"Well that's a buzz kill," Laz said, pushing Brittany away from him and pulling up his pants as she sat on the ground, fighting back tears.
"I said... I would.... You bastard...." Laz reached down and pulled her up to her feet. Although it took a bit of effort, she finally stood and he sorted out her dress for her before seating her next to himself on the love seat and pulling her head onto his lap. While she fought it at first, her struggles quickly ceased as Laz stroked her hair and she buried her head into his waist.
Laz had never intended to take advantage of her and things went way farther than he had anticipated, so even though this wasn't his normal way to act, somehow it felt right to him. After the time he had spent with his wives, his view on women had matured and despite the lust he normally felt still being present, there was something deeper there as well.
