Chapter 12 #2
He reached for my hand and held it, and it felt strangely comforting. "Tell me how to fix it," he said softly, and the concern in his eyes was genuine.
Either I had an entirely skewed mental image of Kade Kingston based only on the way the media portrayed him and everyone in this world saw him the wrong way, or he was being different with me.
Which I didn't believe for a second. It was easier to convince myself that the tabloids and press had painted a bad picture of him, and he really was this sweet, amazing man, than for me to believe he actually cared about me personally.
It made more sense. He was too wealthy, and too famous to stoop to my level.
I shook my head. "No, there's nothing you can do." Short of buying a thousand cupcakes from me and turning himself into the next four-hundred-pound man, Kade couldn't save the day at all. The last time he'd tried to save the day for me, all of this insanity happened.
"Let me try," he said as he squeezed my hand. "Please, I can cover the ingredients for the fundraiser and get you whatever you need."
"I don't want your money." I didn’t mean to scowl or pull back, but the natural reaction I had to him throwing his money at a problem was genuine.
If I let him do that, the next thing that would happen would be every newspaper and tabloid magazine on the West Coast running pictures of me with him, calling me a gold digger. No thank you.
"Then what do you want?"
I didn't know how to answer that. I wanted to go back in time and make different choices. I wanted Brandon to have never cheated, my bakery to succeed without anyone's help, and to not be pregnant and terrified and completely alone.
"I want to stop feeling this way," I said quietly.
"What way?"
"Trapped and lost." I looked down at my hands, where Kade had slipped his fingers between mine again. "I spent six years being Brandon's girlfriend, planning his future, and living the life he wanted. And now I'm free and I should be happy, but I'm just falling apart."
He was quiet for a moment. "You're not falling apart."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're rebuilding." He moved closer until his knees touched mine. When his hand cradled my jaw and brushed away a tear a zing of warmth spread through my body.
I wanted to argue, but I couldn't find the words.
The truth was sitting on my bathroom counter and it wasn't something he could fix.
I was going to be a mother; I was going to raise this baby alone, and I had no idea how to tell him that everything was so much worse than a failed fundraiser.
How did I even begin to tell him he was going to be a father?
Something broke inside me and I leaned forward. He caught me and his arms wrapped around me while I buried my face in his shoulder. He smelled clean and expensive and I hated how safe I felt when I knew better. He was a total stranger, just a placeholder, not anything real or lasting.
But his arms felt comforting and I needed that more than I needed logic.
"I'm sorry," I said into his shirt.
"Don't be."
I pulled back enough to look at him. His face was so close I could see the green flecks in his eyes. My breath caught as my chest started to swell up and time seemed to stop.
He hesitated and his gaze dropped to my mouth. "Lainey—"
I kissed him before he could finish, and it was soft at first, tentative, as if both of us were waiting for the other to pull away.
But then his hand came up to cup my jaw and everything changed.
The kiss deepened and turned hungry, and I couldn't remember why I'd been pushing him away.
His lips moved against mine and matched the fire building inside me.
I let myself get lost in it, my hands fisting in his shirt as if that could anchor me.
The kiss grew deeper, our breaths mingling in hot bursts, and I felt his body press closer.
But then he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes with an intense, searching gaze.
"Lainey," he muttered. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to do anything you don't want."
I nodded without hesitation, my heart pounding. "Yes... please." Why was he stopping? Why was he asking for consent? Couldn't he read the situation?
He searched my face for another second, then asked again, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "You're sure? No regrets?"
"Absolutely sure," I said emphatically, pulling him back toward me. "Please, don't stop."
That seemed to unleash something in him, and his mouth crashed back onto mine with renewed hunger.
We shifted on the couch, my back pressing into the cushions as he leaned over me.
My fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, fumbling at first but then yanking them open one by one, exposing the hard planes of his chest. He shrugged out of it, tossing it aside, and I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and the faint ridges of muscle.
His hands were on me then, sliding under my top, pushing it up over my head in one swift motion.
I lifted my arms to help, and he discarded it, his eyes darkening as they roamed over my chest and the tattoo on my side.
He traced it with his finger and the way he looked at me made me forget everything else.
It was like he knew I was branded with his mark.
"God, you're beautiful," he growled, cupping my breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing over each nipple until they hardened into peaks.
I arched into his touch, a moan escaping my lips, and then I was tugging at his belt, unbuckling it with desperate pulls.
The leather slid through the loops, and I popped the button on his pants, dragging the zipper down.
He stood briefly to shove them off along with his boxers, his cock springing free.
I stared, my mouth watering at the sight of him, his head already glistening with precum.
God he must've wanted this as badly as I did, and I wasn't sure what that said about him or why he'd shown up here.
He sat down next to me, and I slid off the couch to kneel between his legs, my hands on his thighs. "Let me taste you," I whispered, looking up at him.
His hand threaded into my hair, guiding but not forcing. "Take what you want, baby girl."
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling it throb in my grip, and leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to lick the tip, tasting the salty bead there.
He groaned, his hips shifting slightly. I took him into my mouth then, inch by inch, my lips sliding around his girth.
I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head as I worked him with my hand at the base.
My tongue slid over his cock, and I hummed around him, making him curse under his breath.
"That's it, good girl," he said in a strained voice. "Suck me like you own it. Make me feel how desperate you are."
I moved faster, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat, gagging slightly but not stopping.
Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with his precum, and I swirled my tongue around his head each time I pulled back.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and his breathing grew ragged, hips bucking gently to meet my rhythm.
"Christ, you're so perfect at this," he praised, his free hand reaching down to tweak my nipple. "Keep going, princess. You're making me so hard."
I kept at it until my jaw ached, loving the way he filled my mouth, his musky scent filling my senses. But then he pulled me off with a gentle tug, and his dick stood proudly, slick and shiny from my efforts.
"Slow down now," he said, lifting me back onto the couch and laying me down.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and panties, dragging them down my legs in one go, leaving me completely bare.
I spread my thighs for him, and he stared down at me with dark hunger in his eyes like he was ready to feast.
Kade settled between my legs, broad shoulders pushing them wider. "Look at you, all pink and dripping for me," he mumbled with hot breath against my inner thigh. "I'm going to eat this pretty pussy until you scream."
His tongue delved in without warning, lapping at my folds in long, firm strokes that made me gasp.
He focused on my clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue, then sucking it between his lips.
Pleasure shot through me, until my hips lifted off the cushion, but he held me down with one arm across my waist, his other hand spreading me open farther.
"Oh god, Kade," I moaned, my fingers clutching the couch cushion under me.
He hummed against me, and the vibration sent sparks up my spine. "Taste so sweet, baby. Like you were made for my mouth." He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids as his tongue flicked my clit relentlessly.
I writhed under him, the pressure building fast. "Don't stop, please. Oh my God, it feels so good."
"Good girl, let me hear you," he encouraged, his fingers thrusting deeper. "Come for me, princess. Soak my face."
He sucked harder on my clit, his fingers rubbing that inner wall, and the orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me in intense pulses.
My body tensed, thighs clamping around his head as I cried out, my pussy clenching around his fingers in rhythmic spasms. Juices flooded his mouth, and he lapped them up greedily, prolonging the pleasure until I shuddered and went limp.
Then he kissed his way up my body, his lips glistening with my release, and settled over me, his hard dick pressing against my thigh. "You came so hard," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. "Such a perfect little thing."
I wrapped my arms around him, still catching my breath, the aftershocks making me tremble. Kade positioned himself between my legs, dick nudging at my entrance, slick from my arousal. I reached down, guiding him, feeling his thick head press against my folds. Our eyes locked, and he paused.
"You ready for me?" he asked, and his voice was husky with need.
"Yes," I whispered, lifting my hips. "I want you inside me now."
He pushed forward, inch by inch, stretching me wide. The fullness made me gasp, my walls clenching around him as he buried himself deep. Then he groaned, holding still for a moment, letting me adjust.
"God, you feel incredible," he said, gripping my hips. "So tight and wet for me. Like your pussy was made to take my cock."
I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he started moving, thrusting in steady strokes that built a rhythm, each one hitting that perfect spot inside me. The couch creaked under us, but I barely noticed, lost in the sensation of him filling me completely.
"That's it, princess," he praised, leaning down to capture my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he pumped into me. "You take me so well. Look at you, all spread out and eager. My good girl."
His words sent shivers through me, making my core tighten even more. I raked my nails down his back, urging him on. "Harder, God... give me more."
He obliged, increasing his pace, his hips slamming against mine with each drive. Sweat slicked our bodies, and he released my nipple with a pop, moving to the other one, lavishing it with the same attention.
"God, your tits are perfect," he growled against my skin. "Bouncing like that every time I drive into you. You're driving me wild."
I arched my back, meeting his thrusts as pleasure coiled tight in my belly again. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in firm circles that matched his rhythm. Stars danced behind my eyelids, and I whimpered and tangled my fingers in his hair.
"Yes, like that," I begged. "Don't stop."
Kade lifted his head, his gaze intense as he watched my face. "Come on, show me how you come around me. You're so beautiful when you fall apart."
The pressure built until I shattered, the second orgasm ripping through me in waves. My pussy pulsed around him, milking his length, and I shuddered and jolted as I whimpered his name. He kept thrusting through it, prolonging the pleasure, his thumb never leaving my clit.
"That's my girl," he growled in a strained voice. It was like he was holding back still. "Coming so hard for me. I can feel every flutter."
As I came down, he slowed, but didn't stop, flipping us so I straddled him on the couch. His hands guided my hips, helping me sink down onto him again. From this angle, he went even deeper, and I gasped, bracing my palms on his chest. I could do this all night, my God.