Page 179 of Defiant Beta

“We’re in the back of a moving car.” His eyes burn. “And we are not alone.”

“No, we’re not.” Vincent is driving the car, and Levi is watching us. His attention sparks a prickle of awareness that I feel heat the left side of my face. Xavier’s husky tone suggests he’s as turned on by this as I am.

Xavier mutters, “Fuck it.” He cups the back of my head and yanks me toward him, mouth slanting over mine in a kiss that isn’t just hungry, it’s ferocious.

I pump him again.Hard. From base to tip, I revel in the weight of him in my hand.

He growls and drags me into his arms, deepening the kiss. I’m swimming in the scent of sweet caramel and pumpkin as our tongues duel.

“Xavier…”

Xavier and I ignore Vincent’s low warning.

Xavier lifts me higher against his chest, yanking at my pants as I pull at his. He lays me on the back seat, a space far too small for us to be doing this.

But Xavier’s eyes are burning as he shoves his pants down even farther, his cock springing out and making me breathless. “Any cops spot us, brother. You had better put your foot on the accelerator. They won’t want to see what I’m doing to our girl back here.”

His lips reclaim mine as his finger tests my wetness. He hooks his arm under my right leg, lifts, and thrusts inside me, releasing a choked groan as I do the same. It’s a homecoming. Everything I needed and wanted.

My head falls back, and a moan spills from my throat as his cock plunges deep. He’s on his knees, holding my leg at an angle as he fucks me.

I cling to his back, nails in his skin. Xavier buries himself into me, withdraws, and slams deep again. My eyes flutter open, and I can’t say why, but they do.

Levi has twisted around in the passenger seat, his eyes glued to my face. I hold his gaze as Xavier shoves my hoodie up and tastes my nipples.

And suddenly, I know exactly why the thought of a mirrored ceiling appealed to me.

I like to watch, and Levi stares back at me, as if he likes it too.

Xavier’s teeth graze my left nipple.

I make a choked sound in the back of my throat that twists Levi’s lips in a smile. “Move back a bit,” Levi says, tapping Xavier on the shoulder.

Xavier leans back, both hands on my hips. Whimpering, my eyes roll back each time he pulls my body to meet his heavy thrusts.

Levi reaches between the front seats of the car.

His hand skims my breasts, his fingers hot. Studying my face closely, he says, “Can we make you come before we get you home?”

Pressure is building between my thighs, an urgent, gnawing ache that makes my thighs tremble and my muscles tense.

I can’t move under Xavier. He’s pinned me to the backseat as he fucks me. The harsh sound of his groans meld with my frantic moans. My back bows.

Xavier makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, picking up the pace. “Shit. She’s coming.Fuck.”

Levi tweaks my nipple, massages, then moves on to the other. They’re swelling in his hands, and I’m losing my mind to this desperate need to come.

I grab his wrist. Not to stop him. To hold him there. “I can’t…”

“That’s it.” Xavier is grunting, almost violent in his need to fuck me. “Come for me, beautiful.”

My gaze clashes with Vincent watching me over Levi’s head, his fingers white around the steering wheel.

A strangled moan tears from my throat, and I grind against Xavier.

My climax blooms. It shatters me completely.

Xavier’s fingers tighten on my hips, and he thrusts. Once. Twice. And slams into me one last time, holding himself there as he chokes out my name. “Fuck.”

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