Page 13 of Pit Stop

“You do too,” I say and let my gaze fall to his engorged cock. It’s pressing out from his jeans, and I twine my fingers together to keep myself from reaching out for it.

“That’s because you’re touching me…like that.” He sounds annoyed, angry, and I feel myself getting all riled up.

“You didn’t stop me,” I counter, and he grits his teeth.

“Get inside. I’m going to clean you up.”

I huff, feeling chastised like a child, and stomp toward the public restrooms. It’s a one-person bathroom, and he follows me inside. I don’t even have a chance to tell him that I can do it myself.

The click of the lock being turned has me freezing and then he’s behind me, his hands grabbing on to my hips.

I let out a groan as he pulls me into him, his fingers undoing my fly, tugging the zipper down far too slowly.

“Thought you were going to clean me up,” I groan, and he buries his face in my neck.

“I am.”

He falls to his knees and pulls my pants down, my jeans and boxers pooling around my ankles. And then he’s dragging his nose up my crack, his tongue following, lapping up my slick as he goes.

A gasp falls from my lips and I fall forward, my hands on the sink, my ass out as he spreads me wide and licks me.

He’s growling the entire time, hungry for it, and I’m just a half-sobbing mess, my cock angry and red, wanting to come, but unable to. I can’t until he pushes that tongue inside of me. Not until then.

He seems to read my mind because a moment later, his tongue sinks into me and I cry out, my dick pulsing out thick ropes of cum. Not that it stops him. He keeps going, eating me out until my dick is hard once more and I’m reaching down to stroke it frantically.

Maverick still doesn’t let up, just keeps pushing his tongue inside of me until I come again. It’s only then that he stands up and steps away from me.

I can’t fucking move, my entire body still trembling from the epic ass-eating he gave me. But with a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I turn my gaze over my shoulder and see Maverick watching me hungrily, his face still wet from my slick, his hair in disarray, his eyes hooded.

“You going to fuck me?” I ask, and he swallows, his gaze slamming into mine.

“I promised Forest I wouldn’t. I promised myself I’d let you fucking live, Skye, but shit, it’s hard.”

I huff and arch my hips back, wanting to be stuffed full of him, wanting to feel his cum spray my insides.

“Skye,” he groans and then runs a hand across his face. “Fuck.”

“Why the hell does anyone get to tell me what to do with my body? What I do with it is none of his business.”

“I need to respect him. He’s my best friend. And you…”

I sigh and push myself up, my ass twinging from the way his tongue lashed at me.

“Fine. I get it,” I murmur and pull my pants up around my waist, feeling suddenly bereft. I shouldn’t have gotten on that bike. I should have just spent the afternoon with Rob. At least then I wouldn’t feel this sense of rejection.

“Skye,” he begins, but I stop him, washing my hands as quickly as I can and stepping up to him.

“It’s fine. Better wash up. You smell like me.”

His eyes flash and he lets out a long exhale.

“Wait for me. In here.”

He steps up to the sink and washes his face and hands before drying himself off. When we finally move outside, I feel my legs tremble as I walk, my cock and balls exhausted and yet still eager to go again.

Maybe my heat is coming.

I need to get some toys.

I really do. I can’t ask Mav to spend it with me again. I really can’t.

“We’re grabbing lunch,” he says and wets his lips as if to tell me he’s already had his first course. It makes me bite back a lusty groan.

He really should stop being so good at eating ass. It’s irresponsible.

“I guess I have to join you since we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

I glance at the sign above the restaurant, and Maverick presses a hand to my lower back.

“I can bring you back.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not making you do that.”

He nods and we step inside the cool, air-conditioned building. It’s dark and musty, but the bikers fill up the space, making it rowdy and loud. Maverick leads me toward a group of guys on the far end of the bar and I feel my heart rate start to increase.

Are these the same guys who stepped in to help us the other night? I’m suddenly a little embarrassed that they saw me like that.

“Guys, this is Skye, Forest’s little brother,” Mav says, introducing me.

All their eyes turn toward me, and I manage a small smile, feeling frustrated that he’s told them all who I am.

I don’t want to be known as Forest’s brother.

It limits me in many ways. One of which is possibly finding an alpha to spend a few days with when I go into a heat.

Because apparently Maverick isn’t up for it, not when he has my brother looming over him and his conscience to contend with.

As my eyes move around the group, I realize, deep down, that even if he never told them who I was, I’d never ask any of them to fuck me. That would be wrong.

I’ll have to find another way.

“Nice to meet you, Skye,” a guy says, leaning forward and holding out his hand. “I’m Nox.”

That name. It sounds familiar.

Oh shit. He’s the one who showed up to bring us supplies when I was in heat.

My cheeks flame and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“Nice to meet you.”

His blue eyes sparkle and he squeezes my hand gently. “Wanna drink?”

He glances at Maverick, who nods, and then his attention is pulled to someone else as they stride up to us and press into Maverick’s side.

Who the fuck is this? All I know is that he’s about my size and cute, hot even. Much better looking than me.

My mouth gapes as he rubs himself all over Maverick, like a cat in heat, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

What the fuck?

That’s the same cheek that was wet from my slick earlier.

No wonder he scrubbed them with soap. He didn’t want cutie pie here to smell me on him.

The cheating asshole.

Not that he’s really cheating. We aren’t exclusive. Whatever this is between us isn’t a thing.

Maverick’s gaze catches mine, something flashing through them, but he doesn’t push the guy away, just pulls him closer.

Oh, fuck this.

I force my gaze away and move toward Nox, letting him lead me to the bar.

I think I’m going to need a few strong drinks and then a different ride home.

I don’t want to stay here and watch him get off with someone else. That’s not what I signed up for.