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.”