Page 10 of Pit Stop

“What’s your name again?” he asks, and I wet my lips, his gaze sliding to my mouth.

“Skye. Um, what’s yours?”

“Red.”

“Red?”

“Mm,” he says, his fingers tightening against me.

“Well, Red, super nice to meet you again, but uh, I have places to be.”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Your place is right here, with me.”

I tremble slightly, trying like hell to keep my footing when suddenly, I hear it. A low growl from behind me. My skin instantly breaks out in goosebumps.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Maverick asks, and I find myself leaning back toward him, blinking wildly.

Safe. I feel safe.

“Just dancing.”

“No, you’re not,” he says, his hands wrapping around my waist and tugging me away from Red.

Red’s gaze flickers, and I can feel the tension rolling off both of them.

“Dancing with a fucking shifter, Skye? What the hell?” he growls in my ear.

I tuck myself into him as Mav’s knuckles start to crack, the sound loud in my ears. Gods, I hope Red doesn’t shift and kill Mav.

I’m getting dramatic, but still. There’s no way Mav would win in a fight. Not with this guy. I can tell he’s strong, powerful. More so than Maverick. As much as I’d want him to win, I’d never want him hurt. Not because of me.

“He’s mine,” Mav says.

“He marked?” Red asks, and Mav’s hands tighten around me.

“He’s. Mine.”

The way he says that, when he’s been avoiding me all week… It’s confusing as fuck, but I love it, crave it.

Gods, Mav, take me away from here.

Red’s teeth flash in warning, and Mav pushes me behind him, his pack of men sidling up beside us and crowding around him.

His friends, the protectors.

Oh gods, don’t let him die.

Red’s eyes move from the crowd to me, and the corner of his lips quirks up.

“I see. Next time, little Skye.”

He turns and strides from the room, the relief of his absence almost palpable.

When Mav turns toward me, rage fills his face.

“I can smell you,” he says darkly as he grabs my hand and leads me away, down a dark hallway. “You’re fucking wet.”

“That may or may not be pee,” I murmur, trying to be funny, but it falls flat.

“It’s your fucking slick. I know what it smells like, Skye. What it tastes like.”

“Yes, well…” I grumble when Maverick hands a large man a bill and pushes me into a small, dim room.

I blink in the darkness and spin around, facing him.

“What’s this?”

“This is a space where we can talk about how you know Red.”

He says this cuttingly, his chest heaving, his eyes a little wild. I have no idea what’s going on with him, but hell, he looks good.

And he smells even better.

“Just talk?” I ask, hating that I’m too weak to even ask.

He swallows and nods. “Yes.”

“Hm,” I reply and then shove my hands in my pockets, trying to play it cool. It’s hard though when my boxers are soaked through and I feel like I’m going to cum just from looking at him. So damn annoying. I can’t stand it.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, his nostrils flaring, and then he’s moving, pushing me up against the wall and grabbing on to my ass. He hefts me up into his arms and drags his nose across my neck. “You smell like sex. That better not be from him. It better be because of me.”

A whimper escapes me. “Oh gods.”

His cock drags against my own and my entire body trembles with pent-up need.

“Have you been fucked since?” he asks angrily. “Has anyone been inside you? That shithead, Red?”

“What? No. Of course not. Just you.”

He lets out a relieved breath and then sets me down. My feet hit the floor, and he spins me around so that my hands press up against the wall.

I feel his fingers work my pants open and down, and when they’re spread tightly around my thighs, his fingers slide up my wet crack.

“Fuck yes. Knew it.”

Two fingers enter me, and I let out a low groan. I’m not in heat, but something about Maverick gets me going. I want him to fuck me, knot me. I want him to rut into me until I’ve forgotten my own name. I’ve missed this. Missed him.

“So tight,” he murmurs, his fingers twisting inside of me and finding that little spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “So wet.”

“Fuck me. Please, Mav. Please.”

But he doesn’t do as I ask, just continues to toy with my ass, making me pant in frustration. He adds a third finger, and I’m fucking back against it, wanting to be filled completely, wanting to be stretched out and gaping.

His free hand snakes around my front and grasps my cock, pumping it in his fist. My chin hits my chest as I feel him surrounding me, possessing me.

The way he works me right to the edge, his grip tightening when I start to come, my entire body shaking from the force of it. And yet still, it’s not enough.

“I’m not done with you,” he says lowly, and then his fingers are pulled from my hole, and I feel him press up against the back of my thighs, his cockhead right at my entrance.

He lets out a growl as he enters me, his hips meeting my ass in seconds, my entire channel stuffed full.

It stings and yet it feels perfectly right.

“Yes,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up my back and pushing me down a little further, giving himself better access to fuck me. He rucks my shirt up, my bare skin now exposed to the hot, musty air and then his hips snap back before slamming into me.

I gasp, my entire body tensing from the force of it, but still, my cock hardens. Because it’s him. Maverick.

He does something to me.

Maybe that’s why I’ve always told myself I hate him. Because he makes me feel something, makes me want. And I don’t want to be weak. I want to be different.

And yet, here I am. A simp for him.

As he continues to fuck into me, I just meet each thrust with my own. Our bodies slap together, the squelch of his cock moving inside of me, the heaving breaths we expel audible around us.

“You shouldn’t have come here tonight,” he grunts, his hands tightening on me.

“Fuck you,” I moan and then reach back and grab on to his thigh, pulling him into me. “I can do what I want.”

“Looking so godsdamn fuckable, so fucking hot. You shouldn’t be around that many alphas. They’ll tear you apart. Red especially. Don’t even fucking go there with him, Skye. You’re better than him. Better than me.”

“But I want you. I want you to split me in two.”

He grunts and then palms my throat, pulling me up so my back is flush against his chest. His teeth bite down on my earlobe, and I cry out.

“Yeah, Skye-light. Only me.”

He bends his knees and fucks up into me, his cock impaling me over and over. My cock jerks between my legs, and I feel it explode once more, my eyes rolling back in my head as he continues to ruin me for anyone else.

This is so bad. So very bad, and yet I have no intention of stopping. It feels too good to stop.

“Say it,” he murmurs, his lips right against my ear. “Say it. Who owns you?”

“You. Just you.” This is all just the heat of the moment. I know he doesn’t mean it. I don’t mean it. But I say it all the same.

When he comes, filling me up but not knotting me, I feel suddenly bereft.

I want more. I want to be tied to him for a little longer.

He pulls out and lets go of me, and I stumble forward, leaning my forehead against the wall as I try to gather my bearings. But I can’t think, can’t breathe. He fucked the sense right out of me.

I hear his pants being zipped and then his footsteps as he moves closer to me.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

“But I’m not done with the night. I have hours left.”

“You are. You’re so fucking done. My guys and I almost got into it because your hot little ass is in this place. So you’re leaving. Now.”

I huff, but then bite back a moan when he starts to clean me up. The tenderness in the way he touches me undoes something inside of me.

When he’s done, he buttons my pants and wraps an arm around my waist. I lean into him, trying like hell to orient myself, but his scent is dizzying. I want to stuff my face into his armpit and inhale.

Of course, I don’t do that. I have some decorum. Even though I let him fuck me up against a wall in some makeshift sex shed in the back of this bar.

“I need to tell Rob where I’m going.”

“You can message him. We’re leaving.”

I huff a laugh but let him guide me outside, where the summer air is almost stifling. It’s so godsdamn hot. I hate it. I need it cool and wet.

I need to stop combusting every time Maverick is within sight.

“My bike is over there.”

I don’t want to go home to an empty house. Just hours ago, I didn’t want to leave and yet here I am, not wanting to go back.

“Yeah. Fine. Okay.”

He guides me toward his motorcycle and hands me the helmet. I pull it on my head before throwing my leg over the back and wrapping my arms around his torso.

The engine purrs beneath me, and I feel it all the way in my balls. My very empty balls.

I swallow as he pulls out of the parking lot, and I hold on for dear life as he drives me back to my place.

When we arrive, Maverick turns off the motorcycle and I hop off, unclipping the helmet and handing it to him.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say and push my glasses up my nose.

“Anytime, but seriously, Skye, you shouldn’t go to a bar like that again. Promise me.”

I roll my eyes and place my hands on my hips. “Tell me why not?”

His jaw ticks, and he glances away from me. “Because you are too fucking tempting. You have no idea what you were getting yourself into the moment you walked into that place.”

“Oh, really? Is that so? Because Tater seemed like a real gentleman.”

“He might have looked like one, but I guarantee his intentions weren’t anything pure or noble. And Red’s definitely weren’t.”

“Oh, but yours are?” My ass twinges at the memory of him fucking into me and I feel my cock perk up in my pants. It wants to go again. Damnable thing.

“At least you know that I’ll take care of you. Those men…” He swallows and his eyes flash to mine. “They’d wreck you. Red especially. There’s a reason he’s left his pack. There’s a fucking reason he’s here.”

I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I shift on my feet, fury coursing through me.

“But you wrecking me was just fine though, hm?” I bite out, and he grinds his teeth.

“It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. You’re just…” His words trail off, and I huff in frustration.

“I’m what?”

His hands flex on the handlebars of the motorcycle and then he throws his leg off and stalks toward me. I nearly stumble back as he approaches but manage to catch myself against the porch railing.

“You’re so…fucking hot. I can’t fucking stand it.”

I lose the ability to breathe, my throat working as our gazes clash.

“You think I’m hot?”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes, and then he runs a hand over his forehead and sighs. “You’re smart, Skye, and you can’t figure this out?”

“I don’t know if I’m smart about this. There’s a reason I was a virgin until twenty.”

His hand reaches out and a finger trails up my arm. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I shiver. I shouldn’t even offer this, but I can’t help but do it anyway. He’s just as tempting.

“My dad and brother are gone. You want to come up for a bit?”

He eyes the house and blows out a long breath. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, to fuck,” I say with a small laugh.

His eyes slam into mine and he shakes his head. “I shouldn’t. What happened at the bar…”

I sigh and take a step to the side, removing myself from him.

“Right. Right. No one else can fuck me but you. And only when you want to. I get it.”

“Skye…”

“I need to go. Have a book boyfriend waiting for me upstairs.”

His lips turn down into a frown, but he makes no move to follow me. It pisses me off. I’m so fucking angry, embarrassed, and still turned on. Gods, this man.

“And don’t worry about my next heat. I’ll find someone else to take care of me.”

His hands fist and he nearly growls, but still doesn’t follow me inside. As soon as the front door is shut and locked, I hear his motorcycle rumble on and tear off down the street.

I end up lying in bed, my ass still full of his cum, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of it all. I really need to sort out the next heat with someone else. Or at the very least, buy some toys to get me through the worst of it.

Fuck.

In my next life, I’m coming back as an alpha. None of this ever again.

I stare at the ceiling, knowing I should change my pants and shower, but I can’t be bothered. Not right now.

I pull out my phone and message Rob, letting him know I’m home.

Fuck, what am I even doing? It’s still early in the evening and I’m just sitting in my room, obsessing about what happened. About the way he felt inside of me, how good it was.

Why the hell did he do that and then just leave?

Pisses me off.

He can’t dictate who I fuck. Now that I’m not a virgin, I’m going to go out and have sex with everyone. Every single person I meet, and we’ll see how he likes it.

I huff and then turn onto my side as Rob messages me back. He sends me a silly picture of himself with a buff man beside him. Well, at least someone is getting some tonight.

Not that I didn’t get any. I got it good.

But still. I’m alone right now. There’s a good chance Rob is gonna get it all night long. Lucky guy.

But then again, luck is what you make of it. And from now on, I plan on making myself available for the horny masses.