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  “Your tits are so fucking addictive,” he rumbles, nipping at my bottom lip. “I love feeling them in my hands.”

  My heart rate quickens and I squirm with need. “I like you touching them.”

  His hand slides over my distended stomach, lingering for a long moment. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?” he asks, his voice tight with worry.

  “I need you to make love to me, Daniel. I need one night of normalcy.”

  He nods before kissing down my neck to my nipple. I whimper when he bites on it and pulls. His mouth slides over a large part of my breast and he sucks on damn near the whole thing. Hard.

  I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. At least he’s not holding back. I’d probably die if he treated me like I was fragile. I don’t want to be dealt with as though I’m a wilting flower. I want to be ripped apart, throttled, used, and abused. Sexually, of course. And then I want his perfect mouth to put me back together again. I want him to heal me in a way only he can—a way that has nothing to do with his training.

  He grips my thigh, parting me open, and then his fingers are at my pussy. With expert urgency, he massages my clit. Zings of pleasure pulsate through me, matching the cadence of the pounding in my head. I wanted one pain-free night and to make love to the man I’ve grown to care deeply for, but clearly that’s not going to happen. I grit my teeth and ignore the usual hurts to focus on the new pleasures. Each time he brings me close to climax, he pulls away from my clit to tease my opening that grows wetter by the second.

  “I’m going to taste you now,” he rumbles, kissing my lower stomach with a soft brush of his lips. “Do you want my mouth on your pussy, angel?”

  I let out a harsh breath. “I do.”

  He chuckles, sending vibrations of need coursing through me. “I do too. I bet you taste like heaven.”

  I smirk at his corniness. “Might taste a little like fire too.”

  His tongue circles my clit but doesn’t touch it. He simply teases my pussy lips with his wet tongue. I can’t help but lift my hips, seeking his hot mouth.

  “Greedy girl,” he chides, pressing a kiss to my clit and making me gasp. “You’re not patient at all.”

  “Nope,” I sass. “I want you to make me come with your tongue.”

  “Just my tongue?” he growls as he slides a finger into my warmth. “Or can I use this too?” He curls his finger into me, rubbing against something magical within me.

  “Holy shit,” I curse.

  “She swears like a naughty angel.”

  I laugh. “I’m going to swear a lot more if you keep teasing me.”

  Rather than mouthing off, he literally uses his mouth. I cry out in shock when he sucks hard on my clit. It’s dizzying and sends fire burning through my every nerve ending. My head throbs, but I don’t even care anymore because it feels too good. His wicked finger strums me from within, making me see stars.

  Holy hell, this feels good.

  My body trembles and tenses, drawing nearer to ecstasy with each passing second. The room spins and my skin flushes. His tongue laps at my clit in a teasing way and then he’s circling it with purpose.

  “Oh God,” I whimper, my back arching up.

  He chooses that moment to suck on my clit again at the exact time he applies pressure to the spot inside me that feels so good.

  Then. I. Freaking. Explode.

  His tongue slows down as does his finger as he gently unwinds me from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. He pulls away and flashes me a wicked grin that lights up the darkness.

  “Spread your legs, angel, I’m about to make you mine.”

  Daniel

  My body buzzes with pent-up energy as I fetch a condom from the drawer and roll it on my dick that aches to be inside my girl. Yeah, my fucking girl. Watching her lose her mind with her orgasm was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. I can’t wait to feel her body writhing beneath mine the next time it happens.

  As I climb on the bed and prowl over her, I watch for signs of distress. She’s hurting, that much is clear. I wanted to yank her out of that tub and take her to the hospital, but she’s super goddamn stubborn. She wants to make love without anything hanging over her head. Truth is, I want that for her.

  Because come tomorrow…

  I can’t think about it.

  I have a bad fucking feeling, but I won’t let it ruin tonight. I swore I’d turn off doctor mode for one night and show her the best night of her life. We’ll deal with tomorrow…tomorrow.

  Tonight is ours.

  “You’re beautiful,” I praise as I settle between spread thighs. My dick rubs against her slick cunt. I’d love to feel her bare, but we haven’t discussed birth control, and the last thing Lauren needs in her life is fear of pregnancy.

  “So are you,” she says breathily. “I want to kiss you.”

  “You want to taste your sweet honey on my tongue?” I tease.

  She giggles and fuck if it isn’t the lightest sound in the world. “You’re a filthy doctor.”

  “And you’re a filthy girl. Look at us…a perfect pair.”

  Her fingers thread into my hair and she pulls me to her. Our mouths meet gently at first but when my tongue swipes across hers, she lets out a groan. She rakes her fingernails through my scalp, kissing me urgently.

  “I’m big and you’re small,” I warn. “It’s going to be a stretch. All it takes is one word. I’ll stop, angel. Understood?”

  She nods. “I’m ready. I can handle pain.”

  It makes my heart skip a beat for her. I hate that she even knows the meaning of pain. I want to take it all away. At the very least, I can give her body some well-deserved love. I kiss her deeply as I grab hold of my cock. Running the tip through her juices, I tease her opening, warning her of what’s to come. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me forward.

  I’m so close.

  The tip of my cock slides between her lips, pressing against her tight entrance, demanding a way in. Her body is hot as it slowly grips mine around the fat mushroomed head of my dick. She sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Keep going,” she breathes.

  I inch forward, slowly, for two reasons. One, so I don’t rip her apart by accident. And two, so I don’t blow my load in a half a second.

  “That’s it,” I croon. “Relax and take me, angel. I’ll fit. Every thick inch will fit, but you have to let me in.”

  She moans, spreading wider. Her body grips me to the point I nearly black out from pleasure. Gently, I pull out some to coat my cock with her juices and then slide in some more. Little by little, inch by inch. I fuck her with shallow thrusts until I feel that her body has fully accepted me. Then, I drive into her deep, flexing my ass as I plunge into her tight depths.

  “Oh God!” she cries out, her fingernails ripping at my hair.

  “You okay?” I murmur, pressing kisses to her mouth. “I can stop.”

  “N-No. Don’t stop.”

  “I’m in, Lauren. All the way in. How does it feel?”

  “Crazy,” she says with a breathy giggle. “It hurts too, but the good kind of hurt. I can’t believe you’re inside me.”

  “Believe it.” I kiss her mouth and then nip along her jaw to her neck. Sucking on her flesh, I love the way her cunt clenches around me. My breath is hot against her skin as I say, “Now I’m going to make love to you.”

  With slow, measured thrusts, I drive into my sweet girl, owning her body. She slides her fingernails to my shoulders, clawing me there. I love that she’s marking me and leaving her own bites of pain on me. I suck on her neck hard and then bite her, picking up my pace. Our bodies quickly grow slick with sweat and our need to touch and feel every part of the other person becomes frantic and obsessive.

  More. More. More.

  I just want more of her.

  My slow lovemaking turns wild as I buck into her. Fucking. With the intense way she scratches her nails over my biceps and the way she moans like a feral cat, there’s no denying we’ve grad
uated past virginal lovemaking. She’s mine and I’m claiming her. She wants to be claimed.

  More. More. More.

  “Oh God, Daniel!”

  Her body begins shaking like it did when I owned her with my tongue. I drive into her hard, grinding my hips in such a way, I punish her clit some with the movement. It does the trick because she screams out my name a second before she detonates.

  Fuck.

  Her body squeezes around my dick over and over like it’s fisting me to climax. I can’t hold on any longer, giving in to the satisfaction of my orgasm. My nuts draw up in pleasure and I release an animalistic growl as I grind against her. Cum fills the condom and because of how long I’ve gone without getting laid, I’m worried it’s going to fucking explode inside her.

  “Jesus, Lauren,” I groan. “You trying to give this old man a heart attack?”

  She laughs and grips my hair so I’m forced to look at her. “Don’t die on me, Gramps. I’d like to try that again a time or two.”

  Lifting a brow, I smirk at her. “Just one or two? I’m old, but not that damn old.”

  “So we’ll get to do that at least three times?”

  “At least three tonight alone,” I tease.

  I pull out of her to go dispose of the condom. My heart is racing in my chest. Once it’s gone, I come back over to her to and pull her out of bed.

  “Bath is probably still warm.” I hug her naked body to mine. “Want to wash off before bed?”

  She sags against me, weak and tired. “Yeah.”

  We both know the one time was all she had in her tonight, but it’s fun to tease. Truth is, I don’t know if she’ll even make it to the bathroom. I scoop her in my arms and carry her back to the tub.

  “Daniel?” she says as we sink down into the still-warm water.

  “Yeah, angel?”

  “That was amazing. Thank you.”

  She grows quiet and then a sob escapes her. I tense up, hugging her to me.

  “What is it, baby?” I whisper, my chest aching.

  “Can we go to the hospital now?”

  Fuck.

  We don’t have tomorrow.

  We only have tonight.

  I pace around outside the radiology department as Lauren gets her MRI. I’m going to be sick. When Morris’s face paled as he looked at the ultrasound, I knew something was wrong. He immediately ordered an MRI to get a closer look. At her kidneys.

  “Still in there?” he asks as he comes striding down the hall, a rare, serious expression on his face.

  I nod and swallow. “The ultrasound looked bad.”

  So many dark masses I’d seen on the screen. So fucking many.

  “The MRI will tell us the size and number of kidney cysts she has,” he tells me like I’m not a fucking doctor too. “Then, we can evaluate the amount of healthy kidney tissue she has.”

  “She needs a specialist to be sure,” I state bitterly. I know I’m insulting my friend, but thankfully he softens, understanding I’m just stressed as hell.

  “Of course,” he placates. “A specialist will confirm, but we both know what we’re looking at, Daniel.”

  Autosomal dominant polycystic kidney disease.

  “It usually doesn’t manifest until a person’s thirties or forties,” I argue.

  “Usually,” he says. “Her mom had kidney disease too?”

  “I don’t have her history, just what Lauren’s told me. Something similar if not the same thing.” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Her mom died.”

  He grips my shoulder. “Listen, man. Whatever it is, she’ll get the best care. We’ll make sure of it.”

  I lift my gaze to his, hating that emotion burns in my eyes. “I don’t want to lose her. I just fucking found her.”

  He pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t go zero to a hundred. She’s going to hate it if you’re already planning her funeral. So drop that shit right here because she’s going to need your medical brain and strength. Together, you two can get through this.”

  “When did you become so wise?” I grumble.

  “I had a good role model.” He pats me on the back. “You can do this. So can she.”

  I sure fucking hope so.

  He runs off to deal with another patient. When the door clicks open, Lauren steps through it, looking as pale as the gown she’s wearing. I swoop in and wrap an arm around her waist.

  “How did it go?”

  “It was fine,” she says tightly.

  “Let’s get you back to your room.”

  Once she’s settled in her bed, I crawl into the bed beside her. She curls up against me. Her body feels cold and she shivers. I pull the covers over her, warming her up.

  “I’m scared,” she murmurs. “I should call my brother or my dad, but I don’t want to yet. Not until I know what I’m dealing with.”

  I stroke my fingers through her hair. “We won’t know until the radiologist offers his expert opinion, but I can offer what I saw and determined myself.”

  “What do you think?”

  “Autosomal dominant polycystic kidney disease. Those dark masses on the ultrasound looked like that way at least. When there are twenty or more present—”

  “Twenty or more?” she says, her tone shrill. “I don’t want them. How do we make them go away?”

  My heart breaks for her. “Let’s wait until he comes in. He’ll explain it better.”

  She grips my jaw, tugging my face to meet hers. “I don’t want his explanation. I want yours.”

  “If any cysts are bleeding, ruptured, or infected, they’ll need to be treated accordingly. Depending on the severity of them, you may need further treatment.”

  “I got this from my mom,” she says sadly. “Right? I could give this to my kids one day?”

  I stroke her hair from her face and kiss her forehead. “ADPKD is either acquired or hereditary. Considering what happened with your mother, it’s probably safe to assume it’s hereditary.”

  The door opens and Phil walks in. His brows are furled. When he sees me curled around Lauren, he gives me a sympathetic smile. He sits down and pulls the chair close.

  “How are you doing?” he asks her.

  She lets out a harsh sigh. “Dr. Dan here was just giving me a preview of what you’re going to tell me. Am I going to die like Mom?”

  He flinches slightly at her blunt delivery. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, Lauren. I’ll be frank with you because you clearly need me to be. It doesn’t look good. I’m shocked at the quantity of cysts on your kidneys, especially your right one. I believe the ones on the left can be treated with diet regulation of salt and protein intake. With proper medications, we can control your hypertension and renal stones. If that right kidney starts giving us problems, then we may progress to dialysis and transplantation at a later stage.”

  “So I’m not dying?”

  “Your body is sick right now, but it’s still in a controllable state. If you stick to what your specialist requires, you’ll live a higher quality of life than if you let it slip. You cannot afford to let it slip.”

  As he continues to discuss her options and treatment, I squeeze her hand and hope to hell I can help her through this.

  I need her to be okay.

  Lauren

  One week later…

  My phone buzzes, but I can’t look at it. I’m tired and I feel empty inside. It’s like this when Daniel goes to work. I have nothing or no one to occupy my time. My thoughts consume me.

  Dad has been home for two days, but I can’t bring myself to tell him what’s wrong with me. He’s off having dinner with Landon. I want to tell him, but I can’t break his heart again. He was so broken when Mom died.

  My tears soak my pillow as I cry silently. I notice several texts from Daniel, but I don’t have the energy to respond. I already feel horrible for missing dinner with his mom because of my issues. When I hear the garage door opening, I drag myself out of bed and pad downstairs. Landon and Dad are playfully
swatting at each other in the middle of the kitchen. They look similar—both tall and handsome. Smiling.

  I should go.

  Not kill the mood.

  But it’s too late.

  “Hey, sleepyhead,” Landon says, thrusting a bag my way. “We brought you a burger and fries from Sandy’s. Your favorites.” He waggles his brows at me.

  While Landon is amused, Dad’s smile has fallen as he inspects me with intense scrutiny.

  “I’m actually going to heat up some chicken and vegetables,” I mutter. Last night, Daniel cooked me a healthy meal that fits within my new dietary restrictions. I brought leftovers home with me.

  “Are you sick?” Landon jokes. “Since when do you turn down Sandy’s?”

  I flinch at the word sick. Dad’s gaze narrows.

  “Honey, come here,” Dad orders, holding his arms open.

  It’s then, I break.

  At first it was a crack and then I just shatter. Right at his feet. On the kitchen floor with my brother watching in horror. I collapse to the floor, my emotion consuming me like a savage tidal wave of grief. I’m drowning in it.

  Strong warm arms envelope me. I’m pulled into my dad’s embrace as my brother takes my hand. I’m choking on my tears, the words unable to find their way out.

  “Talk to me, baby girl,” Dad pleads. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Yeah, who do we need to beat up?” Landon growls.

  I tremble in their arms. “I’m s-so sorry, Daddy,” I sob. “I’m s-sorry.”

  “Shhh,” Dad says, stroking my hair. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

  But he can’t fix this.

  “Autosomal dominant polycystic kidney disease,” I blurt out.

  He tenses, but then kisses my head. “How do you know this?”

  I cling to him, crying. “I went to the ER and c-confirmed my s-suspicions. I still need to see a specialist, but my kidneys are a mess.”