Page 105 of Chasin’s Surrender

“You’re the crazy one, not me. I’m freaking totally normal and boring.”

Five women roared with laughter.

And all my pent-up anxiety washed away.

I glanced over my shoulder and found all the men staring at us, smiling. But my gaze hit Chasin’s big, open smile and I couldn’t look away. The grin slipped into a smirk and the area between my legs started to tingle.

“Great. We’ve lost her.” I heard McKenna mumble. “Chasin’s giving her the hot-guy look that clearly states he got himself some before they came over. But more, it says he knows he gave it to her and she loved what she got.”

I ignored this, though my smile grew.

“Afterglow,” Bobby added. “All week, my girl’s been glowing. Worst part is, I have to live in that house, which only serves as a reminder I’m not getting any. It’s been so long, I need to start calling myself Sister Agnes.”

I gave Chasin a wink and saw his eyes light and his body started to rock.

“Is it just me or are all the Gemini Men hot as hell?”

My eyes slipped from Chasin in time to see Alec blowing raspberries in his daughter’s neck. Yep. Totally hot. Weston stood next to Alec with his son sleeping on his shoulder and I thought that was hot, too. My gaze went back to my man and he was still staring at me. The smirk was gone but I didn’t miss it because the sexy smile and gentle eyes were just as good.

“Girl, if you’d turn around and pay attention, we’d tell you just how hot they are.”

I really wanted to know. So I gave Chasin one last big, bright smile—or at least I hoped that’s what I was giving him—and turned around.

“Finally,” Silver muttered. “Has the Chasin trance worn off yet?”

“Nope. And I hope to God it never does,” I answered.

I heard Bobby sigh and Silver giggle. Macy smiled, Kennedy exhaled.

But it was McKenna who spoke. “I love that for you. But more, I love it for him because you are exactly what he needs.”

God, I loved that she thought that.

McKenna had been wrong, the men didn’t approach, but an ATV with a handsome teenage boy and two little kids did. McKenna had finished her story and there wasn’t a damn thing funny about her being taken by an asshole and nearly beaten to death, but I did think she was crazy strong to live through that. And Kennedy had told hers—again, nothing funny about being locked in a car and almost dying from heatstroke, then having that car driven into a lake and drowning, necessitating Jameson to perform CPR to save her life. Though she’d tried her best to inject humor, and some parts were hilarious, but still, it was scary as hell.

Suddenly my situation seemed ridiculous. In the grand scheme of life, who cared that someone was sending annoying letters. I didn’t even care anymore that they’d broken into my house and jerked off on my bed. I’d never sleep in that house again and the bed would be in the trash. Nothing was as bad as what McKenna and Kennedy had gone through and I was afraid to hear about Silver and Macy. If their stories were anything like the first two, I didn’t want to know.

“Uncle Chasin!” a little girl squealed.

“That’s Zack,” Macy said.

I knew Zack was McKenna’s younger brother. Their parents had passed away and McKenna got custody of him and her younger sister Mandy, who was attending art school in Philly.

“Yo!” Zack jerked his chin in our direction, Caleb, Macy’s adorable son, mimicked Zack and they made their way to the man-huddle where Aurora was now in Chasin’s arms. I could see her mouth moving a mile a minute but couldn’t hear what she was saying. Whatever it was had Chasin smiling.

Boy oh boy, the sight of that had my ovaries ready to explode.

“Caleb’s trying to learn cool. Zack, on the other hand, learned cool from Nixon Swagger, so he’s got that shit down to a science,” Macy informed me.

“I wish he was still my goofy little brother and Nix had curbed those lessons.”

My gaze went back to McKenna and I asked, “Why?”

McKenna’s face twisted into a look that could only be described as horror.

“She can’t even say it,” Kennedy choked. “Zack loves the ladies and the ladies love Zack. I heard Nix telling Jameson the boy goes through more condoms than—”

McKenna made a gagging noise and held up her hand. “Stop. We’re not talking about this. It’s bad enough girls show up here day and night, a different one each week. I do not need to hear about condoms.”