Page 102 of Chasin’s Surrender

“Flip over, Genevieve. I want you on your knees.” My pussy spasmed and clenched. “Made for me.”

Man, I loved that he thought so, because I felt the same.

“You’re not moving.”

“Can’t move when you’re lying on top of me with your big dick pinning me to the bed.”

“Big dick?”

Please, like he didn’t know.

“It’s yours, Chasin, so you know the size. You’re also a man who was in the military and I’ve heard about the communal showers, so I’m sure you’ve seen the size of other men. So you know that you’re larger than average.”

“Communal showers?” He chuckled.

His strong, solid frame shook with humor.

Man, I loved that, too.

“I don’t see what’s funny.”

“Babe. Trust me, no one’s comparing dicks in the shower.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

“Babe…” The shaking turned into an out-and-out quake and his laughter filled the room.

I loved that, too, he had a magnificent laugh.

I should’ve told him, but I had something else on my mind.

“Don’t ruin it for me. You know how every man fantasizes about what goes on at sleepovers. Y’all think that we strip down to our bras and panties and have pillow fights and bed-wrestling matches. Well, women fantasize about what men do in locker rooms and communal showers. All those naked, wet, soapy men together in one place. Pure eye candy.”

“What’s that got to do with us comparing dicks?” Chasin laughed.

“I don’t know. Nothin’, I guess.”

Chasin burst out laughing and I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of it.

“Not sure how we got on the topic of a locker room fantasy when we were discussing my big dick, but now that we are, I’ll take this opportunity to tell you that the dick that’s inside of you will here on out be the only dick you fantasize about.”

He’d get no argument from me, so I didn’t. Instead, I lifted my hips and reminded him, “You wanted me on my knees. We gonna do that now, honey, or are we gonna be late to the barbeque you arranged?”

“We’re gonna be late.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Fucking perfect.”

Chasin rolled off, helped me to my knees, and we were late for the barbeque he’d planned as a way to get me out of the house and give me a day of fun.

Seriously late.

I’d never tell him, but I had way more fun before we left for McKenna and Nixon’s than I did at the actual barbeque. Like, a whole lot more fun.

“You’re late,” Bobby chided.

“Yep.”