EIGHTEEN
KADEN
Everyone chanted her name as she stood on top of the table, grinding her hips against another girl.
My fists clenched at my sides, noticing every mother fucker in here eye fucking her. My exhale was sharp when I reached the table she was dancing on.
I watched the other girl’s hands roam all over Dakota’s hips, waist and ass. My jaw was tight. She better not be fucking drunk.
She stood with her back against her friend’s chest while she danced, and I didn’t like the fact that someone else was touching her. Our eyes locked and I couldn’t help the fire coursing through my veins.
Her soft eyes shimmered under the lights, her lips slightly parted and her baby hairs stuck to her forehead. I watched her chest rise and fall, sweat glistening on her exposed cleavage.
My eyes lowered to her stomach, then down to her thighs. My heart hammered when I realized that if she didn’t get off this damn table right now, her skirt would ride up too far.
I reached forward and grabbed her hand—taking her by surprise. Her lips stretched into a smile when she looked down at me.
“Let’s go,” I nodded for her to get off.
“So soon?” she giggled, continuing to dance.
“Yes, Dakota. Let’s go,” I grew agitated and she stopped, looking down at me. She blinked long and hard before taking my other hand as well.
“Oh, so this is the mystery man?” her friend grinned. “Mr. Illegal,” she added in a chuckle.
I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but honestly, I didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was to get Dakota out of here.
Carefully, I helped her off the table and pulled the hem of her skirt down, making her hiccup as she looked down at me.
When I stood to my full height, she hid an adorably shy smile behind her hands. “You’re so handsome,” she giggled, lifting both of her hands to cup my face. “Is it already twelve?” she suddenly asked, looking around the crowded dance floor.
My chest rose and fell. “Were you drinking?”
She shook her head and smiled as though she was proud of herself. “Only water.”
I spun her around, resting my hands on her hips as I guided her toward the exit.
“Bye Solace,” she swiftly turned her head, sending Solace a finger wave. Dakota winked at her, blew her a kiss and she blew one right back.
I pulled her back to my front, with my hands on her waist, to guide her through the house much easier.
We were stopped by one of the guys, looking down at Dakota with confusion. “You’re leaving already? And who is this?” he questioned, seeming irritable.
“This is my—Kaden. This is Kaden,” Dakota hiccuped. “He’s taking me home.”
“Dakota, are you sure?” he hesitated, glancing up at me. “You’ve never mentioned him before, are you sure you’re not drunk and confused?”
She was defensive. “Not drunk, my sweet Asher,” she mumbled, lifting her hands to hold his face in both of her hands but I reached forward, stopping her.
Firmly, I held her hands to her side. I was growing impatient. “Let’s get you home.”
“No wait!” she shrieked, whipping around to face me—eyes glistening in excitement. “This is my song!”
My face twisted in disgust. The song playing pained my ears, so I couldn’t understand why she liked it.
I simply shook my head. “No, it’s not.”
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lifted and tossed her onto my shoulder before heading straight for the door.
“Bye Asher!” she screamed, making me groan in frustration. She seemed too cheerful in his presence. I didn’t like it.
As soon as I helped her into the passenger seat of my car, her head rolled back against the headrest before her eyes fluttered closed.
“You’re weirdly protective for someone who claims to hate me,” she mumbled before I was able to shut the door. I don’t hate you.
I stared at her. Stared at how beautiful she was. Acknowledging the fact that every fiber of my being was drawn to her in the worst way possible. We were treading on dangerous grounds with her, but fuck if I cared.
Dakota was ours. Mine. And I’d be damned if that changed because she was Logan’s student.
She was a consenting adult. And if right here, with the three of us, is where she wanted to be, then I would have no problem going head to head with whoever the fuck I needed to, because no one was taking her from me. No one.
I ran a frustrated hand down my mouth and shut the door. Rounding the hood of my car, I slipped into the driver’s side, seeing her reach for the radio. I hadn’t noticed that she turned it up to max volume until saxophones nearly burst my eardrums. Jesus fucking Christ.
Innocently, she smiled over at me and rested her soft hand on my nape.
She cleared her throat. “Tonight, the music—“
“No,” I turned the radio off, putting the car in gear before driving off.
“Oh, come on,” she whined beside me and turned the song back on.
Suddenly she was screaming the lyrics of Careless Whisper by George Michael, serenading me as her hands cupped my face, then my shoulder and God, she was a horrible singer.
“You don’t like the song?” she yelled over the music, but I could only offer a short lived glare.
“You won’t go deaf from a three minute song, Grandpa. ”
Paying her no mind and solely focusing on not punishing her right here and now, I let my hands grip the steering wheel eerily tight.
When her hand slipped to the inside of my thigh, my confused gaze flickered to her.
“Move your hand,” I commanded, but her intoxicated state wasn’t as obedient as her sober state. I kept my eyes on the road but she was quick to slip her hand down my pants.
Her strokes were gentle at first—making my heart slam against my ribcage—and when my eyes landed on her, a dark lust grew behind her eyes.
Her heated gaze lowered to my lap, and I watched her teeth subtly sink into her bottom lip.
I didn’t miss the uncomfortable shift in her seat before her thighs squeezed together.
As soon as I stopped at a red light, she leaned forward but I gripped the nape of her neck, stopping her. “You’re drunk.”
“So?” she hiccuped, staring up at me with wide eyes—glistening in innocence. Fuck, my baby was gorgeous.
“Sit back and close your eyes.”
A protesting pout found her lips, and I didn’t miss the argument she tried to put together in her head but ultimately failed.
“Can you touch me then?” she leaned in, placing slow kisses in the crease of my neck, and my traitorous dick hardened in her palm.
She must’ve noticed, because I could feel her smiling as she stroked me faster, brushing her thumb over my leaking tip. It was as though her soft touch alone could pull a mind blowing orgasm out of me. Goddammit, Dakota.
Fighting every urge growing inside of me, I gripped her wrist and pulled her hand off of me. She moved back, knowing better.
I watched her sink back into her seat, resting her head against the headrest.
She slipped in and out of consciousness, and even though I was thankful she was almost asleep, my dick was still painfully aware that she wouldn’t be finishing what she started.
The drive back home was silent, and when I reached over to unbuckle her seat belt, she grinned up at me.
“No. You’re drunk,” I leaned back, opening the car door.
I didn’t miss her groan and when I lifted her into my arms, she pressed her face to the crease of my neck. “Tipsy,” she kissed me softly.
I carried her into the house, carefully laying her down on the couch in front of the fire. She sighed in relief, curling into a ball. I grabbed her a glass of water and she propped herself up on one elbow.
“Slowly,” I reminded her and she scowled at me, taking smaller sips.
“Thank you,” she muttered, and after I placed the half empty glass on the coffee table she tugged me closer. “Sit.”
I contemplated where this was going, but when her droopy eyes met mine I could almost smile. She’ll be out in a minute. Finding my place beside her I watched her head fall to my lap. She snuggled up against me and before I knew it I could hear the faintest snore coming from her.
Running my fingers through her hair I made peace with the fact that this was where I was sleeping tonight.
* * *
With my head thrown back against the back of the sofa and my forearm draped over my eyes, small hands gripped my waist under my shirt.
“Kaden?” Dakota’s soft voice filtered through the air and she climbed on my lap.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing down at my wrist watch as her fingers trailed down my abs. It was already six in the morning.
“What do you think?” she sighed against my lips, rolling her hips once and my hands flew to her waist.
“No.”
“Why not?” she whispered, inching closer.
My eyes shifted between both of hers, and I gave my head a slight shake. “You had been drinking—”
“I’m not drunk anymore,” she shot back, working my belt.
“Hey,” I gripped her face, forcing her to look at me. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to have sex,” she shifted back, confused by my question.
“And what’s your safe word.”
She giggled, sending my heart racing. “Bubbles,” heat flushed her cheeks with an uncontrollable smile.
“How’d you get home?”
Her hands glided to my shoulders, a devilish look playing on her lips. “You picked me up,” she pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “And you didn’t like my music in the car,” she added with another kiss. “And you didn’t want to touch me either,” another kiss.
“Fuck,” I cursed and she grinned, hastily freeing my growing erection from my pants. “Dakota—”
“Kaden,” she firmly cut me off, taking my face in her hands.
“I didn’t drink enough to still be tipsy,” her lips pressed wet kisses up my jaw before she licked my earlobe.
“I need you, Kaden,” her soft whine sent blood rushing to my already solid dick and she lifted her hips, gliding her slick pussy over my swollen head.
“Fuck, Kaden, please,” her kisses traveled to my neck and when she sucked my pulse ecstasy burned inside of me.
Gripping the base of my dick I pushed up inside of her and she moaned, stretching around me.
“So fucking tight,” my hand found her nape, pulling her lips to mine.
Heat coiled at my spine as she lifted her hips, slowing lowering them to take me deeper and fuck my precum was already leaking inside of her.
Breaking the kiss her slow movements turned into pounces and her head rolled back.
I yanked the front of her shirt down, exposing her perky breasts, nipples hard and tight for me. Fuck, she’s flawless.
My hand rested on the underside of her breast and I pushed up, latching my mouth to her as I sucked. A strangled cry left her throat and my teeth tugged at her nipple. “Kaden,” she whimpered, her plump lips parting.
My wet tongue traced up the valley of her breasts to the crook of her neck and she writhed underneath me.
When my teeth nipped her earlobe her tight little pussy squeezed around my dick and I ached for a release. “Keep going,” I breathed, kissing her ear. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” I pulled back, meeting those caramel eyes that weakened me.
“Yeah?” her hand shot up, cupping and squeezing her breast.
“So fucking perfect,” I let my hand glide up her chest, soaked with sweat and my saliva.
Curling my fingers around her throat I glanced down, and when my eyes caught the recoil of her thighs as she bounced her sweet little cunt on me I fucking exploded. Balls tight and heavy, strings of my come filled her up and she moaned so loud her voice cracked.
Smashing my lips to hers I swallowed each and every whimper I could pull out of her. Her kiss was greedy as my fingers teased her swollen clit.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” I breathed against her lips and her brows pinched together in blissful pleasure. “Let me feel your pussy flutter around me when you come.”
Without wasting another second her hips bucked and she soaked my dick in her come, panting in ecstasy.
Her forehead fell to my shoulder as she collapsed in my arms with a heaving chest.
Pressing my nose to the side of her head I inhaled, letting the scent of her pheromones settle deep in my core. I wrapped one arm around the low of her back and my free hand held her nape.
“I want to sleep right here in your arms,” she whispered, turning her head to snuggle her face in my neck.