Dr. Chase Hudson (The Surrogate Book 2) Read online

“Is that your... professional opinion?”

  Fucking hell.

  If there was one thing I didn't want thrown in my face that night, that was it.

  “Are you having problems with this situation?”

  Something flashed again. “I think things are going pretty well.”

  “That's not what I asked, Ava. I want...” I wanted a lot of god damn things I could never fucking have was what I wanted. “Oh, fuck talking...” I growled, grabbing her roughly and crashing my lips down on hers.

  Gone was Chase, the doctor. Or Chase, the surrogate.

  It was just fucking me. Just me and what I wanted. Hard. Rough. Consuming. Demanding. My teeth bit her lip until she gasped so my tongue could slip inside to claim hers. My hands went under her sweater up her back. Then they moved around to the front. Up her belly. Over her bra, squeezing to the point of pain before slipping my hands inside the cups to pinch and twist her nipples.

  I made her walls fall down.

  I made her let me fucking in.

  Then and only then did I pull away.

  “There. That's better,” I said, taking in her heavy-lidded cloudy eyes, her flushed cheeks, her beard-burnt skin, her swollen lips. The shield was gone. I had my girl back.

  Jesus fuck.

  She wasn't my anything.

  “Don't think you can...” she started, her tone angry. But I wasn't letting her go there. I grabbed her sweater, pulling it up roughly, making her stop talking. “Listen...” she started, shirt gone, glaring at me.

  “Nope,” I said, shrugging.

  “What?” she asked, looking shocked.

  Good. Shocked was good. Angry was good. Turned on was good. Anything other than the closed down mask she was wearing before was good.

  “No. I'm not going to listen. I am going to take the rest of your clothes off and bury my face in your pussy until you are screaming so loud you forget all about being in this pissy ass mood.”

  Not a minute after the words left my mouth, she was out of her bra. And pants. And panties.

  “Much better,” I said, raking my eyes over her body, wanting to memorize every last inch. “Get on the bed.”

  “You're still...” she started, waving a hand toward my clothes.

  Then I was out of them. Except for my boxer briefs.

  “Now get on the bed,” I told her, my tone brooking no god damn further argument.

  She got on the bed.

  I moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing her and dragging her down toward the edge. I grabbed her ankles, putting them on my shoulders, making her legs spread wide for me so I could look at her pussy.

  And it was drenched.

  Fuck me.

  “Chase...” she started to object, squirming a little under my inspection.

  “Shh,” I said, not wanting to have to ruin the moment. She was spread before me. For the moment, she was fucking mine. And I took damn good care of what was mine. So I dipped my head and I ran my tongue up the crease of her pussy, letting her taste consume my senses as she moaned. I ate her like my fucking life depended on it- like it was the last time I would get to taste a pussy- like I needed to make it good enough to last a lifetime.

  I waited until she was writhing, clutching the sheets, groaning until I curled my tongue and slipped it inside her.

  “Oh my god,” she cried, her hands slamming down on my head, holding me tight to her like she was worried I would stop. I never wanted to stop. So I thrust fast, unrelenting, fucking her with with my tongue until her whimpers and moans became begs for release.

  “Chase... please... please....”

  Her pussy was tight around my tongue. She was going to come. I slid my tongue up her cleft and pressed it hard against her clit.

  Then all there was in the world was her crying out my name over and over as she came.

  “Fuck baby,” I said, lifting my head to look at her. Come drunk, her only response was to pat the back of my head. “Hmm,” I said, looking back down at her pussy. “I don't think that quite cut it,” I teased.

  “Chase, I can't...” she started to object.

  “Well, we'll just see about that, won't we?”

  And then we did.

  And she totally could.

  And she screamed loud enough to forget about her pissy ass mood.

  “You taste so sweet,” I told her, moving beside her and pulling her onto my chest. Don't ask me why. That was just where I always seemed to want her. It was where she belonged.

  God.

  I needed to stop thinking shit like that.

  She settled into me, her body going soft, her breathing becoming even.

  “You okay?” I asked a while later, reminding myself I had a fucking job to do. That job included making sure she wasn't freaking out about my face between her legs.

  “Mmmhmmm,” the sound vibrated through her.

  “Little come-drunk, huh?” I asked, feeling a little (okay pretty damn) proud of myself.

  “What?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at me.

  “Come drunk. Orgasm drunk,” I explained, watching as the realization made her face light up and had her giggling.

  She put her head back down on my chest. “I guess.”

  “You handled that a lot better than I thought you would.”

  “Did you expect me to start yelling and push you off?”

  “Maybe,” I mused. “Maybe something not so dramatic. I didn't think you would just... enjoy yourself.”

  “I enjoyed... you,” she said shyly.

  Christ.

  She was so fucking sweet.

  “That's sweet,” I said, leaning down and kissing her head. “God, you're like a teensy little oven,” I complained, kicking off the sheets for some cool air because there was no way I wanted her to move off of me.

  Her gaze went down to where my cock was still straining hard through my underwear. Then, ever so slowly, her hand started moving downward.

  “Babe,” I said, grabbing her wrist, not wanting her to think she had to do anything just because I took care of her. “It's okay. We have all night. You don't need to...”

  “But I want to,” she said, pushing up on my chest so she could look down at me.

  “Fuck me,” I sighed, bringing a hand up to the side of her face. I knew I needed to bite my tongue, but I didn't. “You're perfect just how you are, okay? Don't let anyone try to convince you otherwise. Not even yourself.”

  She gave me a small smile before moving across my body to straddle me. Her head started to move down to kiss my chest, but I grabbed her to stop her. “Wait,” I said, watching her. “Let a man enjoy the view for a second,” I said, not bothering to hide the smile as I let my hands glide over her body. My hands stopped at her breasts, my fingers teasing across her nipples. “Perfect.”

  Then she moved down, kissing a trail across my chest, my stomach, lower. Her hands went to my underwear and slipped them down, letting my cock out.

  Then... nothing.

  Shit.

  She wasn't ready.

  “Ava...” I broke in, my tone soothing, relaxed, patient. Like my balls didn't feel like they were in a vise grip. Because that didn't matter. Well, it didn't matter as much as her comfort level did anyway.

  “Let a woman enjoy the view for a second,” she said, smiling and I felt a laugh burst from my chest.

  Then her hand grabbed me and stroked down to the hilt and the laughter died. She leaned down, twirling her tongue around the head, licking off the precum and sending a shudder through my body as my hand grabbed at her hair. Her mouth moved to close around me tight, sucking me in, moving downward slowly until I felt the head push up against the back of her throat.

  “Holy... fuck... Ava...”

  Then her eyes drifted up to mine and it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. She kept her gaze on me as she started working my cock with her mouth. It wasn't expert. It wasn't evident of practice. It
wasn't perfect. But it was passionate. It was full of the genuine desire to please. And that made it perfect.

  So I didn't offer any advice. I didn't try to help her learn to do it like a pro. I just enjoyed her. Her mouth on my shaft. Her tongue over my head. Her hand at my balls. All of it.

  “Ava,” I warned, knowing I was seconds from popping. “I'm gonna come. If you don't want...”

  But she did want.

  She wanted me to come.

  Her tongue slid over the head one last time then she sucked me deep and I came down her throat. Hard. Harder than I could ever recall coming before. She sucked it up greedily, licking every bit of moisture off my cock before kissing her way back up to my neck.

  She moved to lay her head on my chest where she belonged but my hands went out to grab her, to cradle her face, wanting to make her understand even the tiniest bit of what that meant to me. “Ava...”

  “I did good, didn't I?” she cut me off, an adorably self-satisfied smile on her face.

  “No baby,” I said, shaking my head. “That wasn't good. That was fucking phenomenal,” I told her, running my hands over her cheeks, her lips. I couldn't get enough of touching her.

  As I was watching her, something came over her face. Not like before. Something different. Something I didn't understand. But it was warm. It made her eyes soft. It made her light up the room.

  Then she ducked her head, lying back down on my chest.

  Before long, she was asleep.

  I just held her, completely awake, staring at the ceiling until an hour passed. Until I got impatient. Until I got hard again.

  Then I swatted her ass and she jerked awake. “What?” she grumbled, sounding annoyed.

  “Nothin',” I said, smiling. “I just wanted you to wake up.”

  “What for?”

  I felt a devilish grin split my face. “I'm going to taste you again.”

  Her head tilted to the side as she inspected me. “Why do I feel like there's a hitch?”

  “This time you're going to ride my face.” I saw the (expected) shock and denial overtake her face. “And at the same time, you're going to suck my cock again.”

  A flash of heat went into her eyes.

  Like she wanted to do that again.

  Like she was hungry for my cock.

  Fuck, fuck me.

  “Chase...”

  “You don't like it, we stop. No questions asked. Let's give it a try, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Then we did, her straddling my head, her mouth on my cock while I sucked her clit until she screamed my name again.

  Two AM. She was getting dressed. I was in my pants and buttoning my shirt. “I need to see you tomorrow.”

  “What?” she asked, looking confused.

  “For the next session. Tomorrow,” I clarified.

  The next session was sex.

  I was going to be inside her.

  Then she was shaking her head no, dragging me out of my fantasy. “No? Why? What's the matter? Are you nervous? Because we should talk about it then, babe.”

  “No... I, ah, I have plans to go out with a coworker. Shay. She's... been pestering me and I finally agreed.”

  “That's great,” I said, feeling like it was anything but. Feeling like there was a high possibility of her being dragged out on the town, being paraded in front of men. Other men. Other men who would take one look at her and drop to a knee. But that wasn't my place. It wasn't my concern. At least, it couldn't be. I needed to get a grip. “Okay. Monday night. At seven.”

  Suddenly, that felt forever away.

  After the Session

  Friday brought with it an early day of work. No one wanted to see their shrink after work on payday. So I went to see Eddie's new apartment. It was, well, a step up from the last one which was a step up from a slum. It looked like he was genuinely trying to get his life back on track.

  I would have been relieved.

  If I wasn't spending all my time worried about Ava.

  About how off the last session was.

  About how shitty I felt when she left.

  About the next session.

  About it fucking all.

  It was consuming me every waking moment.

  “What's with you?” Eddie asked, hopping up onto his faded yellow kitchen counter.

  I shook my head, trying to clear it. “Just got some shit on my mind,” I hedged. I was already messing around with my professional boundaries. I didn't need to introduce violating patient/client privilege on top of it all.

  Eddie's lips quirked up at one side, making a dimple etch into his cheek. “I know that look, man.”

  “What look?”

  “That one. The one that says you got some chick on your mind.”

  If Eddie hadn't snorted, shot, and drank his early twenties away, he could have gone into something that put his ability to read people to use. Psychology, like me. Law enforcement. Military.

  “Yeah,” I admitted, figuring it was safe to at least admit I was having a problem with a woman so long as I didn't let on what the real problem was.

  At this, Eddie threw his head back and laughed. It had been so long since I had witnessed that sight, that I just stood there and watched. “Shit. I've known you for over twenty years, Chase. Never knew you to have woman trouble. Too many women wanting on your dick trouble? Sure. But not the pain in the ass shit like the rest of us deal with.” He shook his head. “So what's the deal?”

  I ran a hand down the scruff on my face. “Want her. Can't have her.”

  Eddie's brows drew together. “You? You can't have her? What is she married or something?”

  She might as well have been. “No. Just... can't have her,” I shrugged.

  Then up went Eddie's brows and I knew I should have kept my fucking mouth shut. “Shit... you caught feelings for a fucking patient, man? Jesus. You're so fucked.”

  That about covered it.

  My phone rang late, screaming from the table beside the front door, making me stumble around my apartment half-awake, having fallen asleep on my couch. It stopped ringing by the time I got there and noticed the missed call was from Ava's cell.

  Just as I was swiping to call her back, the indicator light told me I had a message.

  “I don't care what Dr. Bowler says,” she started, her words a little slow. Drunk. She was drunk. I found myself smiling as I listened, wondering what the hell Dr. Bowler had told her. “It feels real. And you can be as mea...” Mean? She thought I had been mean to her? My thoughts cleared though when her sentence cut off with, “Stop pawing at me!” My heart skidded into overdrive. Pawing at her? Someone was pawing at her? Someone she didn't want to paw at her was pawing at her? “I am talking to Chase's machine. Leave me alone,” she added, attempting stern and failing because whoever the fuck the guy was that she was with just laughed. Laughed. That son of a …

  “So... anyway, Chase. I don't care if it's fake, you know?” Fake? What was fake? “It's okay. I'll deal with that... okay buddy!” she started, angrier and I heard the distinct sound of a slap. “Get off my couch. Off. Get off!” My. Get off my couch. She was at home. I was in my shoes and grabbing my keys by the time she spoke again. “You ruined my message!” she whined. And then nothing. The line went dead.

  Fuck.

  Fuck fuck fuck.

  It would take me at least ten minutes to get to her place.

  Anything could happen to her in ten minutes.

  I tore up her staircase twelve minutes later, hearing the music and voices as I rounded the corner to her apartment. They were having some kind of party. That didn't mean she was safe. If some asshole persuaded her into the bedroom or the bathroom...

  And her clueless fucking roommate was probably too busy skirt chasing to keep an eye on her.

  Fuck fuck fuck.

  I threw open the door, my eyes moving around the room frantically. Then I saw the back of her head sitting on t
he couch with some ex-frat looking guy with her.

  “I don't think I work that way...” she told him, sounding confused.

  “Oh, baby. I can make you work that way,” he offered and I wanted to knock all of his teeth down his fucking throat.

  “You're not allowed to call me that,” she told him as I came around the couch.

  “Why not?”

  “Because Chase calls me that,” she said, stopping me dead and kicking the air out of me.

  “Who the hell is Chase?”

  “I am,” I said, my words sounding hard even to my own ears.

  Ava's head turned in my direction, looking confused for a second before her face split into a huge (albeit super drunk) grin. “It's Chase!” she declared loudly, pointing at me. And fuck if I didn't want to kiss her silly. “You're here!”

  I felt my lips turn up slightly, trying to push my anger at the idiot beside her away when I was addressing her. “Yeah, baby.” Then I turned to look at the guy, ready to just tell him to get lost when I saw he had put his hand on her again. On her thigh. Way too far up to be appropriate. “Get your hands off of her,” I hissed, my voice low. “Take a look at her. Does she really seem like she is in any condition to consent?”

  “She's fine, man,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

  “He's Chase!” Ava chimed in, cheery as hell and I had to fight to keep my eyes off of her.

  “Get. Lost.” I enunciated carefully as I reached down, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and dragged him onto his feet.

  “Alright. Alright. Fuck. She ain't worth all this trouble.”

  “Hey!” Ava yelled, lowering her eyes at him like she was angry.

  I took a deep breath, pushing the worry and anger aside, before I looked back at her again. And she looked beautiful. She was in a tight electric blue dress that fit her like a glove, her hair straighter than usual, makeup on her eyes, making them pop even more than they already did. Jesus. “So,” I sighed. “did you have a fun night?”

  “I had a lot to drink,” she declared easily.

  “Seems like it,” I agreed, moving into the empty space beside her. “So where is your friend?”

  “Shay?” she asked.