Chapter 23 Kade
KADE
Lainey was putty in my hands. I led her to my room and locked the door behind us, though my head was swirling a little from alcohol.
It'd been a while since I had my last drink—which was intentional because I knew I was getting too drunk, and I knew I had such little self-control when I was wasted.
The last thing I wanted was to jump into bed with one of Gavin's lady friends and kill my own conscience. Now, my self-control was paying off.
"Thank you for coming to my room," I said as I leaned into the back of her neck and breathed her in.
My hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her into my body, and she arched her head to the side and gave me access to her skin.
I nipped and sucked her pulse point as I felt myself already swelling.
"Should we talk?" she asked, but her body was already undulating, rubbing back against mine.
"Yeah, we should,” I grumbled, turning to her to face me. "Later."
The kiss turned hungry fast. Her mouth opened for me, tongue meeting mine in hot strokes that made my cock throb against her belly.
I gripped her waist harder, pulling her flush against me so she could feel how hard she made me.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, tugging at the buttons until one popped open.
I broke the kiss to look down, watching her fingers work the rest free.
I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth as she opened for me immediately. Her taste flooded my senses as I walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She dropped onto the bed, pulling me down with her.
My hands found the bottom of her top. I tugged it upward.
She lifted her arms to help, and the fabric came off in one motion.
Her black lace bra cupped her breasts perfectly.
I reached behind her back, fingers working the clasp until it released and the bra fell away.
Her nipples stood tight and dark against her pale skin and I covered one breast with my palm, squeezing while my thumb brushed the peak, causing her to arch into the touch.
“You know my name on your side sort of says something about you,” I told her, drawing my hand over the dark ink emblazoned on her skin.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she mewled, pulling me back toward her.
Lainey grabbed at my shirt and I helped her, yanking the material over my head and tossing it aside. Her hands immediately roamed my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin, tracing the ridges of muscle down to my stomach. The sensation shot straight to my groin.
“God, I thought I'd never see you again." All that worry and fear for no reason. She was here and I hadn't screwed everything up the way I thought.
I pushed her shoulders until she lay flat; then I climbed over her, knee settling between her thighs to spread them.
My mouth returned to her neck. I sucked at the pulse there, hard enough to mark her and she moaned, the sound vibrating against my lips.
Her fingers worked my belt open, then the button of my jeans.
I ground my hips down, letting her feel how hard I was. It only made her whimper louder.
"Oh God..."
I stripped her jeans off next, dragging her panties with them.
She lay bare in front me, legs parted, pussy already slick and swollen.
The sight made my cock jump. I stood long enough to shove my own pants and boxers down.
My erection sprang free, and Lainey’s eyes locked on it.
She reached out, fingers wrapping around the shaft, stroking me as her thumb smeared the bead of pre-cum across my head.
“My God,” she breathed, "why can't I stay away from you?"
I groaned at her words, thrusting shallowly into her grip before I pulled away. I needed more than her hand. I needed to be one with her.
I crawled back over her, skin meeting skin everywhere as heat rolled off her body.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, while my hands explored.
I kneaded her breasts, rolled her nipples between my fingers until she whimpered into my mouth.
My palm slid down her stomach, over the soft curve of her hip, then between her legs.
She was drenched. My fingers parted her folds, stroking through the wetness before circling her clit.
She jerked, hips lifting off the bed while I kept the pressure steady, watching her face twist with pleasure.
Two fingers slipped inside her and she clenched around them instantly, so I curled them upward, stroking that spot that always made her lose control.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped.
I didn’t. I pumped my fingers in and out while my thumb pressed her clit, and her walls fluttered, gripping me tighter.
But I pulled my hand away before she could tip over the edge.
I didn't want her to go like that. I wanted us to go at the same time, and though she whined in protest, I held my ground and kissed her to swallow the sound.
“You want me?” I asked in a low rumble against her skin. She was perfect, every single inch of her and I wanted to make this moment last.
“God yes, please.”
I leaned down, kissing along her breast bone, as my hands spread her wider.
I licked a slow path from her navel down to her pussy, tasting her directly.
She buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as my tongue circled her clit, then dipped inside her.
I ate her like I was starving, sucking and licking while she rocked back against my mouth.
Every little flutter of her walls, every pulse of her muscles, I drew from her hungrily.
When her thighs started to shake, I stopped again, then kissed my way back up her body where I positioned myself between her legs, cock brushing her entrance.
I rubbed the head against her clit, coating myself in her arousal.
“I want to come with you... can we do that?" There were so many firsts I was doing with Lainey that I'd never even thought to enjoy with any other woman, and this was one of them.
I noticed the way her eyebrows drew together and she bit her lip and nodded, pulling me back down to kiss her.
I pressed forward, easing just the tip inside.
She slid open around me, and we both groaned.
I pumped through her moisture a few times, not going too deep, just enough to coat my length, and then I pushed in as far as I could go.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I started moving.
Lainey matched every movement, hips rolling up to meet each thrust. My hand curled around her neck, arching it upward so her mouth opened wider and her eyes fluttered half-closed, lips parted on a silent moan.
"Yes... faster," she panted as her fingernails dug into my sides and I happily obeyed her.
I drove into her deeper, faster, until sweat slicked my skin and I was breathing hard. I bent to take one nipple between my teeth, biting just enough to make her yelp and then her core pulsed around me.
Her hands grabbed my hips, nails biting into my skin as I picked up the pace. “Harder,” she demanded, so I gave it to her. My thrusts turned forceful, hips snapping against hers.
I continued my steady, controlled thrusts as Lainey tightened her legs around my waist, drawing me in farther. Every sound she made drove me wild.
"Oh god... yes."
And when her eyes opened, I held her gaze. "You feel perfect," I said. "Every inch of you."
She exhaled sharply, fingers pressing into my shoulders. "So close... please," she whimpered, and it was a good thing. I was ready to lose it. She had no idea what she could do to me when she tried.
I adjusted the angle, sliding deeper with each motion and her body answered right away, gripping me tighter. "I never want to stop," I told her. "I belong with you, Lainey, in every way."
Her breath caught. "Kade... I'm so close."
I kept the pace even. "Let go... yes... now," I grunted as I felt it snap.
Her body went rigid. Then the orgasm broke over her and she arched sharply, a soft cry slipping out as her walls clenched in strong, steady pulses around me.
The contractions rolled through her in heavy, powerful waves, making her thighs shake against my sides and her fingers dig in harder.
Her eyes closed tight, face flushed with the intensity, as I pushed in as deep as possible.
My release hit so hard I saw stars and felt each thick pulse as I spilled inside her.
If I had been any more buzzed I would've missed the pleasure surging outward in heavy, satisfying beats that locked my muscles and stole my breath.
Every wave felt stronger than the last, spreading through my core until it left me trembling, and her panting.
"God," I growled, biting down on her shoulder hard. She whimpered and sucked my neck, probably leaving a ringed bruise, but I couldn't care less. Let her mark me and tell the whole world I belonged to her.
When her body calmed, I rolled to the side and pulled out, then gathered her against my chest. Her skin was warm and she fit perfectly in my arms. I kissed her once deeply, then again because I couldn't help myself.
I honestly thought I would never see her again, and having her walk right into my world the way she did snapped me out of my self-pity. It reminded me how much I needed her.
We lay there breathing hard, and I ran my fingers through her hair. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't want her to slip away again.
"Tell me more about the fundraiser," I said, even though what I really wanted to talk to her about was why she'd really shown up. She could’ve cut that card in half and been done with me. Waited for me to send the annulment papers. But she brought it back.
I really wanted to ask her if she would stay with me, if she'd forget the annulment and just be my wife—to heck with the world. But I didn't want to pressure her and make her feel bad if it was too much too fast.
"It's in two weeks," she said softly against my shoulder. "I still have a lot to get done, maybe a few things to buy, but I'm more worried about the event itself."
"Take my card, then." I reached for my pants on the floor and pulled out the debit card I'd offered her earlier.
"Please. Just take it and finish buying what you need.
" I felt sort of sleazy throwing money at her, but she needed it.
Besides if we really were married, I'd have done more than just given her my debit card.
I'd be taking her to the store, paying her bills, worshiping the ground she walked on.
God I was so in love it hurt.
She hesitated, but she took it from my hand. "Just for supplies—that's it."
"Whatever you need." I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I mean it. You want a dress for the fundraiser? Buy it. You want some new mixing bowls or one of those fancy mixers you can—"
"Kade," she cautioned, so I stopped talking. I was overeager, but it was because I needed her to understand how I felt. I just didn't know how to tell her something I'd never said to anyone in my life.
We lay in silence for a moment and I could feel her breathing change. Her body tensed slightly. I tried to look at her face, but she buried it in my chest and clung to me for a long minute.
"You okay?" I asked, worried I'd upset her again.
"I think so." She sat up and pressed a hand to her stomach. "I just feel a little sick." Her eyes darted toward her clothing.
"I can help. Get you something—"
"No," she said curtly, but not unkindly. I could tell she really didn't feel well. She stood and started gathering her clothes. "I should go home and rest. That's all."
I watched her dress and wanted to argue, but her face had gone pale and she moved carefully like everything hurt. It meant I was probably in for a bout of the flu too, but I'd do anything at this point just to know she'd be coming back. The idea of not seeing her again was painful.
"Let me walk you down," I said, pulling on my jeans.
She nodded and I led her to the elevator. In the hallway, I caught her hand and pulled her close one more time.
"This doesn't have to be temporary," I said quietly. "You know that, right?"
She looked up at me and something flickered in her eyes before her face contorted into discouragement. "Kade—"
"Just think about it." I kissed her gently. "Please."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She stepped inside and turned to face me.
"Thank you," she said, holding up the debit card. "For everything."
"Call me when you get home safe." I felt like a doting parent and I hated that.
She nodded and the doors slid shut. I stood there watching the numbers descend until the readout said she was on the ground floor. Then I turned back toward my room sulking and heard the distinct shutter sound of a camera.
My head snapped to the left where a maid stood with her phone raised, eyes wide like she'd been caught. I was instantly furious. These people were everywhere. They thought they had the right to make my life hell and I was sick of it.
"Are you serious?" I glared at her. "That's an invasion of privacy."
She lowered the phone and hurried down the hall where she disappeared around a corner.
I stood there fuming. People took pictures of me all the time. Paparazzi, fans, random people who thought they deserved a piece of my life. I was used to it. Annoyed by it, but used to it.
But then I froze. Lainey had been standing right here with me in the hallway—in my arms. And that maid had her phone up.
Had she taken a picture of Lainey too? And if so, what would Lainey think about it? Where would they publish it and what would people say about her?
If that photo got out, everyone would know about Lainey. My parents would see it. The tabloids would run with it. She'd be labeled as my latest scandal and her life would be torn apart worse than it already had been.
And there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.
My God, when I thought things were finally going to get on track they got worse. How was this my life!