by Lane Hart
But then I focused on my classes and used Tal and his orgasms as a distraction from missing Sage. Eventually, I was able to think about him without it physically hurting. The past four years I’ve been around Sage more and more when I stayed the night with Tal. Never more than a few minutes before he was off to training or off to sleep to get ready for an early day of training, but it got bearable.
What if I get so caught up in loving Sage again that I fall back into that dark place where I’m so sad and lonely I can’t breathe? I don’t want to do that to myself, but at the same time, walking away now while Sage is recovering doesn’t seem like a possibility.
I love him.
I always have and I always will.
And not in the same way that I love Tal.
Sage was my world and I hated losing him.
But I’m stronger now. I’ve grown up a lot over the past eight years. I graduated from college with my business degree and now have my own, successful business. Working as a marketing manager for several companies fills up most of my days. It keeps me gainfully employed, while keeping my mind off the fact that I’m still, in a way, single and lonely.
Just one night and one more day with Sage, then I’m done. I won’t lose myself or my heart in the next twenty-four hours. Then, it’ll be time to start putting space between us, preparing myself for the moment when Sage remembers everything, including that he no longer wants me.
Sage
Sitting on the sofa with Eden curled up to my side watching action flicks is the best time I’ve had in…fuck, I can’t even remember.
“We should do this more often,” I tell her.
“Uh-huh,” she mutters, giving a noncommittal answer.
“You don’t want to, or you don’t think we will?” I ask for clarification. Then I go with the most likely reason. “You think I’ll be too busy training again soon and that I won’t have time for lazy movie nights?”
“Yes,” she answers with a sigh.
“I’ll make time,” I promise her, placing my lips on the top of her head. “Too much training will make me burn out before I’m even old enough to drink.”
When Eden’s arm tenses under my hand, I realize my mistake. “I’m already over twenty-one,” I remark.
“You are,” she agrees.
“I’m twenty…” I squeeze my eyes together to try and remember.
“Six. You’re twenty-six,” Eden says, lifting her face to look at me. Placing her palm on my cheek, she says, “It’s okay if you don’t remember. You will soon.”
“Yeah,” I reply, knowing I should be more concerned about the missing years of my life but not really bothered by it at the moment. Instead, I just want to spend every second with Eden, preferably inside of her. It’s impossible to be this close to her and not want to strip her naked and mount her.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine, kissing her softly at first. When she parts her lips on a moan, I take the opening to stroke her tongue with mine. That’s all it takes to get me hard as a fucking rock.
With no effort at all, I pull her up so that she’s straddling my lap, my cock pressing right between her legs, so she knows how much I need her.
At first Eden’s entire body is tense, like she’s holding back, maybe because she doesn’t think I’m well enough for even the slightest physical exertion. But gradually, she lowers herself down on me a little more and kisses me back just as desperately as I’m kissing her.
I’m about to stand up to carry her to my room when my asshole brother clears his throat, interrupting us.
“What?” I ask him. Eden tries to scramble off of me, but I hold her in place.
“You’re on your own,” Tal grumbles. “Don’t come crying to me when it blows up in your face!” he shouts before he hurries out the door, slamming it behind him so hard it shakes the house.
“I don’t know what the fuck his problem is,” I tell Eden when I rest my forehead against hers. “What am I missing?”
“Nothing you need to worry about right now,” she says with a forced smile before she climbs off of me, sitting beside me again instead. “But, um, maybe we should take things slow, at least until you see the doctor.”
“It could be a week or more before I get an appointment with a local neurologist,” I bitch. “You’re not going to let me have you for weeks? You know I could barely go a day without you before…”
“Well, that was before you got a brain injury,” she says.
“I’m gonna have a dick injury too if you keep teasing me,” I joke with her, making Eden laugh and shake her head. Reaching into my pajama pants, I start to just make an adjustment but squeezing my shaft in my hands feels too good to stop. It’s like I’m so fucking horny I’ll die if I don’t come. “What if we do what we did last night?” I ask her, pulling my swollen, aching cock out for her to see how much pain I’m in.
Eden glances down and stares at my hand stroking up and down. She looks to the door and then back to my dick before she leans over and runs her wet tongue around the head. The pleasure of that one lick is a knockout punch. I throw my head back and groan to the ceiling when she does it again and again before finally knocking my hand away to let my shaft slide over her tongue and to the back of her throat.
“Oh, fuck me, that feels really good,” I moan as my hips start thrusting forward and back, needing more.
Nothing has ever felt as good as Eden’s mouth.
Definitely not training. Not even winning a fight.
It’s pure fucking ecstasy, and I never want it to end.
But once Eden moves, kneeling between my legs to get to me better, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and starts stroking me while sucking, and…I’m a goner.
“God, yes, baby. Don’t stop. I’m so…fucking…close,” I warn her as my balls tighten.
Looking down at her, her eyes are on mine as she moans around my shaft, causing the pleasure to nearly snap my spine in half as I erupt down her throat in hot, thick bursts, pulse after pulse that she swallows. My entire body jerks and shivers with elated relief several times even after I’m finished.
Eden’s tongue keeps right on licking my deflating cock, lapping up every drop I spilled like she can’t get enough.
“Just one of the reasons I fucking love you,” I tell her as I gently thread my fingers through her soft brown locks. When she finally takes her mouth off of me, I say, “And you know I have to return the favor.”
“That’s not…you don’t have to,” she says shyly, her cheeks turning red.
“Like hell I don’t,” I mutter. Putting my cock back down into my pajama pants, I get to my feet and then heft Eden up from the floor in one quick move, hoisting her over my shoulder and making her squeal.
A moment later and we’re in my bedroom where I toss her down on the bed.
“You’re not supposed to overexert yourself!” she reminds me in a panic.
“What? And you think carrying you to my bed would exert me?” I ask while bending over her to undo the button on her jeans and tug the zipper down.
“Ah, well, yes.”
“Think again,” I tell her, jerking on both legs of the denim to pull them off.
As I climb up on the bed, I run my hands up her smooth legs. At her thighs, I part them wide before I wedge my shoulders underneath, laying on the bed to put my face right in front of her bare, slick pussy.
Running my index finger through her folds, I say, “You got wet sucking my dick, and I love it.” Eden squirms at that small, teasing touch. So, when I shove that same finger all the way inside of her tight cunt, her hips bounce off the bed as she thrusts her pussy toward my face, close enough for me to swipe my tongue over her clit.
“Oh shit!” Eden yells.
Those are the last comprehensible words out of her mouth as I flick my tongue over her clit faster and faster while fucking her with my finger. Several times I get her right to the edge, only to pull back, making her groan and pull at my hair in frustratio
n. It’ll be worth it, though, when I finally do get her off.
When Eden has ripped her shirt off to fondle her own tits violently, on the verge of sobbing with the need for some relief, I finally give in and curl the digit inside of her around to hit her g-spot. Like detonating a bomb, she goes off. Screaming what sounds like a scrambled combination of my name, God’s, and the word yes, her beautiful body bucks uncontrollably on the bed coming so damn hard I worry she may injure herself.
“Ohhhh yes,” she moans as her body begins to relax and I keep placing kisses on her inner thighs and pelvis. “Oh God, Sage. That was…holy shit!”
“Good for you?” I ask with a smile even though I know it was.
“Best. Ever. God!”
Eden reaches down and grabs my hair in her fist to urge me up her body until my mouth is hovering above hers. She pulls my lips down to hers, kissing me hard with a demanding tongue.
“Thank you,” she says against my lips. “I had…forgotten how good you were at that…”
“Forgotten?” I say with a chuckle when I pull back to see her face. “I thought I was the one with the memory loss. It couldn’t have been that long since I went down on you, right?”
“Um, right. Yeah. Sorry,” Eden says. “Just caught up in the moment.”
Her hands let go of my hair so that she can run her palms up and down my bare back, holding me to her, her legs wrapping around my hips.
“Can we stay like this for a little while longer?” she asks.
“Fuck yes,” I tell her, content and happy to lay on her and kiss her for the rest of the night.
After a while, though, I worry I’m crushing Eden into the mattress, so I roll us to our sides so that we’re still embracing, and her legs are still around me with us lying face to face.
Eventually, though, we have to break apart to come up for air, our mouths separating to gasp for oxygen.
“This…this is my favorite place in the world, being in bed with you,” I tell Eden as I sweep a strand of hair from her face. It’s so beautiful and silky that I wrap it around my finger.
“Not the cage?” Eden asks.
“What cage?” I ask before I shake my head realizing she means where I fight, not that I can remember a recent fight... “Sorry. Yeah, this is much better than a bloody, sweaty cage.” That’s all I actually remember about it. Oh, and pain. A lot of pain from the hits my body takes.
“I think I’m going to cut back on training,” I admit to Eden.
“Really?” she asks, her dark chocolate eyes wide with surprise and what looks like hope.
“Yeah. I may not even take another fight. After what happened, it’s hard to think that the risks outweigh the rewards anymore.”
“But you love fighting,” Eden says, running her fingertips down my jaw.
“Do I? I can’t remember why.”
Sighing heavily, she says, “It’ll come back to you.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I feel…different now. Like I want to do something else. You know, things I’ve missed out on.”
“That’s…that’s really great to hear,” Eden says, her eyes filling with moisture.
“Is it? Is that what you want me to do?” I ask, reaching up with my thumb to swipe away the tear on her cheek. “Don’t cry, baby. You’re breaking my heart.”
“I wish we could just stay here like this forever,” Eden admits as she holds my eyes with hers that are filled with so much love in them it makes me ache.
“We can,” I promise her. “We can do anything you want. I love you, and I want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy right now,” Eden agrees before she’s covering my lips with hers again.
This kiss is different; it’s slower. Deeper. So deep I can feel Eden pouring all of her love into it. And it just makes me want to be closer to her.
Rolling her to her back again, I let her feel how much I need her between her bare thighs, but ultimately leave the decision up to her since I still have my pajama pants and boxer briefs on between us.
Thankfully, Eden knows exactly what I’m asking and is ready to give it to me. She pushes the elastic waists of both bottoms down my legs. As soon as my cock pops free, it lands right where it belongs, coating me with her heat and arousal, making us both gasp.
Eden tilts her hips just a little, and then I’m sliding home, to the most perfect place in the world – where I’m a part of her and she’s part of me.
Chapter Ten
Eden
Being with Sage is like our first time all over again, but even better. This time there’s no sting like when he took my virginity and no awkwardness as he gave me his.
Instead, it’s like our bodies were always meant to be together. It feels so amazing to be back with Sage in his bed, having this sort of connection with him that I’ve never felt with anyone else – not even his twin.
Sage and I are soulmates. I’ve always thought so, but with each and every single one of the many times we make love during the night, it becomes even more obvious.
But I still don’t understand how he could so easily end things with me before if we’re meant to be together.
I try not to dwell too much on that but enjoy our magical, insanely hot time together while it lasts.
By morning, though, we’re both sweaty and spent, and I’m in desperate need of a shower.
“We need showers and to probably change your sheets,” I whisper to Sage as I lay on his chest, his arm around me, holding me close.
“Five more minutes?” he asks.
“Okay,” I easily agree. I would give him anything he wanted, but especially more time together naked. “Do you…do you remember anything?” I ask cautiously.
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Oh.”
“At least I didn’t forget you,” he says, squeezing me closer to place a kiss on my head.
“Yeah,” I agree with a smile.
Somehow, five minutes turns into ten, and then ten into half an hour, then we both fall asleep.
I wake up when I hear the front door closing, knowing that means Tal is home and Sage’s bedroom door is open. Before he pops in, I quickly roll out of bed with Sage’s sheet around me to duck into the bathroom.
“Hey!” Sage says with a chuckle when he wakes up and notices I stole his bedding.
I wave at him from the bathroom before shutting the door just in time because the next thing I hear is Tal saying, “What the fuck? Dude, put some goddamn clothes on! You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“First of all, this is my room, and you could’ve said something before walking in,” Sage replies. “Secondly, I can fuck my girlfriend whenever I want.”
“Yeah. Right,” is Tal’s clipped sarcastic response.
Leaving them to their argument because I’m not ready to come down from cloud nine yet, I turn on the shower to let it warm up while trying to run a brush through my tangled hair.
The woman in the mirror over the sink with a goofy grin on her face doesn’t even look like me. I don’t remember that woman. In fact, I haven’t seen her since she was only a girl, right before her heart was broken.
Maybe this time won’t end the way it did before.
Last night Sage said he was going to train less and maybe not even fight again.
Here’s hoping he meant it and it wasn’t the amnesia talking.
Sage
“Why are you getting pissed at me?” I ask Tal when I pull on my pajama bottoms and get out of bed. “You’ve been angry at me since I woke up in the hospital. Did I do something to you?” I ask him. “Because if I did, I’m sorry and I don’t remember.”
“You didn’t do shit to me other than to be the reigning perfect son our parents always wanted,” Tal says, which hits me like a punch to my gut. He’s always felt like he was less than me in some way ever since we were kids. Doesn’t he know that I envy him doing whatever the hell he wants in life without giving a shit what anyone thinks, especially our parents?
“I’m n
ot perfect,” I assure him as I walk past him to get to the kitchen.
“No, you’re not,” Tal agrees when he follows me.
Thankfully, I haven’t forgotten how to use the coffee maker, and I fire it up quickly, the smell waking me up.
“So, what did I do to piss you off?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my bare chest and leaning my back against the counter while the machine gets warmed up.
“The stupidest thing you’ve ever done, which was breaking up with Eden,” he says when he takes a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island.
“When did I do that?” I ask in confusion.
“Eight years ago.”
“What? When we were ten? I don’t remember us being a couple then.”
“No, dickhead. When you were eighteen and she was getting ready to leave for college.”
“I broke up with Eden?”
“Yes. The summer after we graduated,” he says with a nod.
“But we got back together obviously,” I state.
“No, you didn’t.”
“Huh? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You broke up with Eden eight years ago and never got back together!” he shouts at me like I’m an idiot. Maybe I am, but right now I just don’t remember any of this shit and it’s infuriating.
“We’re together now,” I mutter.
“No, you’re not. She’s pretending because your head is fucked up and she feels sorry for you.”
“Didn’t act like she felt sorry for me last night…” I respond as I think about how close I felt to her and how amazing the sex was. “It felt like she loved me. I heard the words from her mouth. She told me she loved me.” Didn’t she?
“She was just being nice,” Tal says. “You crushed her when you ended shit before she left for college.”
“But I don’t understand,” I tell him. Was it all just Eden pretending last night? No, I don’t fucking believe that. There were feelings involved. Is the breakup why she seemed so sad? Grabbing a coffee mug from the cabinet, I pour myself a cup from the pot and take a sip. “Why would I break up with Eden when I loved her, and she loved me? I thought I was going to marry her and that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together…”