Page 11 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

FIVE

SKYE

I have had zero hits on the hook-up profile I set up two days ago. I’m not as hot and irresistible as Maverick seems to think I am. Like right now, he won’t even make eye contact with me. He’s back to ignoring me, pretending I don’t exist.

Huffing, I set my phone down and pick up my book, trying not to stare at Maverick as he works on an old motorcycle with Forest as I sit on the porch.

“Your book is upside down,” my brother shouts over at me, and I frown at him in response.

Asshole. He knows Maverick and I were together that night at the bar.

He came home drunk off his ass and smelled it on me.

I knew I should have showered right after because my brother made his disapproval very clear.

He told me we’re not to do it again. Then he, once again, laid out my future plans and how none of them would come true if I got attached to someone here.

It doesn’t help that Maverick told him about Red and his interest in me. I got a long lecture about that as well.

I’m being suffocated by their so-called protection, by them thinking they know what’s best for me. I’m not a child anymore. I’m ready to do my own thing. I don’t want to be an alpha’s bitch. But I have needs and a newfound libido. I want to get off when I want.

“This is how I like to study, Forest. Fuck off,” I snip back and pull my upside-down book up to my face, so I don’t have to see them. Especially Maverick, who looks delicious in that shirt with those cut-off sleeves that show off all his sweaty, tattooed muscles.

Why does he have to be so perfect? Why does the mere sight of him set me off?

I hear Forest hissing something to Maverick and I can’t help but peer over the top of my book at my brother’s best friend. Maverick’s cheeks are red and he’s aggressively doing something with the engine of the bike. Don’t know what, but he looks frustrated.

Good.

He should be.

I am.

I’ve just discovered how good sex can be and I have no one to do it with.

I peer down at my phone and scowl at my empty message box. I guess the profile photo of my face isn’t appealing enough. Maybe I should take some shirtless pics or one of my dick—it’s not too bad.

Oh, or my hole.

That’s quite nice as well.

Yeah, I can do that. Maybe I’ll have Rob help me because he has an eye for photography. Actually, no. Scratch that. I don’t want him making comments about my butthole, or my dick, or really anything about me. I’ll just attempt to take sexy pictures all on my own.

Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.

Sexy pictures coming right up.

Gods, send help. I do not look good naked. I swear these online porn stars make it look easy. My nude pics make me look anything but hot and spicy. Honestly, I look like a poached chicken.

I could flap my pale arms and squawk and no one would know the difference.

Probably doesn’t help that I was holding the camera the entire time and the angles were terrible.

I really need to find something I can set my phone on.

Yes, that should do the trick. I throw my robe on and walk out into the hallway, determination set in my bones. No one is home. My dad is out with some buddies on a fishing trip while Forest is spending the weekend with his friends—Maverick being one of them.

I know because he told me.

“He won’t be around, Skye. So find someone else to fuck.”

“And stay away from the places Red hangs out. He’s dangerous.”

I’d rolled my eyes at him. Gods, what an asshole. I haven’t seen Red again, not that I want to. And I haven’t seen Maverick for an entire day. I try not to think about how much I miss him with every minute that passes.

I can’t miss him. What we did while I was in heat was wrong, and necessary, but still something we shouldn’t have done. Damn him for sticking his pierced dick through that hole in the wall and being so good at sex.

I rummage around the garage, pulling open boxes and looking for something that would allow me to prop my phone on top, something that would give me better angles for my nude pictures.

While I’m halfway up a ladder, peering at a far-too-high shelf, the garage door opens and I freeze, like a deer in headlights.

A second later, I see Maverick crouching under the rising door to move into the garage and then straightening up.

My dick instantly goes hard at the sight of him, my body leaning toward him instinctually. Seems that no matter how much I don’t want to be someone’s bitch, I crave it anyway.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, and he startles slightly, his eyes taking in my bare legs and blue, fluffy robe.

“I—why are you on a ladder in a robe?”

I huff and fold my arms across my chest, not wanting to answer him. He doesn’t need to know what I’ve been up to.

“None of your business.”

His fingers crack and he glances at the door leading into the house. “Is someone in there with you?”

I stare at him, perplexed. “Is that what you think this is? That I’m on a ladder in the garage while entertaining company?”

He cocks his head slightly, his neck popping in the process. “Is that what this is, Skye?”

I want to taunt him, stating that Red’s inside with his big shifter dick, but I can’t quite manage it.

“No. Of course not. I wish. But no.”

I push my glasses up on my nose and then gesture toward him, losing my balance slightly. Maverick rushes toward me, his hands cradling my hips, his fingers digging into my glutes.

“Watch it,” he murmurs, and I huff, knowing my dick is right there in front of his face. It’s not even trying to be modest, just poking through the fabric like the slut it is.

“Well, why are you here?” I ask, and his fingers flex against me.

“Your brother wanted me to stop by and grab his tool set.”

“I thought he didn’t trust you to be near me.”

“It should have just been a quick run and grab. Didn’t expect you half-naked in the garage.”

His fingers tighten further on me, and I let out a small groan when he leans in and his cheek brushes against my hard length.

“I didn’t expect you to smell this good either,” he grinds out and then brushes his nose along my cock. “Fuck, why do you smell so good all the time?”

My hand slides into his hair and I tug, wanting him closer, and yet knowing we shouldn’t. I’m not in heat. Just horny.

It’s different.

“I should go,” he says softly, and I nod, my throat clicking as I swallow. “I should go right now and not suck your cock.”

I let out a low moan at the thought of him pushing my robe aside and sliding my dick down his throat.

“You definitely shouldn’t,” I rasp out. “I’m trying to take some sexy pictures so I can find someone to do that very thing. Someone that Forest wouldn’t nag me about.”

His eyes flash up to meet mine and he growls lowly. “Oh, and who the fuck would that be?”

“An internet stranger,” I say and then groan when his hands slide under the robe and cup my naked ass.

“And you think he’d approve of someone you met online?”

“Yes,” I say when he rucks up my robe and my cock appears. His nose drags along the side of it, and I clutch the ladder with one hand to keep myself upright.

Fuck, why is he so good at this?

His tongue peeks out and slides along my cock, and I moan, my free hand fisting his hair tighter.

“If you didn’t have big plans, I’d say I’m just fine for you,” he mumbles almost inaudibly.

But before I can think of a response, his mouth envelops my dick and my mind goes blank.

“Maverick,” I cry out, and then within seconds, my balls draw up and I explode. My legs shake so roughly that I flop forward, using his shoulders as a perch, trying to keep myself upright as my cock jerks repeatedly.

And then it’s over. Maverick pulls off, wiping his lips with his hand, his eyes meeting mine.

“You taste so fucking good.”

I manage a small eye roll. But we both know it’s forced.

“And that was very fast.”

I scoff and on wobbly legs, let myself down onto the floor.

“I’ll have you know that it’s been a while.”

“Mm. I’m glad,” he says, shifting slightly toward me. His dick is straining out from his jeans and I swallow, wanting to fall to my knees and get him off.

But I can’t do that. I have nude pictures to take. For a potential partner in sex.

“You should probably go. Before Forest finds out why you’ve been delayed.”

“Yeah,” he replies and then runs his hand across his mouth again.

I want to lean up and kiss him, want to slot my tongue right in his mouth and let him suck on it.

But I don’t. And eventually, he gets the hint and turns to leave, grabbing the toolkit on his way.

Which leaves me staring after him, a night of naked, boiled chicken pictures to take.

Not appetizing at all.