“Soph…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Soph…fuck.”
A few tears might’ve leaked out as I unloaded inside of her. It was absolutely, positively, the most fan-fucking-tastic orgasm of my life.
After, Sophia was completely spent. Her body slumped into mine, and her head nuzzled against my chest as we attempted to catch our breath.
My dick apparently thought it was a volcano that had just erupted. It trembled with aftershocks, jerking and sputtering its last bits of hot lava.
Sophia looked up at me with a smile that could only be described as delirious. “Are you doing that? Making it move like that?”
I chuckled. “No. It’s got a mind of its own.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed my lips, and sighed. “That was really nice.”
I arched a brow. “Nice?”
“Yeah. What else should I call it? Nice is…nice.”
I clutched my hand to my chest like I was in pain. “That hurts.”
She giggled. “Outstanding? Is that better.”
“A little.”
“How about orgasmic. Does that work?”
“You’re getting warmer. Keep going.”
“Epic. It was epic.”
“What else you got?”
“Phenomenal? Earth shattering? Extraordinary?”
I shifted and gently lifted her off me. Cradling her in my arms, I stood, causing her to yelp in surprise. But the smile on her face told me she loved every minute of it.
“What are you doing?” She giggled.
I carried her to the top of the bed and laid her in the middle of it before climbing on top and nudging her legs open with my knee. “I’m going to fuck the nice out of you.”
She answered through a laugh. “That might take a while. I’m pretty nice, you know.”
I smiled. “That’s okay. I’m good at what I do. You know, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some get to have greatness thrust inside them.”
Sophia giggled. “Pretty sure Shakespeare said some get to have greatness thrust upon them.”
Weston winked. “Maybe later we can do that, too.”
Chapter 17
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Sophia
The next morning started the same way last night had ended—with Weston inside of me. Though something had changed between us. Instead of a frenzied race to cross the finish line, we took our time, exploring each other’s bodies. There was an intimacy now that hadn’t been there before.
I rested my head on his chest and traced the length of the faint scar on his abdomen.
“You said this was from a kidney surgery, right?”
Weston stroked my hair gently. “Yeah, the testing for this surgery was actually the day after our prom.”
“It was? I don’t remember you mentioning anything about an upcoming surgery.”
“We didn’t do so much talking on prom night, if I remember correctly.”
Thinking back, I smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. What was wrong that you needed surgery?”
Weston was quiet for a moment. “Nothing. I donated a kidney to Caroline.”
I turned my head to look at him, propping my chin on my hands. “Oh, wow. I had no idea. That’s amazing.”
Weston shrugged it off. “Not really. Three years after the transplant, she started showing signs of rejection. At first, we thought she had the flu. But it wasn’t. The doctors tried to stop it by giving her immunosuppressants, but all that did was weaken her immune system. She struggled with being sick off and on for years. Eventually, she died from an infection because the antirejection drugs she was taking for my shitty kidney made her susceptible to so many things.”
I felt an ache in my chest. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault.”
Of course it wasn’t. But something told me he did place blame on someone. “You know it’s not your fault either, right?”
Weston looked away. “Sure.”
“No.” I touched his chin and tilted his face back in my direction. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”
“I had one job in life, to make my sister healthy. And I couldn’t even do that.”
I searched his face. He was dead serious. Shaking my head, I said, “It wasn’t your job to make Caroline healthy. I think it’s incredible that you donated a kidney. But I’m sure you did it because you loved her, not because you felt obligated to.”
Weston scoffed. “No, Soph. It was my job. I’m a savior baby.”
My brows drew together. “A savior baby?”
He nodded. “Caroline was diagnosed at a year old. My parents conceived me through in vitro fertilization. Only zygotes that were genetically compatible to my sister and free of all genetic diseases were implanted into my mother. I was a walking inventory of spare parts.”
My mouth hung open. “Are you serious?”
“Three bone marrow transplant donations and a kidney.”
I had no idea what to say. “That’s…that’s…”
Weston smiled sadly. “Fucked up. I know. But it is what it is. I honestly didn’t think anything of it growing up. When my sister was sick, I had to stay in, too. I thought my mother was just nervous that I’d bring germs into the house and make Caroline sicker.” He shook his head. “But she wanted to make sure I didn’t get sick so if my sister needed another transplant, I’d be healthy.”