Page 81 of Chasin’s Surrender

“You don’t need to have a reason to like something, Evie. I gotta ask you something about last night.” Chasin paused and did his search-my-face thing before he continued. “Last night, you told me you needed it rough.”

Oh no. Heat hit my cheeks and I felt my heart start to jackhammer.

“Babe,” he continued, “you gotta know I won’t judge you, and in this particular situation, even if I was the type of asshole to judge, I couldn’t. Because I think you know by now, I seriously get off on what you give me. That includes how wild and rough you like it. Do you get that? It includes that, not despite that. I fuckin’ love when you start humming deep in the back of your throat and it sounds like you’re ready to attack me. No bullshit, it’s hot as fuck.”

He studied my eyes. “But last night, I saw something flash on your face and it looked a lot like shame. So I gotta ask, are you okay with everything we did last night? I was pretty rough with you.”

It was about three hours earlier than I was used to being up and I still hadn’t had a sip of coffee. My head was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that I’d found myself back in Chasin’s bed. And all signs were pointing to him wanting to get to know me better. Not only had he told me straight out that was happening, he’d shown me he was serious.

So that’s why I sat on the counter in his kitchen—too early, without coffee—and spilled my guts.

“I’ve never been like that. Not even before I became Vivi Rush and had to be careful because everything I do can be leaked to the press and spun into something ugly. Truthfully, sex has always been bland. Meaning not great for me. I haven’t been a nun, I’ve had a few men over the past few years, but it was…different. I didn’t trust them, so I didn’t let go and enjoy it. It became tedious and not worth it so I stopped trying.

“Then I met you, and from the very beginning, I trusted you. What I’m trying to say is, I’m not wild and rough, not with anyone but you. So I didn’t know I liked to be spanked or have my hair pulled or have you bite me, or pinch me. I didn’t know because no one has ever tried, and if they had, I would’ve stopped it.”

I paused. “I think…I think last night…I don’t know, maybe I was confused about why I liked it. But then you told me you knew what I needed and it hit me—you did. You always seem to know what I need, even when I don’t want to admit I need it. It wasn’t shame you saw, so much as confusion, then peace. And I’ve never, ever had that. I’ve never felt safe, and you make me feel safe and free. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, but then you spanked me and I didn’t get a chance to think about it anymore because I wasn’t thinking at all.”

I shrugged. “So I still don’t know why I like seeing your mark on my shoulder, or why it turns me on that my butt still stings, but it does. And I figure as long as I like it and you like it, it doesn’t matter why. But if I had to guess, I think it’s because this morning, seeing that bruise reminded me that for however long this lasts, I’m yours. Really and truly yours. Marked, claimed, and taken care of.”

When I was done, Chasin was staring at me, this was an altogether new look. One I’d never seen before so I couldn’t begin to understand why he was staring at me like he’d never seen me before.

Then his hands moved from my hips where they’d dug in to my face. But they didn’t stay there long because they slid into my wet hair and roughly yanked me forward. I thought he was going to kiss me but he didn’t. Chasin shoved my face to his chest, held me there, and growled.

“Fuck.” The expletive sounded like it was ripped from his soul, and suddenly I was worried I’d shared too much.

Or maybe I’d said the wrong thing.

“I…um…maybe—”

“Don’t, Evie. Don’t take it back.”

“Okay,” I whispered against the hard wall of muscle he’d smooshed my face against.

“Fuck,” he repeated. “Don’t know how, don’t know why, and I’m not questioning it. Never thought I’d find it. But fuck me, I love the fuck out of you, Genevieve.”

He pulled my face from his chest, then he kissed me.

Wet, deep, and thorough.

So thorough, I was sopping wet, my clit pulsed, my nipples tingled, my heart was beating fast, and my mind was racing.

Then my mind blanked, because I couldn’t concentrate when Chasin was plundering my mouth like he owned me. All I could do was try and keep up. Thankfully, he was in the mood to take, which meant there wasn’t much for me to do other than give.

So that’s what I did. I gave and I gave and I gave.

Until I heard, “Ohmygod. Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry.”

Chasin broke the kiss and Silver Beil was standing there with her son Dylan in her arms and her husband Weston standing next to her. Silver was red-faced and looked like she wanted to vanish about as much as I did.

Weston, on the other hand, was laughing his ass off.

“Stop it,” Silver hissed.

“Sor…sorry, but, Silver, baby, this shit is hilarious.”

Every cell in my body froze.

“Weston,” Chasin growled.