He grinned and flipped us so I was on my back, hooking my legs over his arms and driving in deep again. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," I gasped. "Better than anything—God, keep going." I was a mess, a blubbering, begging, soggy mess, and he was owning my body in every way.
"Jesus H. Christ, woman, you feel incredible." Kade thrust harder, and drove into me deeper until I whimpered and clawed at his shoulders. But it was when our eyes met that he lost it. “Nope... not gonna make it," he muttered in a gravelly voice, before I felt his dick pulsing and the heat flooding me.
His thrusting became suddenly too slick as his explosion coated his dick and dribbled out of me. He bent down to kiss me, relinquishing his hold on my legs so I could stretch out. A fleeting moment of panic passed through my mind until his hand cupped my breast again and began kneading it.
"I can't believe how phenomenal your body is, Lainey." Kade's praise melted me. I forgot my own name for a moment, and kissed him back. Each slow deep thrust felt more and more gentle until he slid out of me and pulled back, dropping to the mattress next to me.
I lay there in absolute bliss with my eyes shut, not wanting to feel anything except for the tug of relaxation, the swirl of alcohol, and the tingling of a post-sex high. I’d just had revenge sex with Kade Kingston. Mandy was going to totally flip out.
The bed jostled, which I assumed was just Kade getting up, but I didn't move, not even when I coughed a little and felt more of his cum drip out of me. When it moved again, Kade had returned and I opened my eyes.
"Drink?" he asked, but I paused for a moment to think. I was already pretty drunk, but I knew if I stopped the buzz now, I'd just pass out or fall asleep, which I didn't want.
"Sure." I sat up, taking the bottle from him and sipping it. The giddy grin on my face must've looked stupid, but for a once in a lifetime one night stand, I didn't even care.
"So?" he said, taking the bottle from me after only a tiny sip.
"So..." I breathed, "I don’t know how you learned to do that, and I don't want to know, but oh my effing God, you are so good at that." I collapsed back onto the bed and grinned at the ceiling as I stretched out.
"I meant... do you feel like the crazy girl now?"
Kade's question lingered in my mind as he scooted closer, propping himself on one elbow as he draped a leg over one of mine. When I looked up at him I remembered why I was in his bed and not in a hotel room across town with my new husband. My heart instantly felt the weight of a billion sins.
"I do," I said softly, but my spirit crumpled.
"He's a douche, Lainey. No man should ever commit himself to a woman and then sleep with a different one. I'm a frickin loserand I know that." Kade tilted the bottle up and drank deep from it, but I swiped it from him and sat up, taking a few long swigs. Nothing in life could prepare me for the amount of heartbreak I felt right then.
I sat hunched on the side of the bed with my feet dangling and felt Kade scoot closer yet. He slipped the bottle out of my hand and set it on the nightstand, then kissed the back of my shoulder.
"I didn't want to marry him," I confessed quietly. Before he could say anything, I kept going. "I just didn't know how to stop it. I was feeling nervous for months. The closer the wedding got the more I felt trapped. We had spent so much money and he was so happy. But I never lived life yet, and now what?"
He sat silently for a moment and wrapped an arm around me, placing soft kisses on my back and side. "So you don't know how to stand up to him?"
"It's not like he's forcing me," I corrected, not wanting him to think Brandon was a bad guy. We just weren't happy. Either of us. It was why he cheated; I was sure of it.
"But you don't know how to advocate for yourself," he said, adjusting the way he phrased things. I was shocked that a man as rich and foolish as Kade Kingston knew the meaning of the word, but I didn't comment and he continued. "Then marry someone else."
I started laughing so hard I snorted, and he pulled me back down on the bed, tackling me and hovering over me with his arm draped over my belly.
"I mean it. If you can't come up with some way to tell him you don't want to get married, then just marry someone else. You can always divorce or annul, and old Brando gets the point.” Itstung when he used Brandon's nickname, making me wince, but I was drunk, and Kade had a point.
I wasn't able to stand up for myself. Not to my parents, not to Mandy, and certainly not to Brandon or Murial. I lay there staring at him, wondering what on earth I was doing in this room. I wasn't the type of girl to solve my problems by making rash decisions. Why was I here?
When Kade pulled away and walked toward the kitchenette, I turned to my side and watched him. His body was solid muscle, bronzed skin, perfect contours, and a few tattoos, but one hundred percent man. Not the body of a twenty-two-year-old football player. And Kade had charm and pizazz, while Brandon had Ivy League friends and a ten-year plan.
When Brandon insisted on UNLV, I caved. My choice was UCLA and I stayed here. When I wanted my bakery in Vegas, Brandon insisted Boulder City was better. I was furious, but it was his money. I had no capital. I caved. When he picked the Bellagio for our wedding, I threw a fit and cried, but he still got his way, not the quiet church ceremony with only close family I wanted.
I knew for a fact when I went back to Boulder City and faced the music that Brandon was going to get his way again. He'd lie to me, tell me some story about being drunk and the sex with that stripper meaning nothing, and I would fold like a cheap suit because that was what I did. It was what my parents expected; it was what Mandy expected. It was what my life was, because I had no backbone. I was a squid—squishy and moldable and easily controlled.
"I'll do it," I blurted out, jumping off the bed. My rash, drunk mind wasn't taking no for an answer, either.
Kade was standing at the mini-fridge sorting through bottles of liquor, and straightened when I ran over to him.
"Do what?" he asked, cracking open a shot of Fireball and downing the whole thing.
"I'll marry you." Whatever had gotten into me had taken control. I was a wild woman on a crash course for disaster, but I wasn't looking back.
