Dr. Chase Hudson (The Surrogate Book 2) (18 page)

“Yeah, baby,” I said, moving my hand
between us to grab my cock and slide it down her slick cleft, making
her groan, making her bite into her lip. “You're going to ride
me. Show me how you like being fucked.”

Her eyes went wide for a second before getting heavy
with desire. “Okay.”

As soon as I heard the word, I pressed my cock against
the threshold to her pussy, waiting. “You're in control,”
I reminded her and a small smile toyed with her lips. She took a deep
breath and started to press her body down into mine. Her tight pussy
grabbed at me as I spread her slowly, inch by inch. “That's it,
baby. Take me in.”

Then she did. Deep. To the hilt, feeling my cock hit at
an angle it hadn't the last time, stroking over a spot that made her
forehead fall down to my shoulder on a primal groan.

“You're so fucking tight,” I told her, my
hands digging into her ass. “You feel how your pussy is
squeezing me?” Against my shoulder, she nodded. I pressed my
hips up into hers slightly. “Find what feels good, Ava,”
I told her, my hands moving to her hips.

She lifted her head as she shifted upward, moving until
I was half out of her before pressing all the way back in, moaning.

“That feel good?”

Her pussy tightened around me. “Yeah,” she
whimpered, lifting up again.

She pushed back down. “Try this, baby,” I
said, taking her hips and moving them back then forward, letting my
cock rub hard against her g-spot.

“Oh my god,” she cried, her fingers digging
into my shoulder.

Fuck. The sound of her when my cock was inside her...
it was almost my undoing. It took everything I had to hold myself
off. “Make yourself come, Ava.”

It didn't take long. Her g-spot proved every bit as
sensitive as her clit as she rocked against me. It came on slow, a
hard tightening around me followed by a slow, deep pulsating as she
collapsed against me, gasping, her nails drawing blood from my
shoulders.

I stroked my hands up and down her spine, giving her a
minute to recover, but knowing I was nowhere near finished with her.

She moved backward, her brows drawing together when she
felt me still hard inside her.

I felt the smile toy at my lips. “Yeah, I'm not
done with you yet,” I told her and her pussy clenched hard,
making the smile spread. “You like that idea, don't you?”

She fought a smile and pursed her lips. “Eh,
maybe,” she said, feigning indifference but the vice grip of
her cunt on me told a whole other story.

I chuckled, taking her by the hips and tossing her onto
the mattress. “All fours,” I said, my voice stern, unable
to keep the edge out of my tone. She rolled onto her belly but didn't
rise up as I moved to stand at the edge of the bed. Too far gone to
give a fuck about reining in my natural dominant tendencies, I
grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward me until her knees were at
the edge. “I said all fours,” I growled. There wasn't
even a pause as she got up on all fours. “Good girl,” I
said, my hands squeezing her ass. My palms moved down the backs of
her thighs, just to the spot where they met high up to hide her pussy
and I slapped that spot hard. “Now spread your legs.”

She spread her legs.

“I am going to fuck you,” I told her,
sliding my cock to her pussy and holding there. My hand moved up her
back toward her neck then into her hair, grabbing it and pulling
until her body jerked up toward me. “Hard,” I added as I
slammed inside her. Her breath hissed out of her and her ass arched
higher. “Elbows on the bed,” I told her and she moved
down, making me pull her hair even harder. But she didn't pull away.
She liked it. Maybe even as much as I did. My other hand moved to
right above her ass.

Then I fucked her.

Hard.

Like I fucking promised.

And she
fucking loved it.

Each time, I withdrew almost all the way before
slamming fully back in, tilting up slightly. Wild. Primal.

My hand twisted harder in her hair as my other hand
moved to her hip and used it to pull her back against me with each
forward thrust, getting as deep as possible.

She was clutching the sheets, burying her face in them
as she screamed. Not moaned. Not groaned. Not cried out.
Screamed
.

“I want to
hear
you come,” I
scolded, yanking her up by her hair.

I slammed forward and she came.

And the entire
block
could hear her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she cried as the
pulsations kept ripping through her and I slammed the whole way
through it. “Chase...”

That was it.

I was done.

I thrust forward, burying deep, and came hard enough to
see white.

“Fucking perfect,” I groaned, letting go of
her hair and she collapsed forward onto the bed.

I waited until my legs felt less wobbly and made my way
to the bathroom to deal with the condom before I went back to the
bed, settling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. “Come
here,” I said, patting my chest.

But she didn't move.

She just stayed on her belly, making some weird
grumbling sound in her throat that made me chuckle. “A little
come-drunk, huh?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, her words heavy,
sleepy.

I laughed, shaking my head at her, letting my hand land
on her ass and squeeze it.

“That was fucking amazing,” I told her.
Meaning it.

She made another noise that sounded like agreement.

I smiled down at her as I shifted to start planting
kisses from the base of her neck downward. Suddenly, her body wasn't
numb and lifeless anymore. I felt her arch into the feel of my lips
on her spine, over her ass, down her thigh to her ankle, and then up
the other leg. I wanted to know every single inch of her. I wanted to
commit the feel and taste of her skin to memory. I kissed back up her
spine and across her shoulder before moving away to lie back down
again.

Then she was moving and I felt a swelling in my chest,
knowing she was coming to me. She was going to rest her head on my
chest and all would feel right in the world.

But then she got up on all fours then landed her ass
back onto her ankles, too far out of reach. Something was wrong. The
swelling in my chest deflated, leaving me feeling hollow.

“Wait... where are you going?” I asked as
she inched away.

“I promised Shay I would help her set up her room
tonight,” she lied.
Lied
. To my face.

What the fuck was going on?

“Ava...”

But then she was off the bed and dragging her dress
over her head.

She was going to leave me. And I had no way to make her
stay.

So I moved off the bed to grab my pants.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I'm walking you to your car,” I said,
standing and reaching for my shirt as I slipped into my shoes.
“You're not walking around at night with no fucking panties
on,” I told her, my words taking an edge toward cold.

She rolled her eyes.
Rolled her fucking eyes
as
she reached for her keys and wallet and made her way out of the
office.

I fell into step beside her as we walked in stony
silence.

She got to her car, unlocked the door, and threw her
shit on the passenger seat before turning to face me.

I . Couldn't. Fucking. Take. It. Anymore.

I grabbed her, pushing her back against her car.

“Chase... what the hell...”

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded,
getting close.

Her eyes went wide, guilty, before she pushed it away.
“Nothing,” she said, scrunching up her face like I was
the one being crazy.

“Bullshit. You've been off since you woke up the
other morning and kept giving me that fake ass smile. What is going
on with you?”

She took a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong with
me. I've been...
learning
a lot.”

“What the fuck...” I started to explode
before reining it in, taking a deep breath. “You're not being
you,” I said more calmly. Even to my own ears, my words sounded
sad.

“You've only seen me for a couple hours here and
there, Chase. You have no idea who I really am.”

“I know you,” I countered, feeling my jaw
getting tight. “I fucking
know
you. This,” I said
viciously, “is not you.” I paused, watching her blank
face. “Fuck it,” I said and lowered my lips to hers.

It should have been hard and rough and bruising with
the blood boiling inside me. But the second our bodies touched, my
lips gentled. It was soft. Teasing.
Loving
. Her lips fell open
on a whimper and my tongue stroked inside to toy with hers. Easy.
Lazy. And then I pulled away slowly, my hand stroking down her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open and I felt my face soften at
the look I found there.

“There. That's my Ava.”

Her eyes went panicked for a second before she expertly
slipped the mask back on.

“And she's gone,” I said, not even fucking
caring how disappointed my voice sounded.

“So sorry to disappoint you,” she said, her
tone icy. Icy. Ava wasn't cold. Ava was sweet and warm and as close
to perfect as I had ever seen. Something was wrong. And she didn't
want to share it with me.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying to slip back
into professional mode. It was the only way to save myself.
“Tomorrow. Seven.”

“Fine,” she snapped, wrenching away from me
and dropping into her seat. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

Then the door slammed.

And fake Ava was gone.

And she took
my
fucking Ava with her.

After the Sessions

I sat in my office the next day, my afternoon cleared
of patients, trying to keep my mind off of Ava. I tried to keep my
mind off of the fact that we just had three more sessions. I tried to
keep my mind off the idea that I might never even peek at my Ava
again before I would stop seeing the fake one again. For good.

“Chase,” Mary, my receptionist's voice
called, making me start. She sent me a guilty smile. “I knocked
first,” she explained, standing in the doorway.

I waved a hand. “Sorry. I was somewhere else,”
I admitted, sitting back.

“You have a call,” she explained, gesturing
toward the phone on my desk.

“Who is it?” I asked, sounding every bit as
tired as I felt.

“Mae,” she said with a fondness in her
tone. Mae called every week like clockwork. When I was with a
patient, she would chat with Mary.

“Oh, right,” I said, feeling a heaviness in
my chest. I loved Mae, but talking to Mae would only mean more
disappointment. Because despite knowing her for the better part of a
decade, despite being the only one she talked to about what happened
to her and her worries and fears and anxieties, I had never been able
to help.

Mae was in her early thirties and the only time she had
sex was when she was a freshmen in college. Non-consenting sex. She
never let another man come within a foot of her again.

She was doing well. She had a gorgeous house and a
thriving career in an energy company. She had friends (female). She
had a slew of hobbies that kept her busy.

“I'm satisfied,” she told me one afternoon
a few months before.

“Satisfied isn't happy, Mae. It isn't
fulfilled.”

“Says the man who has a different woman every
other day,” she teased. “How fulfilling can that be?”

And, well, she had a point.

Casual sex was good. At times, it was great. Fulfilling
in a very physical, very hollow kind of way. But she was right. It
wasn't emotionally or even mentally fulfilling. It didn't bring with
it real happiness.

At the time, though, I had no idea what a bitter kind
of misery came along with real happiness.

A part of me wondered if I was better off never knowing
it in the first place.

“You're never going to stop trying to fix me,
huh?” she laughed.

“You're not broken,” I insisted. “But,
no, I'm never going to stop trying to help you.”

I hung up an hour
later, feeling both pleased and forlorn. She was doing well. But
there was no end in sight to her resistance.
Maybe it was time to stop trying to help her.
She
said she was content. Who the hell was I to question that? Especially
given that I didn't know what the fuck was going on in my own life. I
was in no place to judge her.

I fell in love with a fucking patient for chrissakes.

I got into my car and started driving toward the
Italian place I took Ava, a creature of habit always. But I stopped
halfway there, remembering Ava insisting the small place by her
apartment was the best she had ever had. And, before even making the
decision logically, I turned around and headed in that direction.