The car

Mallory

We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the radio humming softly in the background. Kian's hand stayed on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin.

I wasn't used to this—being with someone like this. Being wanted so openly.

It felt... nice.

"Where are we actually going?" I asked after a moment, glancing at him.

He smirked, eyes flicking to mine before returning to the road. "You'll see."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not gonna murder me and dump my body in a ditch, are you?"

Kian laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, princess. You're too pretty for that."

"How reassuring."

He grinned, his hand giving my leg a light squeeze. "You'll like it. Trust me, baby."

I sighed, letting my head fall back against the headrest. "Fine. But if I don't, I'm making you take me for food."

Kian smirked. "I was gonna do that anyway."

I bit back a smile, glancing out the window as the town lights blurred past.

Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all.

Kian eventually pulled off the main road, taking us down a quieter stretch lined with trees. I frowned slightly, watching as he navigated the twists and turns with ease.

"Are we going to the woods?" I asked, half-joking.

He snorted. "No, Mallory. I'm not that unoriginal."

"Then where?"

"You'll see."

I rolled my eyes but didn't press him further. Instead, I watched as he finally pulled into a small clearing overlooking the town. The city lights stretched out beneath us, glowing against the dark sky.

I blinked. "Oh."

Kian cut the engine, his lips twitching in amusement. "Good 'oh' or bad 'oh'?"

"Good," I admitted, still taking in the view. "I didn't even know this place existed."

"AJ never brought you here?"

I shook my head. "No."

Kian hummed, leaning back against his seat. "Guess I got to show you something new, then."

I glanced at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Guess you did."

For a moment, we just sat there, the quiet settling around us.

Then Kian reached into the backseat, pulling out a small paper bag. He handed it to me without a word.

I raised an eyebrow, taking it from him. "What's this?"

"Open it and see."

I did, peeking inside to find a box of my favorite chocolates and a can of Coke.

I looked at him, surprised. "How did you know?"

Kian smirked. "I pay attention, princess."

Warmth spread through my chest.

I bit my lip, shaking my head as I took out the can. "You trying to impress me, Holland?"

"That depends," he said, watching me closely. "Is it working?"

I cracked open the Coke, taking a sip before meeting his gaze.

"Yeah," I murmured. "It is."

Kian smirked at my response, but there was something softer in his eyes. He looked almost... pleased with himself. Like he'd won some kind of unspoken challenge.

"Good," he murmured.

I shook my head, trying to suppress the smile threatening to take over my face. I popped a chocolate into my mouth, leaning back against the seat. "So, is this what you do with all your dates? Bring them here, buy them chocolates, act all mysterious?"

Kian let out a low laugh, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "You think I go on dates often?"

I lifted a shoulder. "I don't know, Holland. You do have a bit of a reputation."

He turned to face me fully now, one arm slung over the back of his seat. "And what reputation is that?"

I gave him a pointed look. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Kian grinned, clearly entertained. "You think I'm some kind of player, huh?"

"I think you could be if you wanted to," I admitted. "I mean, you flirt with everything that moves."

He let out a scoff, but the amusement in his eyes didn't fade. "That's not true."

"It's a little true."

Kian shook his head, shifting slightly closer. "And yet, I'm here. With you."

I swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the way his knee was nearly brushing mine. "Yeah. You are."

For a moment, we just looked at each other.

Then he reached over, gently taking my hand in his. His fingers were rough, calloused from working at the garage, but his touch was careful. Almost hesitant.

I didn't pull away.

Kian exhaled, his thumb brushing against the inside of my wrist. "For the record," he murmured, "I don't do this with anyone else."

I believed him.

And maybe that was the most dangerous part of all.

Kian's fingers tightened slightly around mine, his gaze flickering down to my lips. I could feel my pulse hammering beneath his touch, my breath catching in my throat.

He was going to kiss me.

And I wanted him to.

Badly.

I barely had time to process the thought before he moved. It wasn't rushed, wasn't hesitant—it was deliberate. Certain. He leaned in, closing the space between us, and then his lips were on mine.

Soft. Warm. A little rough, just like him.

I sighed into the kiss, tilting my head to deepen it, and Kian took that as encouragement. His free hand came up, cupping the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my cheekbone.

He tasted like chocolate and smoke, and something else that was purely him.

I felt his fingers slide into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. The car suddenly felt too small, too confined, the air between us charged with something electric.

He pulled me into his lap, hands onto my hips as I swung my legs over his. I was straddling Kian's lap, his hands gripping at my hair.

It was obvious was about to happen.

He knew, I knew, probably everyone at BCS would feel the sexual tension between me and this boy.

It wasn't like we hadn't had sex before, we had, twice but tonight felt different.

More intimate.

Kian's hands slowly trailed down my hips, rubbing them softly as his lips moved down my neck.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers gripping the back of his hoodie as his lips pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against my throat. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat rolling off him.

"Kian," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

He hummed against my skin, his fingers tracing soft circles against my lower back. "You sure, baby?"

I nodded, tilting my head to give him better access. "Yeah."

That was all he needed.

His lips found mine again, this time with more urgency, more hunger. His hands roamed over my body, memorizing every inch of me like he was afraid this moment wouldn't last.

But it would.

Because this was different.

This wasn't just about wanting each other. It was about needing each other.

And I needed him more than I'd ever needed anything.

He pulled off my jacket and left soft kisses down my collarbone and to my cleavage.

Another shaky breath left my lips, my hands now tangled in his hair,"Kian please.."

"Tell me what you princess, use your words baby."

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest as his lips continued their slow, torturous path down my skin. His hands gripped my waist, thumbs brushing against my ribs as if he was trying to hold himself back.

I tugged on his hair, desperate to have him closer, to feel more of him. "I need you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Kian groaned softly, his lips finding their way back to mine. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with something heavier than just lust. His hands slid lower, gripping my thighs as he pulled me impossibly closer.

"You have me," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm, his voice rough. "You've always had me, Mal."

And that was all it took.

I pulled his hoodie off and grabbed the hem of his shirt but he stopped me.

Kian's hands caught mine, his grip firm but hesitant. I looked up at him, confused, my breath still shaky from the way he'd been kissing me.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, tugging lightly at the hem of his shirt.

He didn't answer right away. His jaw clenched, his eyes flickering away from mine, and suddenly, I knew.

"Ki..." My voice was barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. "S'nothing, Mal."

I ignored him and pulled his shirt up anyway. He didn't stop me this time, just sat there and let me see.

My stomach twisted at the sight of the bruises. Dark, ugly splotches covered his ribs, stretching up toward his chest. Some of them looked fresh, others older, faded into that sickly yellow color.

I swallowed hard, my fingers ghosting over one of them. Kian flinched—not from pain, but from the softness of it. Like he wasn't used to being touched gently.

I hated that.

I leaned in without thinking, pressing my lips against the bruise just above his ribs.

Kian sucked in a sharp breath. "Mal..."

I ignored him, kissing another one, then another. My hands smoothed over his skin, as if I could erase the damage with just my touch.

His grip on my waist tightened. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," I whispered.

I kept kissing him—his bruises, his collarbone, the space where his neck met his shoulder. His breathing grew heavier, his fingers digging into my hips.

When I finally pulled back to look at him, his pupils were blown wide, his lips parted.

"Jesus Christ, Mal," he muttered, his voice rough.

I smirked, brushing my nose against his. "You still wanna stop?"

His answer came in the form of his hands sliding up my thighs, pulling me fully against him. His lips crashed against mine, hungry and desperate, but softer than before. Like he wanted to savor it.

I melted into him, fingers curling into his hair, pressing closer despite the bruises. Because this wasn't about pain. This was about something else entirely.

Something we both needed.

He moved my hips so that I was grinding against him.

I pulled away, gasping for air,"Sure you want this, Kian? We..don't have to, I—"

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence, kissing me again.

Taking this as confirmation, I fiddled with the zip on the back off my dress, pulling it down and letting the fabric slip off my shoulders.

Kian's lips moved back down my body, sucking at my now hardened nipple as he cupped my other breast, squeezing it as he did so.

"I don't..have any condoms, Mal. Wanna keep going?"

I looked down at him, processing his words

"Yes."

Yes? Girl what do you mean yes?

"You sure?"

I nodded, pulling my dress all the way off, leaving me in just my underwear.

Kian pulled away and looked at me, and it was like I could see the cogs turning in his brain.

"I'll..I'll pull out."

I give him a quick nod, my hands making their way down to his pants as I unzip them and rub my hand along his growing bulge.

Kian continued kissing down my jawline to my next as I pulled him out of his boxers, grinding myself on him.

"Mal..don't tease me." He whispered against my skin.

I tried to ignore him and continue to tease but Kian had better ideas.

He pushed me against the wheel and lifted me up slightly as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Ki.." I hissed, arms wrapping around his shoulders, "just put it in.."

He obliged ever so quickly, pushing his throbbing  cock inside of me.

My eyes rolled back slightly, hands gripping at his hair,"S-shit.."

"You like that, princess? You like my dick inside you?"

I nodded, a soft moan leaving my lips as Kian quickened his pace.

He went at a steady pace, thrusting in and out of me, his hands cupping and squeezing my tits as his tongue flicked over on nipple.

"You're gonna make me come..please." I begged, kissing his neck.

"Be my girlfriend, Mal."

I froze against him, my lips hovering over his, my breath caught in my throat.

Did I hear that right?

Kian's hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on my hips, his gaze locked on mine. He wasn't joking.

"Say it again," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

His lips curled into the softest smirk, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was afraid I'd slip away. "Be my girlfriend, Mal."

I swallowed hard, searching his face for any hesitation, any sign that this was just some heat-of-the-moment thing. But all I saw was him—this boy who made me feel alive, who set every nerve in my body on fire with just a touch.

I exhaled a shaky breath. "Okay."

His smirk grew. "Okay?"

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. "Yeah, okay, Holland."

Kian didn't waste another second. His hands slid up my back, his lips crashing into mine, and I melted into him, my fingers threading through his hair.

I was his now.

And God, I wanted him to be mine too.

I was sure he pulled out after I came. That would be the only excuse for the reason there was some on my stomach

Plus, I was on the pill and it always works, right?