Page 15 of Bonding with the Beta (Fated Souls #2)

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KAYLEIGH

“ O h, my.” Ava chuckles as she points to a photo of us when we were barely teenagers. “What were we thinking with the neon pink legwarmers?”

I grin. “We were fashionable as hell, Ava. Don’t forget it.”

She snorts. “Honestly, that outfit should be a crime.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty tragic.”

“Thanks for bringing these over.” She smiles as her eyes wander the pages of a scrapbook we made in school. “It’s nice to see these again.”

I rest my chin on my fist. “We had fun times.”

The sound of knocking on the doorway to the living room pulls me away from the coffee table. I glance over at Kayden as he leans on the door and holds out my keys.

I stand from the sofa and walk towards him. “So…what’s the verdict?”

“Yeah, you can’t drive this thing, Kayleigh. I think the brakes are fucked, and there is no way you’re driving back to university with broken brakes.”

“But—”

“Don’t even try it.” He shakes his head. “We’ll get your car in the garage first thing, but you’re not driving this home today.”

I slump. Of course, I don’t want to drive if it’s broken. I don’t want to put anyone at risk as much as myself. I’ve got class to attend, and because I’m committed to doing better this term, I can’t miss it.

“Okay, fine,” I huff. “Thank you.”

Kayden nods once before leaving the room and placing my keys down on the side. I walk back towards Ava and perch beside her as her eyes burn lasers into the side of my head.

“What’s going on between you guys?”

“Nothing,” I say. “We’re just being friendly.”

Ava’s brows hit her hairline. “Friendly, huh? Looks and sounds like it.”

My eyes roll. “What do you mean?”

“I saw you guys when you came in,” she says softly. “I can tell that there is clearly some mutual attraction there.”

“So?”

“I just—” She pauses. “I just want you to be happy.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Trying to be, Ava.”

Her lips twist downwards, but she attempts to cover it up with a smile. “Well, you have me, Jaxon, and the baby when she comes.”

“I know.” I nudge her side. “I’m very excited to meet her.”

Ava smiles and rolls a hand around her stomach. “Tell me about it.”

“Do you want to see the yearbook?”

“Absolutely.”

Ava goes up to bed fairly early, and I thank her for letting me stay over. She says I’m welcome to anything in the kitchen, so I help myself to a glass of wine in an attempt to de-stress.

I close myself off in the living room and turn on The Notebook, which I’ve seen a thousand times before—anything to give me comfort. I sip on my wine a little too quickly until I tip the glass back, and it’s empty.

I analyse the droplet inside, and I sigh.

Time for another.

As I enter the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks when I see Kayden shirtless, his hand on the open fridge door. I assume he just finished a workout because sweat trickles down his back.

My stomach flutters as the muscles in his back contract as he straightens and shuts the fridge door. He turns to face me but doesn’t seem phased by my appearance. It’s as if he knew I was here all along.

“Don’t have to make it so obvious, blondie.” He smirks.

This time, he flashes his tight abs and carved biceps, making me shudder. I blink at him, tightening my grip around the wine glass before I drop it. “Make what obvious?” I say with liquid courage.

“That you like what you see.”

I shoot him a look and walk towards the fridge, opening the door. “You wish.”

He watches me out of the corner of his eye as I peek inside the fridge and grab the bottle of open wine. My body heats up as his eyes roam my borrowed pyjamas from Ava, which consists of tiny blue silk shorts and a matching camisole.

I pour half a glass before I glance over my shoulder at Kayden; his dark hair is a mess from whatever he was doing at this time of night. I try my hardest to keep my eyes above his collarbones, but it’s proving difficult.

After placing the wine bottle back, I close the fridge and rotate my body towards him. “Thanks again for my car.”

“I know. You’ve already said.”

“I’m bad with cars. I choose to ignore everything,” I murmur before covering my lips with the glass.

Kayden’s brows raise to his hairline. “I can tell. Next time, go straight to the garage—don’t wait. It could be serious, Kayleigh.”

I gulp, my mouth suddenly dry. “Okay.”

I take a step towards the opposite counter, putting some well-needed distance between us. The wine slips down my throat, this time a larger sip to stop myself from glancing over at him like some feral cat.

The concern for my car and my safety made butterflies erupt in my stomach. And then the way his voice deepened when I said I’d drive back to campus and he wasn’t having any of it…shamefully, it made my core clench.

I suck in a breath and turn around to face him again; he now has an apple in hand and takes a bite. The sound of it crunching echoes around the kitchen, along with my thrumming heart.

The sight is exquisite. You’d think I’ve never seen a man eat an apple before.

I don’t even realise I start to bite my lip as my eyes move towards his glistening chest and mouth-watering abs. I don’t hide it. I don’t want to.

Something inside me hums—even if it feels wrong.

“Don’t look at me like that.” His gravelly voice has my gaze snapping to his eyes.

“Like what?” I say casually.

“Like you want me to fuck you.”

If I had wine in my mouth, I’d be choking. Maybe I am obvious after all.

My cheeks scorch from the blush invading my face. I don’t look away from him. His dark brown eyes lock onto mine as he takes a staggered breath, and I subtly roll back my shoulders, taking one step towards him.

“Maybe I do,” I say softly but with every ounce of confidence in my body.

Kayden’s eyes darken, and I clench my thighs together at the thought of him taking me over the kitchen counter. Goddammit. I’m far too horny for my own good. Wine and Kayden combination? It’s dangerous for everyone involved.

When he says nothing, I lower my eyes and turn away. “Forget it,” I whisper. “Forget I said anything at all.”

As I step around him to walk back to the living room, the front of my body is slammed against the kitchen island with force. Kayden’s lips rest along the curve of my ear as I breathe heavily, his hands trailing down the curve of my body before stopping at my ass and gripping the skin.

I bite down on my lip as he leaves a trail of fire across my skin. His body engulfs mine, and my head spins with the unlimited possibilities of what’s about to happen.

He tugs down my silk shorts with one hand and dips his fingers between my thighs. To his surprise, I’m not wearing any underwear, and he groans into my neck, vibrating my entire spine. He drags his finger through my slit, and I whimper.

“This what you want?” he asks deeply and I nod, pushing back onto his fingers for more friction.

Instead of feeling his fingers against my clit, he grabs the back of my hair and pushes my head down on the counter. I groan, and my pussy tenses at his dominance. He rolls the tips of his fingers against the hood of my clit, teasing me until my eyes fall into the back of my head.

“Holy fuck,” I curse.

My clit throbs uncontrollably, desperate for attention, but he’s playing with me.

I pant out a long breath. “Kayden,” I rasp.

He removes his hand, and I cry in protest. He tugs me to stand straight and rolls his fingers around my lips. “Open,” he demands.

I part my lips and allow his two digits to slip inside my mouth.

“Suck.”

My lips close around him, and I suck my wetness off his fingers as his chest grazes my back, breathing as heavily as I am. “Mmm,” he grumbles. “Look at you. Taste good, blondie? You’re making me fucking jealous. I think it’s my turn.”

He rips his fingers from my mouth before turning me around in his hold and hoisting me up onto the counter. I barely have time to blink as he lays me down and spreads my legs wide, baring my pussy to him.

Kayden’s eyes look down at the wetness glistening between my thighs, and he runs a hand down his face, taking a moment to analyse me. My cheeks burn painfully as he stands there with dilated eyes.

“Kayden,” I whisper with anticipation.

His eyes flick to mine, and his mouth sweeps to the side with a smug smile.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this,” he grunts before lowering his mouth down to my core and latching his tongue around my clit.

My fingers automatically lace through his hair, and I moan loudly with blissful pleasure. His mouth is warm, and his tongue strokes are generous, long, and everything that is right with the world.

“Fuck,” I shudder as he pins my legs down with his hands.

Kayden groans into my core, sending waves of pure ecstasy up my spine.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I begin to tremble, my legs desperate to move, but with his punishing grip, I’m not going anywhere. He rolls my clit in perfect circles, edging me to a climax so easily.

My breathing dips, and I move my other hand to grip the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white. I peek my eyes down at him between my legs as he eats me on the kitchen counter.

Fuck. I don’t even care if someone walks in.

All I want is for him to send me to the stars.

He pulls away for a brief moment to murmur, “I could fucking do this all day.”

My eyes close in relief, and I throw my head back, staring up at the ceiling as I’m laid bare for him. I tug down the cami of my top and allow my fingers to run around the edge of my nipple before squeezing it.

Kayden’s tongue slips down, giving my clit some time to breathe before I fall over the cliff too early. It’s as if he knows my body better than I do. How? At this moment in time, I really don’t care.

“Please don’t stop,” I murmur pathetically.

“I’ve got you, blondie.”

His tongue returns to my clit, and he licks and sucks with firm pressure until my hips buckle and I tighten my fingers in his hair. I cry out as my whole body tingles. My orgasm ripples through me like a tidal wave, forcing my shaking legs to turn numb.

Kayden doesn’t slow down; he sends my mind into another dimension.

I arch my back into the marble counter and shudder in pleasure.

After a few moments, he removes his mouth from my dripping pussy and straightens his spine, glancing down at me on the counter. I shut my weak legs and close my eyes. “Holy fuck,” I gasp for a breath.

He takes my waist in his hands and pulls me back down onto the floor, my knees almost giving out as he turns me around and smacks my ass. I jolt forward, gripping onto the island again.

“I want you to stay here like this until I get back. Okay?”

I bite my lip with a nod. “Yeah.”

Kayden leaves seconds later, and I stare ahead at the wall, attempting to take shallow breaths. I wait impatiently until I hear footsteps and see him come back with a foil packet in his hands.

I exhale through my nose as he stands behind me, a hand roaming my bare ass, and the other swiping my hair over my shoulder. “You still want this?” he asks, his voice low.

“Yes.” I run my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Good.”

He rips open the condom packet before shoving down his loose gym shorts. I stare back at his cock as it springs free. I tighten at the sight of it. His hand gives it a quick stroke, and I whimper, the thickness making my thighs clench again. Pre-cum beads at the tip before he rolls on the condom with ease.

Kayden moves closer and grips my thigh, lifting it to give himself better access. He places the most delicate kiss on my shoulder blade, a gesture that sends my mind wild.

He places his cock at my entrance, and I grip onto the counter for leverage. He slowly pushes into me, and I cry out at the sensation that hits me. I said I wasn’t going to do this, but I don’t have a single logical thought right now. All I know is I want to be fucked until I can’t breathe.

A low curse falls from his lips as he thrusts slowly before pulling out and softly gliding himself back into me. I glance at him over my shoulder, and our eyes meet in a haze of lust.

He picks up his pace, our skin slapping against each other as his hand grips my waist. He releases a groan at the same time I gasp when he pushes all the way into me with a purposeful thrust.

“Oh my God,” I murmur as my pussy throbs around him.

My arousal drips down the inside of my thigh as he fucks me with determination, and I throw my head back with desire. He fills me with his cock until I am gasping for air, and tears well in my eyes at the pressure on my G-spot.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you. Look. At. You.”

I moan at his words that are met with sharp thrusts.

He brings his lips to my ear again, and I whimper as he takes a fist full of my hair, tugging me until my back is arched. His pace is rhythmic and earth-shattering.

“Kayden,” I moan breathlessly.

“Ahhh, fuck,” he grunts.

His grip tightens on my hair, but not enough to hurt. He tugs me back onto his thrusts, my ass bouncing against his pelvis with every stroke. I cry out.

My legs begin to tingle until my moans and the sound of his low groans mix together and fill the kitchen. He doesn’t hold back; he gives me everything he’s got until I am a blubbering mess.

“Fuck,” he rasps in my ear. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

My entire body begins to shake violently. Kayden’s lips find the back of my neck, and I bite my lip to stop the embarrassing howl of pleasure erupting. His fingers find my clit as he continues to hold up my thigh to fuck me deeper.

His hands tighten on me, and I almost burst when he pinches my clit between his thumb and finger. “Kayden!”

“Shhh, don’t let the whole household know what we’re up to,” he says as he bites my earlobe and claps a hand over my mouth.

My eyes disappear into the back of my head as I start coming again. “Fuck,” I murmur into his palm as my climax bursts through me and explodes like a thousand fireworks. “Don’t stop.”

Kayden fucks me harder as I ride out my orgasm on his cock.

Everything turns to mush.

I am nothing but a mess.

A few moments later, he soon follows, grunting and clutching my hair as he fucks me until he reaches his peak. I smile lazily at the way he uses my body. It gives me a sick thrill that has my pussy begging for more.

He holds me close as he finally begins to slow down, leaving two kisses on my skin. My whole body falls limp as he releases my leg, and I press my toes to the floor, not trusting the stability of them.

Kayden pulls out of me, and I slump against the counter when I hear him discard the used condom. I bend down to pull up my shorts despite my trembling legs.

“Are you okay?” he whispers from behind me.

I swallow and flash him a quick smile over my shoulder and nod. “Yeah, you?”

Kayden’s chest rises and falls quickly, and I cannot find it in me to look at him. Fuck. I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I told myself I was going to focus on being single.

Why am I so weak?

Because you crave attention.

“I should probably go to bed.” I throw my thumb over my shoulder pathetically.

“Woah, wait,” he says before I can attempt to leave. “Did I do something wrong?”

I frown and shake my head. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just think…” I trail off. “I don’t think that was appropriate. I’m sorry.”

Kayden flinches and stares at me confusedly. “You’re sorry?”

“I shouldn’t have come onto you like that.” I clutch my arms to my chest.

“I’m pretty sure I was the one coming onto you.”

I remain silent.

“Do you regret it?” he asks.

My mouth opens, but I pause. I don’t regret those orgasms or being with him, but I regret not sticking to my word—to not fall into unhealthy relationships with sex and men when I should be focusing on myself.

“No,” I whisper.

A look of relief covers his face.

“This is going to change things between us,” I blurt.

Kayden laughs quietly. “No, it’s not.”

“We’re meant to be friends.”

“Friends can fuck.”

I close my eyes at his brash words. “Yeah, well…maybe not like this.”

“Sleep on whatever you’re feeling,” he says softly. “We’re still sorting your car out tomorrow. I know you want to make it to your class in the afternoon. I’ll drop you back so you can make it.”

My heart flutters in my chest. As much as I want to fight, I don’t. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“I know.”

When I turn and walk up the stairs to my spare bedroom, I lay on my bed and look up at the ceiling with a huff. I cover my face with my hands and groan softly.

Despite everything, I wouldn’t take it back if I could—especially when I’m already dying to do it again.