hips, thighs, ankles. His hand ran
down the center of my body, watching so intently it was intimidating.
“I missed you,” he said, looking up into my eyes. “Every
day. Every hour. You were all I could think about.”

“You
too,” I admitted. Even when I was trying to not think about
him, he was still the dominant thought. No matter what I did.

“So
beautiful,” he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss between
my breasts before shifting and taking my nipple into his mouth,
flicking his tongue over it and then taking it and sucking. My hips
rose up off the bed, pressing into his cock as he moved across my
chest to continue the torment.

He
moved back between them, kissing a line downward.

My
hands reached out, grabbing his head, and pulling him up. His brows
furrowed. “No?”

“No,”
I said, my voice airy. I noticed his face fall slightly, then the
look quickly got pushed away. Patient. But I didn't want patience. I
wanted him. “I need you inside me,” I said, my legs going
up around his hips, pulling him closer. “Now.”

“
Fuck
me,” he said, bracing his forearms on my sides and resting his
forehead to mine for a second.

“Chase,
now... please...” I groaned, my desire a hot, twisting need
deep in my core.

He
shifted his hips and I felt his cock slide between my folds, making
me arch up and
groan.

“Fuck...
so sweet,” he groaned, reaching between us and bringing his
cock to my slick entrance. “So wet for me.”

“Always,”
I admitted, my eyes heavy as felt him start to press inside me.

“God,
I like hearing that,” he said leaning down and biting into my
lip.

Unable
to take the slow torment, my hands moved down his back, grabbing his
hips, and pulling him against me, feeling his cock bury deep.

“Fuck,”
he groaned, closing his eyes. “You feel so good, but baby...”

“It's
okay,” I said, reaching up to stroke the hair out of his face.
We didn't need condoms. We never really did. And I never wanted
anything between us ever again.

“You're
sure?”

“About
ninety-nine point nine percent,” I said, wrapping my arms
around him. “I want to really feel you,” I said, kissing
his chin.

His
eyes closed as he started rocking his hips into mine. “My baby
is so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his slow pace sweet and
gentle.

But
soon, neither of us could take it. Our bodies had been without each
other for too long and were too desperate and soon he was thrusting
into me: hard, wild, raw. And my hips rose to meet him, drawing him
in, driving us both upward.

“Chase...”
I gasped, feeling my orgasm crest then crash hard, my muscles
pulsating around him.

“Oh,
come for me baby,” he growled, thrusting hard, then burying
deep, his body tense as he came hard. “Fuck...”

“I
love you,” I said, close to his ear as I felt him come deep
inside me.

“Fuck,
I love you too,” he said, his body jerking.

His
weight came down on me for a moment before he grabbed me and rolled
us to our sides, our bodies still joined.

His
hand went out, stroking the side of my cheek. “I'm done with
this,” he said softly.

“With
what?”

“This,”
he said, gesturing out to the room. “As of an hour ago. I don't
ever want to touch anyone else. I don't think I've ever truly helped
anyone until you anyway.”

“Chase...”

“I'll
keep my practice. But I'm done with surrogacy. It's just you. It's
always been you. I just didn't know it until I met you.”

Wow.

Just...
wow.

My
heart felt like it was too big for my chest. Like there was no way it
could get any more full. “I think you should keep this room
though,” I mused, smirking.

“Oh
yeah?”

“Yeah...
we might need somewhere to sneak off to when I take a lunch break.”

“That
insatiable, huh?” he asked, smiling.

“Only
for you,” I smiled back.

“Come
here,” he said, rolling onto his back and tapping his chest.

I
flew at him, my head finding my spot easily, sighing contentedly.

I
got to have it.

Forever.

My
safest place in the world.

--

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