Her orgasm hit her hard, her pussy spasming in rhythmic contractions that milked me. Juices coated my thighs as she trembled, her walls pulsing around my length in wave after wave. She whimpered and arched her back, breasts thrusting forward as she rode through it, grinding down to prolong the sensation.
The tight, wet heat of her climax pushed me over the edge. I groaned loudly, my hands gripping her hips as I surged up one last time, burying myself deep. Hot spurts of cum erupted from me, filling her up in thick pulses that seemed to go on forever. Each throb sent pleasure ripping through my body, my vision blurring at the edges as I emptied into her. She kept moving, drawing out every drop, her pussy clenching to take it all.
We collapsed together, her body draping over mine, both of us panting. I held her close, stroking her back as the aftershocks faded, our hearts pounding in unison. Her body draped across my chest while I held her and tried to catch my breath. Her hair spilled over my shoulder and I could feel the rapid thrum of her heart against my skin. This wasn't how I'd expected the conversation to go when I'd shown up at her door, but I wasn't complaining.
I ran my hand down her spine and felt her shiver. "Are you on the pill or something?" I wanted to believe it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, but Gavin's words and my father’s accusations made me feel a little insecure at times.
She went rigid against me. "Something like that," she mumbled, though she didn't sit up and look at me.
The answer was vague enough to make me uneasy, but I didn't push. She was already tense, and I could hear the occasional sniffle that told me she was still recovering from crying earlier. I'd seen her break down over the bakery and the fundraiser, and now we'd just complicated things even more by sleeping together again.
She stayed cuddled up next to me while my mind dived back into the chasm of stress that my parents had me under. Price said they were secretly moving to cut me off entirely so that if Lainey came after my money she wouldn't be able to touch theirs. But it felt wrong of them to do that, and it felt wrong of me to leave her in the position she was in.
"I need to talk to you about something," I said.
She lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were still red from crying. "About what?"
"The annulment." I watched her face carefully as disappointment flashed across it briefly. "I came here because I need it. My parents have been breathing down my neck about it for weeks and I can't put it off anymore."
She pulled away from me and climbed off the couch in a movement that was too quick, too defensive. We had just really connected, or I thought we had, and I never meant to offend her. "Then let's get it done."
"Wait, that's not all I wanted to say." I sat up and reached for her, but she was already grabbing her clothes from the floor. "Lainey, hold on."
She pulled her shirt over her head and turned away from me to find her underwear. "What else is there to say? You want the annulment and so do I. We can get it handled and move on."
I stood up and grabbed my jeans, pulling them on while I tried to figure out how to say this without making it worse. She seemed hurt and I hated that the inevitability of this whole thing was hurting her. But she just got out of a pretty serious relationship; I knew she needed time to think about things. She didn't want to jump right into something with me.
Besides my parents would crucify me, and so would the press, but that hardly crossed my mind. The more hasty she got the more frantic I felt. I wanted to stop her spiraling and help her, and I wanted to preserve whatever link I had with her.
So I blurted out, "There's nothing that says I can't do a little PR work, while I help you out too."
She froze with her leggings halfway up her thighs. "What are you talking about?" Her body seemed statuesque and rigid, and I wondered if I'd said the wrong thing. It sounded so selfish, even to me.
"I'm talking about giving you the money Brandon took away." I zipped my jeans and moved closer to her. "Let me help you with the bakery and the fundraiser."
She yanked her leggings up the rest of the way and spun to face me. "Are you serious right now?"
"Completely serious."
"I don't want your money, Kade." Her voice was sharp and her hands were shaking as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want anything from you except that annulment."
I could see the panic in her eyes and I realized how badly I'd misread the moment. She thought I was trying to buy her off or fix her problems because I felt sorry for her. "That's not what this is." I shook my head, and backed away, now frustrated. "I'm not trying to pay you off so you'll keep your mouth shut. Lainey, that's a Dad move, and I'm not my father."
"Then what is it?" She backed toward the door and deep lines formed on her forehead. "You show up here, we sleep together again, and now you want to throw money at me? What am I supposed to think?" Her arms flailed as she gestured while talking.
"You're supposed to think that I feel responsible for what happened with Brandon." I stepped toward her, but she held up a hand to stop me. "I'm the one who confronted him in that parking lot. I'm the one who made him pull his funding. This is my fault."
"It's not your fault." She shook her head and her voice broke. "Brandon made his own choices." Now her bottom lip was quivering, and she looked on the verge of tears again.
"Maybe, but I pushed him into making that particular choice faster. I wasn't exactly nice about it." I ran a hand through my hair and tried to figure out how to make her understand. "Let me fix this."
"I don't need you to fix anything."
"Yes, you do," I snapped, and I watched her flinch. "You need help, Lainey. You can't afford the ingredients for the fundraiser and your bakery's going under. Let me give you the money to keep it afloat." Part of me hated that I knew her financial state before coming here. Price would've done that research even if Ihadn't asked him, for my father's sake, but knowing what I knew meant a personal obligation to fix what I broke.
She stared at me for a long moment and I could see the war happening behind her eyes. Part of her wanted to accept, but the other part was too proud to take anything from me. "People will call me all sorts of things if they find out."
"They won't find out." I moved closer and this time she didn't back away. "We can keep the marriage a complete secret. This doesn't have to have anything to do with the annulment and we can still move forward with that."
