Page 22 of Bonding with the Beta (Fated Souls #2)

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KAYLEIGH

O ur laughter fills the car park as we stroll towards Kayden’s car. He catches his breath as he clutches my phone in his hands, his eyes crinkling at the sides from his heavy laughter. “I can’t believe that’s what you used to look like.”

“Hey,” I scold, attempting to hide my own smile. Damn my body for betraying me. “I didn’t look that bad.”

His chuckle echoes around me as he hands me back my phone. “I’m sorry. The gothic phase got me. I had no idea you had that inside you, blondie. You’re full of surprises.”

“I had an identity crisis, okay?” I snatch back my phone. “And besides, it was the cool thing to do at that time. I was experimenting with my style.”

“If you say so,” Kayden snorts.

As we reach his car, he opens the door for me, and I thank him. After drinking most of the red wine because he’s driving, my footsteps have been a little wobbly since standing up.

“It’s your turn now,” I say as Kayden climbs in the driver's seat.

He huffs out a breath. “I don’t think so.”

“What?” I slam my hand down on the seat. “No. Not after what I just showed you. Come on. Be a team player and not let me drown in this embarrassment.”

Kayden groans and removes his phone from his pocket before scrolling through his photos. I grin, the waves of alcohol taking over the fluidity of my body.

I hear him snort before he holds his phone to his chest, and I gape.

“Show me right now.”

Kayden clears his throat and adjusts in the seat, slowly turning to face me before forcing a smile. “I’m going to show you this for approximately three seconds.”

“I’m ready.” I beam with excitement.

He turns the phone around, and my eyes almost evaporate at the photo. I try to suppress my laugh, but I can’t. It barks out of me like I have no self-control.

I push myself forward, snatching the phone from his hands to get a better look at whatever ‘bad-boy’ phase he was going through with his buzzcut, eyebrow slit, and ear piercing.

“I’ve got to send myself this,” I mumble in disbelief.

“No,” he says, reaching for his phone, but I raise it to the ceiling of the car, out of his reach. “This wasn’t part of the deal, Kayleigh.”

My fingers attempt to work quickly against the screen, but it’s no use. Kayden’s large arm wraps around my midriff to tug me onto his lap with ease.

“Kayleigh.” I hear his voice in my ear when he settles me down onto his legs.

A yelp escapes me as I attempt to fight his grip with a laugh.

“Give me my phone,” he rasps, and I shudder at the way his breath tickles my neck.

I instantly shake my head, somewhat enjoying being in a close embrace. His hand manages to grab mine, and his other hand finds my ribs, gently pinching at the skin, and I howl.

My body jolts. There is nothing I hate more than being tickled. It’s what I believe hell would be like.

His fingers dig into my skin as I begin to laugh in pain. “Stop, stop, stop,” I chant as I wriggle on his lap and whimper when I feel his crotch beneath my ass.

I attempt to hold my hands up in defence, but my body caves to his fingers as they ride up my ribs. “Okay, okay,” I cry. “Have it back.”

Kayden removes his fingers and takes his phone back until I catch my breath and settle back into his lap. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and a shiver runs down my spine.

His lips press to the skin behind my earlobe, and I close my eyes at the gentle sensation. I relax into his grip, the feel of his arms closing around me tighter.

“We should head back,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “We should.”

Before I hop off his lap and return to my seat, I purposely grind down on his crotch. The material of this dress is thin, and I can feel everything between us. By the sound of his low groan, he can, too.

I bite my lip and turn to face him when I sit back in the passenger seat. His eyes are darker, and his head shakes once, releasing a staggered breath.

Yep, that red wine has definitely gone to my head.

Kayden pulls away and drives back to campus with the radio on low.

After seeing a glimpse of the extortionate bill at the restaurant, I offered to pay as much as I had, but Kayden silenced me with a stare that made my legs clench together.

The food was delicious and exquisite. The price says it all.

As we drive down a long, dark country lane, I twist my head and watch Kayden out of the corner of my eye. He’s got one hand rested on the steering wheel, and his elbow is lodged onto the edge of the window.

My heart thumps when I look at him. The man has an exceptional side profile, and I bet he doesn’t even know. My eyes study the curve of his jaw and the way his plump lips curl at the edges to flash off the tiny dimples in his cheeks.

I inhale a low breath, my head spinning.

The drive back to campus is still over twenty minutes.

But I don’t want to wait.

My hand glides across his thigh gently, the fabric of his trousers smooth against my skin. He jumps at the contact before his eyes find mine, his fingers latching onto the steering wheel with an iron grip.

“Kayleigh,” he warns me in a low tone that only excites me further.

He turns his attention back to the road, but my hand moves higher and higher towards his crotch. He visibly stiffens, and I bite down on my lip to hide my smile.

I brush my fingers over his growing dick. I release a sigh to find him hard. My palm rolls over him, and I watch his facial expressions. His mouth parts, and his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

“I’m driving, Kayleigh,” he grunts and glances at me once more with those midnight eyes. “Don’t make me pull over.”

I hum softly into his ear as I brush his cock again. “Maybe that’s the plan.”

Kayden groans and pulls over on the side of the deserted road. He unbuckles his seatbelt ferociously and grabs my face between his fingers, tugging me towards him. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“Yeah.” I nod eagerly.

He moves an inch closer, and I freeze when our lips almost touch. I hold his gaze for a long moment before smiling. “Get in the back,” I say as I begin to undo his shirt buttons one by one. “I want to thank you for tonight.”

Kayden’s eyes turn molten at my confident words. I remove my seatbelt as he climbs into the back of his Jeep, sitting in the middle with his thick thighs spread and his shirt half undone.

I slide between the seats after him, straddling his lap as I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my fingers down the back of his head. My hips grind a little on his erection resting against my core.

My hands explore his toned chest and stomach, pushing the fabric down his broad shoulders. I dip my head and press my lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make him lose his breath.

Kayden’s hands glide down the back of my dress and grip my ass as I grind onto him again. “Fuck,” he bites out when I move my hands down to his belt and begin to undo his trousers.

“I haven’t even started yet.” I laugh into his skin. “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down when you’re on top of me, Kayleigh.”

I slip my hand into his boxers and grip his throbbing cock. He groans when I stroke it, peppering light kisses to his jaw as I work him with my palm. His precum leaks over my hands, but it only makes me desperate for more.

One of his hands grasps the back of my head, his fingers twisting into my hair. I grip him harder and pump faster as I smear my thumb over his head, his stomach jolting when I hit his sensitive spot.

Our eyes meet amongst the lust and desire.

“You like that?” I nip at his cheek.

His expression is full of admiration as his lips remain parted, not ashamed to show me how much he’s enjoying this. I flick my finger over his tip again, and his eyes clamp shut. “Ugh, fuck.”

“I asked you a question,” I mumble into the crook of his jaw.

Kayden moves my face parallel to his, eyes wild and skin flushed. His gaze flicks down to my lips and back again, but he doesn’t kiss me. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I can’t?—”

His arm wraps around my waist, and he pins me to the back seat, towering over me as he worms his way between my legs. My skin slaps against the leather seats, and I watch his chest as it heaves rapidly. His hands don’t waste time reaching under my hips and tugging my dress off in one swift motion.

A sexually frustrated sigh leaves his mouth as he looks down at my naked body. “You didn’t wear underwear tonight?” he asks, voice barely recognisable.

I bite my lip. “Guess I didn’t.”

Kayden shakes his head at me like he’s about to lose his mind. My heart pounds against my ribcage as he devours me with those dark eyes—only wishing to know what he was thinking instead.

He leans down to kiss my stomach and up my sternum. I look up at the ceiling of his car and ball my hands into his hair. His bottom lip teases my breasts, rolling them around my nipples that are aching to be touched.

“You have no idea how much I have been dying to get you out of that dress,” he groans before grazing his teeth against my nipple, and I gasp. “How much I’ve wanted to have you like this all night.”

My throat hitches, and I close my eyes in satisfaction before throwing my head back to the seat. “Then fuck me,” I moan. “Please, fuck me.”

“Goddammit, Kayleigh,” he growls before he fists his cock and parts my legs before pausing. “I don’t have a condom.”

“My bag,” I cry out, my pussy throbbing in desperation to have him inside me. “I have one in my bag.”

Kayden lunges forward, not wasting a second, before he grabs my bag from the passenger seat and rummages until he finds the foil packet. He rips it open, rolls the condom onto his cock, and grabs my leg, hoisting it up and over his shoulder with ease before sliding in.

One thrust, and we both moan. My eyes roll into the back of my head when he pins my other leg down and moves at a pace that has me stretching to his impressive size. But shit, I need more.

“Fuck,” he groans aloud. “You feel like heaven.”

Kayden tilts my hips back a little and moves his hips forward, fucking me deep and slow until I’m a blubbering mess. I press my fingers to his abs, and the other grips onto his bicep as my breasts jiggle with each thrust.

His hand grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his as he fucks me until I’m quivering beneath him with pleasure. “Kayden,” I whimper. “Oh, fuck.”

When he tilts his head, our lips graze, and he smiles devilishly. His eyes dip down to my naked body before him, seeing the way he has me completely at his mercy.

My eyes water when he hits the perfect spot every time. I claw at his arm as I feel myself begin to build, the throbbing increasing with every movement of his hips and the way he sounds when he pushes in and out of me. I can’t get enough.

I bump my head against the door, and Kayden leans over to place his hand between the top of my skull and the door handle. His rhythmic thrusts don’t slow down for a second as he keeps his eyes trained on me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and my lips tremble.

Kayden drops his other hand down to my pussy, using his thumb to massage my clit with slow, firm circles. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head at that lethal combo.

I whine out his name once more, panting as my orgasm rockets through my entire body until I’m a shivering mess.

“Fuck.” His nostrils flare as I shatter into a million pieces. “That’s my girl. Come all over my cock.”

I didn’t know orgasms could heighten whilst it’s already taking place, but I scream out when it goes on and on until my toes curl, and I cry when stars start flying before my eyes. Hearing him call me his girl only made me come harder, especially when he pinched my clit.

My legs shake violently as Kayden’s grip on my knee tightens to steady me.

He doesn’t slow down. He keeps going as sweat covers my forehead, and my core throbs as he continues to fuck me with purpose and determination.

“You are fucking something,” he says huskily, resting his lips against mine.

Then he pounds into me, his head buried into my neck. My fingernails claw at his back as he grunts in response. He releases a loud groan that almost makes me come for a second time.

He thrusts and thrusts until his stomach muscles contract, and he begins to slow down. He leans up and clasps the side of my face, both of us panting for air. “Oh my God.” I tremble as he stares down at me.

“Are you okay?”

I hum. “I’m perfect.”

Kayden slowly pulls out of me and leans over to grab tissues from the side of his door, wrapping up the condom. I don’t take my eyes off him, feeling completely high on life.

He turns his head towards the back window, blue lights beginning to splatter across his face in an abstract manner.

“Fuck,” he curses before grabbing my dress and attempting to pull it over me as quickly as possible.

“What?” I ask in panic.

I sit up and pull the dress down as he rushes to put his cock back in his pants and do up the buttons of his shirt. My heart pounds in my throat as we both work to get dressed.

“Police,” he grumbles as he bites down on his jaw.

Oh, fuck.