Chapter 15
Sage
“HURRY,” KIM MOANS against my ear as I drop our bags to the floor. Kicking the front door closed behind us, I carry her into the house and down the hall past the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Our flight home was torture; even after spending last night and most of this morning inside of her, it still wasn’t enough. Pressing her back to the wall just inside the bedroom, I take her mouth, kissing her deeper while I slide my hand into the front of her jeans, finding her already wet and ready for me. I groan as I circle her clit then grit my teeth as her hips jerk, causing her pussy to bump the tip of my cock.
“Sage,” she breathes, and I lean back, keeping my fingers on her clit.
“This is all your fault. You’re the one who insisted we couldn’t fuck in the bathroom on the plane,” I tell her, capturing her waist with one hand before moving it up her side to rest under her breast.
“Yeah, because it would have been impossible and gross,” she pants, tugging at my tee. She slides it and her hands up my abs and pecs to my shoulders before stripping it off over my head.
“We could have made it work,” I say, and her hips jerk again, making my cock twitch.
“I need you inside of me.”
“No, I want to enjoy this for a minute.” Her head falls back with a thud against the wall as her eyes slide closed. I pull down the front of her shirt and run my thumb over her nipple while watching as she rides my fingers.
Gorgeous.
“Please… I need you,” she whispers, and I pull her from the wall and lead her across the room toward the bed then settle her on her feet in front of me. As soon as her feet touch the floor, she drops to her knees, running her hands up my thighs and over my cock through my jeans. Meeting my gaze her hands slide up, and then her fingers move along the waist of my jeans, releasing the button before sliding the material down over my hips.
Realizing our height difference in this position, I move and take a seat on the side of the bed, making room for her between my legs.
“Perfect,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around me. Her eyes stay locked with mine and her mouth opens over the head of my cock, sucking just the tip as she flicks her tongue along the underside.
“Christ.” My hands wrap into her hair and I pull it away from her face so I can watch her take me down her throat. Feeling her moan around me, my head falls back as she uses her hand in sync with her mouth, twisting and pulling while sliding her mouth up and down my length. Tightening my hold on her hair, I look down at her, finding her lust-filled eyes on mine. “Stop,” I growl, but she doesn’t. She takes me deeper, so deep I bump the back of her throat. “Fuck.” I pull her head back, forcing her to release me with a pop.
“I wasn’t done.”
“You were.” I tilt her head to the side and take her mouth in a hard kiss before nipping her bottom lip. “Lose your shirt and bra,” I growl, and she leans back just far enough to tug her tee off over her head, and then her hands move behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. Taking her in, I pull her up to her feet to stand in front of me.
I move my mouth down her neck to her bare shoulder, licking and nibbling my way down and across her chest before pulling first one nipple then the other into my mouth. I wrap my hands around her hips and slowly slide her jeans down her legs, letting the material pool at her feet. Lifting her in my arms, I twist and drop her to the bed behind me then stand, taking a step back to watch her writhe under my stare.
Kicking off my shoes and jeans, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke while she watches, her tongue coming out to touch her plump bottom lip as my cock leaks. “Open your legs for me,” I command.
She hesitates only a second before her legs spread, and I see the lips of her pussy glistening with arousal. Putting my knees on the bed, I crawl up between her thighs and she arches against me and wraps her hand around my cock, stroking once before I pull her hand away. “Honey, please,” she moans as I pull her arms up over her head, wrapping them around the headboard.
“Hold on and don’t let go,” I demand, and her eyes heat as her fingers tighten so much her knuckles turn white.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her in approval then lick my way down her body, between her breast and over her stomach. Her hips lift when I kiss her pubic bone, and then she whimpers as I slide two fingers through her folds.
Drenched.
Holding her thighs open, I run my tongue up her center and groan, lifting her higher into my mouth and circling her clit.
“Sage,” she pants as her back arches off the bed. Focusing on the tight bundle of nerves, I lift my eyes and watch her head thrash side-to-side and her chest rise and fall rapidly.
Beautiful.
Filling her with two fingers, I pull her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue over it, hearing her cry out. As her pussy starts to contract and suck my fingers deeper, I work her over until she comes shouting my name, and then gentle my strokes as she comes down from her orgasm. Kissing my way up her body, I adjust her hips then bury myself deep in one stroke.
“Don’t move.” I slide my cock slowly out then back into her wet heat, feeling her walls contract on every downward thrust, sending me deeper.
“Sage, please.” Her nails scrape down my back, and I bite back a curse as my balls draw tight.
Placing my forehead against hers I take a few deep breaths, trying to control the sudden urge to come as her pussy tightens once more. Leaning back once I’ve gained control over myself, I slide my hands down the back of her thighs to her knees then grab her ankles and pull them around my hips.
“Hold me tight. Lock your ankles,” I demand, and her feet hook behind my back as her arms tighten around my sides. Dropping forward, I put my fist to the bed on either side of her head and glide in and out of her, loving the way her pussy tightens on each outstroke.
“Yes,” she breathes, circling her hips to meet each thrust. I know I’m going to come if I don’t change positions, and I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet.
I roll us until my back hits the bed, and her hand lands on my chest as her wild eyes meet mine. “Fuck me,” I demand, rocking her against me, and her head falls back, causing her hair to run across the top of my thighs. Fuck, this position isn’t any better for my situation. Seeing her sitting on my lap, full of my cock, her breasts swaying in front of my face, makes my balls draw up even more. Leaning up, I hear her gasp as I slide impossibly deeper, bumping her cervix.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her mouth down to mine as I use my free hand around her hip to rock her into me. “Just like that,” I urge, and her hips dip and roll as her hands travel up my chest to my shoulders, which she uses as leverage to bring herself down hard while my hips slam up to meet her.
“Sage!”
“Me, too,” I hiss against her mouth as her pussy starts to pulse around my cock, pulling my orgasm from me. As I fuck up into her, her mouth drops to my neck and she moans against my skin. I groan against hers as I hold her down against me, coming hard. Resting my forehead to her chest, I listen to her breathing even out, and mine does the same.
“Maybe after I’ve had you a few million times, I won’t want to come the second I’m inside you,” I say, hearing her laugh and feeling that sound slide through her and into my skin. Placing a kiss to her collarbone, I look at her beautiful face, wild hair, and eyes shining with happiness, and I shake my head while my cock twitches. “Then again, maybe not,” I admit, and she touches her smiling mouth to mine. Locking my arms around her, I roll us to our sides, keeping us connected as I settle her against me.
“Are you hungry?” she asks after a few minutes, and I smile, sifting my fingers through the hair at the side of her head.
“Are you asking because you’re hungry?”
“I’m not really hungry, but all I had to eat today was an orange at the airport. I need to eat something so I can take my pills,” she says, and I instantly pull out of her then roll off the bed, dragging her with me as I go.
“Sage…?”
“Come on. Let’s get you some food. Are your pills in your purse or your luggage?” I question, starting to leave the room, and she latches onto my arm, holding me in place.
“I’m okay.”
“You’re not okay,” I growl, picking up my shirt from the floor, attempting to put it over her head, only to have her bat my hands away. She takes a step back and plants her hands on her hips.
“I’ve been dealing with this for a long time and know what I need to do to take care of myself. So please, don’t start going all weird on me. I don’t need that or want it.”
“Baby—”
“No, don’t ‘baby’ me, Sage Mayson. I need you to hear me when I tell you this. I’m okay, and the minute I stop being okay, I’ll tell you.”
“Will you?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, and her body jolts back and her eyes fill with anger and frustration. Fuck.
“You….” She pulls her eyes from me then jerks her hand through her hair while looking around. Spotting whatever it is she’s looking for, she moves across the room and picks up her shirt. She starts to put it on, but I grab her around her waist from behind before she can.
“Let me go.”
“Never.” My hold on her tightens as I lead her across the room to the bed and fall into it with her in my arms.
“Sage!”
“I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” She wiggles, trying to break my hold.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I have no fucking idea how bad this is or what you need from me.”
“I need you to let me go,” she growls, trying to pull free.
“Anything but that. Now talk to me,” I prompt, turning her in my arms to face me. As soon as we’re front-to-front, I tighten my arms around her and toss my leg over both of hers.
“You are so annoying!” she screams, trying to shove free, but I don’t let go or loosen up.
“Talk to me,” I demand, giving her a shake, and her eyes fly up to meet mine then narrow, showing just how pissed off she is.
“If I were bigger, I swear to God I would kick you in your balls.”
“Then you’d be kissing them better, baby, so it’s a good thing you’re not bigger,” I mutter, and she glares.
“Put your balls near my mouth and I’m biting them off.” She snaps her teeth together.
I try not to laugh, but I still feel a smile twitch my lips. I’ve never seen her like this, and it’s both adorable and hot as fuck. Not the part about biting off my balls, but the rest. “Talk to me.”
“Fine,” she pants, narrowing her eyes on me when she realizes she’s stuck. “My kidney disease is at a stage three right now. I still have about fifty-eight percent function in my kidneys, which isn’t great, but since I got a new doctor and started my new diet, my function has improved. The last time I went in for lab work, my numbers were even better, putting me at a functioning rate of sixty-one percent.”
Her body slowly starts to relax against mine as she continues. “For a while, I wasn’t doing so well because of stress and my diet, but I’m better. I will never be one hundred percent. There is no cure for what I have, but right now, I’m all right. And I will keep fighting and working at being all right. If my numbers start to go down again, I will get on a transplant list and go from there.”
“How did it happen?” I ask, and she closes her eyes briefly.
“The doctors think that it was my biological mom’s drug use that was the cause of it. She was addicted to crack when she got pregnant with me and Kelly, and didn’t stop using until the day she gave birth to us.”
“What the fuck?”
“She was an addict,” she whispers, dropping her eyes from mine. “Kelly and I were both addicted when we were born. We had to stay in the hospital for three weeks after we were delivered while we were both carefully monitored and weaned off the drugs the hospital gave us so that we didn’t suffer from withdrawals.”
“And they let your birth mom keep Kelly?”
“The system is messed up,” she replies quietly, tipping her head back to look at me. “She told the doctors and the social workers that she wanted to change and they believed her, so they set up my adoption and got her the help she needed in order for her to take Kelly home with her. My parents were there for the three weeks I was in the hospital. They said after she made the decision to give me up, she never saw me again.”
“Baby.” I tuck her head under my chin and hold on to her as tightly as I can, wishing I could absorb her pain, and go back in time and change things for her.
“I never knew I was adopted until I got diagnosed with kidney disease. That was when I found out about Kelly and my birth mom.”
“What?” I hiss in disbelief, and her head shakes while her fingers dig into my skin. “I thought you knew you were adopted.”
“I didn’t. If I hadn’t gotten sick, I doubt I would know now. My parents freaked when I was diagnosed. They were worried I’d need a transplant and have a hard time finding a match, so they told me everything. Until then, I had no idea. I grew up being told I looked like my mom and dad. I thought they were my birth parents.”
“Christ.” My eyes close and my arms spasm around her.
“I was so mad at them for a long time for lying and never telling me the truth. I felt like my whole life was a lie. I couldn’t understand how they could keep something like that from me.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Jesus, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. It’s not okay they didn’t tell you.”
“I get it now. I know now that they were trying to protect themselves and me from getting hurt, but it still sucked finding out the way I did. And it was worse that Kelly thought I was trying to use her.”
“She didn’t think that.”
“She did. She hated me because of it, because I didn’t contact her until I found out I was sick.”
“She didn’t hate you. She was mad at the world for the hand she was dealt, but she also didn’t do anything to change that or make it better. She could have changed her path, but she didn’t want to.”
“Our mom—”
“Your birth mom is a cunt,” I cut her off with a squeeze. “But Kelly wasn’t a child. She was an adult making her own decisions. Just because you grow up one way doesn’t mean you can’t make a better life for yourself. Every single person has the ability to change the course of their life, no matter who they are, how they grew up, or what they’ve done in their past.”
“You’re right,” she whispers, and I roll her to her back and look down at her.
“Are we okay now?” I question, and her eyes soften and her hands slide up my chest to my shoulders.
“We’re okay,” she says quietly, and I drop my forehead to hers, resting it there.
“All I want is to protect you.” I move my thumb and cover her lips when it looks like she’s going to talk. “I know that’s impossible in this situation. This isn’t something or someone I can protect you from. But I can do my best to take care of you, so let me do that. Even if it’s just making sure you eat or sleep, I need to know I’m doing my job.” I run the back of my fingers down her cheek and neck.
“Okay.” She smiles softly, sliding her hand up my neck and jaw and curving her fingers around the side of my head. “In that case, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want to eat?” I ask, and she tips her head to the side before she grins.
“A salmon taco salad sounds good. Are you in the mood for an obnoxiously large burrito?”
“No, but I’m sure I can find something else to order.” I kiss her nose and pull her out of bed then take her to the shower.
Later, I put her in the car and take her out to dinner. While we’re there, I send a text to my sister, Nalia, telling her I love her and support her in her decision to get to know our birth mom even if I still don’t understand her reasoning.