The Sex Surrogate(18)

He sounded so good when he said anything. Literally anything. Everything out of his mouth sounded sexy.

I got there fast. To that point of nothingness. That suspension. “Chase,” I whimpered.

“Let me hear you come, Ava.”

My orgasm tore through my quick and insistent, a fast pulsating me that had me choking out a gasp as I arched off my bed, my body going tense. As the last waves crashed over me, I made a strange, gasp/whimper/sob combination as I collapsed back on the bed.

“Fuck,” Chase growled in my ear and I could hear his breath hitch, then explode out of his mouth as he came. And damn if I didn't feel another rush of desire through my tired body.

There was a shuffling noise, then silence for long enough for me to pull the phone away to make sure the connection was still made.

“Ava?”

“I'm here,” I answered immediately. Maybe a bit too eagerly.

“Tomorrow at seven,” he said. And silence. This time a disconnect.

I put my phone back on the the nightstand and crawled out of bed, my limbs feeling heavy. I slipped back into my clothes and got back into bed.

Tomorrow at seven.

And, yet again, I had no idea what the session was about. I was starting to wonder if he wasn't doing that deliberately. Was he afraid I wouldn't show up if I knew, exactly, what we would be doing? I had to admit, that was a valid fear. It was absolutely something I could see myself doing. Even though the sessions were costing a small fortune. Even though they were with sexy Chase Hunter.

I was a flight risk.

And he needed to make sure I showed up.

I turned in bed, hearing Jake's door slam. Not shut. Slam. Hard. It was a sound I was very familiar with.

“You fucking asshole!” the pretty black-haired beauty screamed. Not said, not called... screamed. Like a goddamn banshee.

“I never promised you flowers and candy, baby,” Jake said, his tone completely unaffected.

“You also never fucking said you would throw me out on my ass at three in the fucking morning like some goddamn trash!”

Oh, boy.

I slowly got up out of bed and made my way to the door. I knew what would come next. Things would fly. And break. My things. Not Jake's. Jake didn't have much. It was all mine. And I had needed to replace so many items over the years.

Besides, Chase's words were in my head. About pretty women alone on the streets at night. And Jake's girl was gorgeous.

I got my feet into slippers and opened my door. “Hey,” I said, cutting into their raised voices with my low one.

“What?”

“Jake and I are going to drive you home,” I supplied, looking at the girl whose face immediately got less tense.

“Like fucking hell I...”

“Shut up,” I said, looking at him. “If you are going to insist she leave in the middle of the night, the very least you can do is make sure she gets home safe. If you don't want to have to do that, let her stay until the morning. But, seeing as you screwed up the chances of her wanting to stay, go get some shoes on and let's go. I'm tired.”

Jake walked back to his room, mumbling. “It sounds like you want me to do better,” he said, using Chase's words against me.

“Yeah, that's exactly what I want you to do. Better. Because you're better than this,” I insisted, grabbing my keys.

“Thank you,” the girl said to me, her eyes truly grateful.

“Don't mention it,” I said.

Jake shot daggers at the side of my face as we drove and waited out front the girl's building to make sure she got in. “Why did I have to come? You want to be all noble and bring her home? Fine. But don't make me come.”

“I'm here because I care about her well being,” I said easily. “You're here because you care about mine.”

There was a long silence, Jake's anger deflating under my superior rationality. “Well, I can't fucking argue with that.”

“Good, because I'm exhausted.”





Fourth Session





I felt good the next day. Yes, there were nerves about the unknown, but they were taking a back seat to my good mood. I had gotten a good night of sleep, I had helped a freaked out girl get home whilst simultaneously putting Jake in his place, I had two orgasms in the course of a few hours. I was doing pretty darn well.

Shay kept looking at me sideways all day at work. Then, finally, grabbing her purse at the end of the day, she sat down on my desk.

“You get laid?”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “No, Shay.”

“You sure?”

“I think I would remember that,” I smiled.

“You seem different.”

“I don't know. I got a good night of sleep, I guess.”

“Girl that ain't no good sleep putting that look on your face,” she objected. “Good dick is what puts that look on a woman's face.”

I snorted, but suddenly wanted to tell her. Shay had done everything possible to keep a foot in my life, no matter how much I pushed her away, no matter how many times I refused to go out with her. She had actively, I realized, been trying to forge a friendship with me. And I had always been to wrapped up in my own shit that I didn't see it.

“Look, I know you have like some issues with guys or somethin'...”

“I'm seeing someone.”

“Girl, I knew it. Spill.”

“He's a doctor.”

“That's right. You set your sights high. Fine someone who fucking wants to take care of you.”

“No, Shay. He's a shrink. But he's a special kind of shrink.”

“What kind of shrink?” she asked, brows drawing together.

“The kind to help me overcome my issues with sex.”

To my surprise, she didn't look confused, she just nodded. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Please tell me he's at least yummy to look at.”

“Oh, my god, Shay...”

“Damn. That good? You'll be right back on that hobby horse in no time. And then I need dick descriptions,” she said, standing.

“I promise.”

“Hey,” she said, going toward the door.

“Yeah?”

“Let's go out Friday night.”

“Absolutely.”

The smile on her face made me realize how much I let other people suffer because of my issues. “I'll meet you at your place so we can share a cab and get schnockered.”

“Sounds great,” I said, because,well... it did.

I left work a while later, going back to the apartment.





“What?” I asked Jake who had been following me around the apartment like a little lost puppy since I got home.

“What's up with you?”

“Nothing.”

“You're making food,” he accused.

“Yeah, I'm hungry. I need food to survive. I'm not an automaton, you know.”

“You have a session tonight.”

“Yeah,” I said, turning, raising a brow.

“And you're eating.”

“Okay, Jake. Spit it out. I'm short on time today.”

“You've been smiling since you walked in the door. And now you're eating before a session,” he mused to himself. “Shit, woman.”

“What?” I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

“You have a crush on your sex doctor.”

“What? No!”

But then it came through with blinding clarity.

He was right.

I liked Chase.

Not just as someone who was helping me immeasurably.

I just liked him.

As a person.

Especially, as a man.

Oh, good god.

I turned, spitting my mouthful into the garbage and tossing the rest of the sandwich. I brought a hand to my forehead. Because, well... shit shit shit.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“I can't have a fucking crush on Chase!”

“Well, that sucks... because you do.”

“Oh. My. God,” I groaned.

“Dude, it was bound to happen,” Jake said casually. “He says nice things to you. He touches you. You don't have enough experience with men to be able to not let that bother you.” He watched me for a minute, shaking my head, staring out the window. “Look, I'm sure he's used to it. I mean, in his profession. It has to happen all the time. Actually, don't they even have a word for it when a patient think they have a thing for their shrinks?”

“Transference,” I supplied.

“Yeah. So you got transference. No big deal.”

But it was a big deal. Because it changed things. And being aware of it would really change things.

“Stop freaking out. Go take your shower. Calm down. Get pretty. Go to your session. You need to stop analyzing things so much.”

“Easier said than done,” I said, but made my way to the bathroom anyway.

I had less than an hour and I was having to go show up there, fully aware that I had feelings for him. Not just interest. But actual feelings. And then we were going to do things. And I was going to feel even closer to him.

I dressed in simple jeans and a long sleeved purple t-shirt then started on my way there before I decided to call and completely cancel the rest of my sessions.

“Hey, babe,” Chase said, waiting for me outside his office door. “You look nice.”

Compliments were part of the process, I reminded myself, they didn't mean anything more than that.

“What's with the look?”

“Nothing,” I said automatically, shaking my head, wondering how I had been looking at him.

His brows lowered, but he reached out for me. I walked toward him, feeling tense. “Want a drink?”

Or Ten. Or Twenty. Enough to knock me out.