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“Thank you, dear. York, you’ll let Sage stay at your house.”

It’s not a question. “I thought I wasn’t needed for this conversation?” I raise an eyebrow at my mother and she answers my snark with a dramatic eye roll, the side of Sage’s lip twitches in a small smile.

Not that I’d let Sage go anywhere else if she’s staying in Colorado. She’s going to be lucky if I let her sleep in her own room while Mother’s recovering. Sage doesn’t say anything but I do catch the slight blush that creeps up her pretty cheeks.

I don’t need to get turned on while in the hospital with my Mother but it doesn’t stop the twitching in my pants as I look at the woman who’s captivated me like no other.

Christ.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow. York, I’m tired, please take our girl home. You look terrible.” Chuckling at my mother’s returning sass, I push out of my chair.

“I can’t fault that assessment. Sage, are you ready?” I hold my hand out to help her up, she takes it and stands, I interlock our fingers so she can’t get away once she’s fully vertical. We each give Mother a quick hug before we leave, she keeps a tight hold on me for an extra second, whispering in my ear, “Darling. If you’re going to keep the interest of my dear Sage, you’re going to have to try a little harder. You’re kind of smelly.”

“Noted. We’ll see you in the morning. Love you, Mother.”

Sage and I walk to the car in silence. My grip on her hand is tight, like I’m afraid she might slip away. I am. My body is almost vibrating with the need to get as close to her as possible.

I give into my urge once we walk up to the car, caging her against the side of the vehicle, pressing a kiss against her forehead. A sense of peace settles the residual nerves of the day. “Will you sleep in my bed tonight?” My voice is hoarser than I intended but the only way I’m going to be able to let her go long enough to drive home is if I know she’ll be in my arms for the rest of the night.

“Of course.” Sage tilts her head up, puckering her lips slightly. I’m more than happy to indulge in her subtle request. Our kiss starts off sweet but quickly deepens into something fiercer. Using one arm to press her soft body against me, the other I drop down to palm her supple backside.

Sage pulls back from our kiss, taking her mouth away from me too soon, and I briefly follow after her. I’m not ready to not be kissing her but I know we should get home. The faster I get Sage home, the faster I’m going to be able to get her into my bed. I let out a small groan escape, pressing a quick peck to her lips.

“Let’s get you home, beautiful.” I unlock the car and open the passenger door, waiting until she’s sitting secure in her seat. Looking at her seat belt pressing between her breasts—pulling her t-shirt tight over the mounds—only stokes my need for her. Once I close her door I make my way to the driver’s side, adjusting myself so at least the drive home won’t be unnecessarily uncomfortable.

26

SAGE

York’s palm is hot resting against my leg. Occasionally, he’ll give my thigh a squeeze and it’s like a shot of arousal straight to my clit. There’s so much going on but I’m so exhausted, I can’t focus on anything except York and getting to share a bed with him. Hopefully tonight there will be no emergency interruptions.

The car ride back to his home is quick. I’m not surprised to see that all the lights are off. Today was a lot.

We walk into the house hand in hand, York leading me up the stairs to his room. It’s hard to focus on any of his room decor, I take in the shades of blue and gray accents but nothing sinks in as York wraps his arms around my stomach. I can feel his heart racing against my back.

His breath is hot against my neck as he peppers me with kisses, stubble from the long day at the hospital scratching against my neck in the most delicious way. “I don’t have any clothes up here.” My words come out so breathy, it’s basically a moan.

“Oh honey, you aren’t going to need any clothes.” York turns my body so I’m facing him, his dirty smirk quickly ruining my panties. My hands tangle in the inky stands at the nape of his neck, using my grip to pull him down to my mouth.

Our kiss is dirty and frantic, teeth clashing and tongues dancing. Suddenly, I’m up leaning above York to meet his mouth. This smooth motherfucker took the opportunity to grip my thighs and lift me into the air. I’m so focused on getting every moment to kiss him, I don’t care to outwardly react but, holy ravioli, that’s hot as fuck.

I feel him walking to the bed, one hand letting my legs go to cradle my head as he leans forward to drop me onto the bed. He keeps me close and falls with me but our lips part as my body bounces between his and the plush mattress. I whine at the loss of his mouth but the press of his hard body against mine is a perfect trade-off.

He’s so hard, I’m sure inner thigh is going to have a bruise. “I need you.” I’m panting with how overwhelmed I am.

“You have me, honey.” York leans up on his elbows, using the change in position to grind against my core. He stands, slipping his hands into the waistband of my leggings, he’s quick as he pulls them down along with my panties.

I shiver when the cool air hits me at my soaked entrance. “Is this all for me?” York’s fingers drag through my slit, collecting the moisture that is completely and utterly all for him. He teases me until I’m thrashing, begging for release. “Honey, you’re going to wake up the whole neighborhood."

“If you’d stop teasing and give me something to occupy my mouth with then we wouldn’t be having this problem.” I practically growl. York’s responding chuckle is dark and sends a chill down my spine but I don’t take back my statement. York quickly removes his own clothes and I take to opportunity to pull off my shirt and soft bra. I’m practically vibrating with the need to feel his skin on my own.

York stands, his cock hard and tempting. I lick my lips as I watch pre-cum collect at the tip. York wraps his hand around his shaft and gives himself a rough tug, my eyes catch on a vein on the underside and I have to fight the urge to push him to the floor and run my tongue up that vein like it’s an ice cream cone.

“I need your eyes, beautiful.” York’s voice is gruff, he takes a step towards me re-invading my space by stepping between my open legs. “As much as I want to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock, I need to be inside you.” I don’t get a chance to respond to that because his hands grip my hips and he surges into me in one powerful thrust that takes my breath away. “Christ, nothing feels better than this pussy.” York grits out as he stays fully sheathed for a moment, letting us both take a moment to adjust. Once I’m able to take a breath I clench around his throbbing length, letting him know I’m ready for him to move.

I might die if he doesn’t start moving.

He takes the hint, pulling back until only the tip is pressed against my entrance. I’m empty, lost without him inside me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sage.” He surges back inside me at a punishing speed and all I can do is feel him, taking his pleasure and giving it back in an erotic push and pull like I’ve never experienced before.