Page 15 of Pit Stop

He giggles. “No, not really. I just managed to get a good job so I could live apart from Dad. Doesn’t mean I’m mature.”

His eyes twinkle and my own lips quirk. River is a shit, but he’s good-natured. Even so, I don’t want him to look in that damn bag. He’ll never let me live it down.

He waggles the bag above his head and I try to reach for it, but he’s quicker than me and steps back, making me stumble.

“Honestly, River. Grow up!”

“Why? Being me is so much fun.”

I let out a snort just as a flash of movement whizzes past my head as River is shoved back, and something fierce and furious moves in front of me.

“Give it back!” an angry voice growls.

River’s arm drops and the ball of fury cocks his arm back and punches River right in the chest.

River lets out a small wheezing laugh as I try to make sense of this. Who the fuck is this? Why would someone come to my aid like this?

As my mind slowly catches up and my eyes take in the fierce ball of anger before me, I realize that it’s the cute guy from the bar, the one who was all over Maverick.

“Stop being a bully,” the guy hisses and then swipes the bag from River’s dangling hand and gives it to me.

“I’m not a bully—” River begins, but the small guy just snarls at him, grabbing my arm and tugging me forward.

“Stay away from him, you dick!”

I let out a small laugh and grin back at River, who is standing there, rubbing his chest. And then his hand moves down and adjusts his cock, making me cringe.

Yeah, no. I don’t ever need to see that.

“Gods, I hate these alphas that think they can just do whatever they want,” the guy grumbles, and I hate that I like him. He’s Maverick’s, a competition of sorts, and I fucking like the guy.

Ugh, why did he have to be so nice?

“He’s my brother.”

“Doesn’t give him a pass. I’m so sick of their shit.”

I eye him and he sighs, pulling me down the sidewalk.

“I’m Owen, by the way. Maverick told me all about you, Skye.”

I open my mouth and close it, feeling slightly unhinged at the moment. What the fuck is going on?

“Anyway, sorry to just burst in there, but I have five alpha brothers, so I totally get it. I’m so annoyed by their existence. Assholes.”

“Uh, well, I think you just gained a new fan. River is quite persistent and never has a clue when someone dislikes him. He’s a golden retriever puppy.”

“He’s not a sweet dog. He’s more like a gnat.” He slaps his hands together. “I’ll squash him.”

I let out a small laugh and then smother it. No, I have to dislike him. I really do. He’s not likable at all.

Gah, he’s the most likable, for fuck’s sake.

“Anyway, I just…I’m in a mood today and since Maverick told me about you, I feel like I know you. And when I saw that guy bugging you, I was just raging. Probably my hormones or something.”

“What do you mean by Mav told you all about me?”

“Well, I asked why he was glowering across the room and he told me what happened between you two.” He sighs and then looks off dreamily. “Wish I’d had an alpha like him during my first heat. So attentive.”

“I mean,” I say, staring at anything but him. “I got some numbers of nice guys the other night…”

“Yeah, they seem nice, but they’re just in it to rut. Trust me. You have alpha brothers. You know.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t really know. We don’t talk about this kind of thing.”

I don’t know what to say now, and it seems neither does he. We’re still walking, the bag hitting my leg as we continue to stride down the walkway.

Damn sex toys, not letting me forget they exist.

“Well, count your lucky stars. My family loves to talk about it. It’s all they do. Like we discuss it at dinner. It’s infuriating.”

“Yeah, that sounds rough, man.”

“It is. But enough about me. Tell me about you and Mav.”

“Um, there’s nothing to tell.”

“I mean, that’s not how he made it sound.”

I scoff and then run a hand through my hair nervously. I don’t know what to say. I’ve got nothing.

“He’s my brother’s best friend…not that brother. Forest’s best friend.”

“Ah.”

“And nothing can happen between us because I’m leaving this place eventually.”

“Oh, well, that’s tragic. Does that mean I can have a go then?”

Before I can stop myself, a “ no ” slips from my lips.

Owen grins and nods. “I see.”

“Care to enlighten me because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Me either. If Mav wanted me, I’d take him in a second.”

“You sure he doesn’t want you?”

He nudges me and shakes his head. “I’m so damn sure. As much as I’ve tried, I just don’t do it for him, I’m afraid. He’s had eyes for someone else…for a while, it seems.”

Relief pulses through me, as silly as that sounds. I know I can’t have him but I don’t want him to have anyone else either. It’s possessive and ridiculous, but I can’t help how I feel. Something in me changed during those few days I spent with him.

I can’t blame it on pheromones anymore.

He sighs and then loosens his grip on me. “Well, anyway, Skye. I have to run. It was nice to meet you, and hopefully we can catch up. I’m thinking about starting a support group for guys like us…you know, omegas with asshole alpha brothers.”

I smile at him and nod, pushing my glasses up my nose.

“Yeah, I would maybe be interested in joining that.”

“Cool.” He waves at me and then stops, backtracking. “Wait. I need your number.”

He hands me his phone and I quickly input my contact information. When it’s saved, Owen grabs it and shoves it in his back pocket.

“Right, I’ll call you.”

And with that, he’s off, leaving me to stand there and watch him go.

“Gods,” I murmur as I make my way to my car, which is back in the parking lot of the store. River is nowhere to be seen, thank the lords of the land.

I shove the bag into the car and turn on the AC, blasting it in my overheated face.

As I put the car in drive, something unfurls within me, my hole growing wet.

Oh fuck.

I thought I had more time.

I grab the steering wheel and breathe deeply through my nose, my entire body starting to tremble.

I need to get home, need to use the toys.

I start to pull out of the lot, but as soon as I do, a cramp hits me and I double over, honking the horn in the process and knocking my glasses off my face.

“Shit,” I moan as I try to gather the strength to move, but I suddenly feel bereft, my hole far too empty, my body in desperate need.

I need fucking more.

I throw the car in park and grab my phone, trying to pull up the names I got the other day, but I don’t want any of them. I don’t want any.

I want him .

I groan as I hit his number and nearly cry when it goes straight to voicemail.

I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die here on the side of the road by the sex shop. This is way worse than the first time. Oh gods.

I pull up Tater’s number and hit call.

Fuck, I hope he answers.

He needs to answer.

“You sure you want me to drop you off here?” Tater asks, looking slightly concerned as he takes in the run-down trailer park.

I’ve never felt such a sense of relief being here once again.

“Yes. Yes, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, breathing through his mouth. I know my scent is having an effect on him, but Tater is a gentleman and there was no way in hell I was calling my brother. Any of them.

No.

“Let me help you out…” he says, getting out quickly and grabbing my bag as another painful cramp hits me.

I groan and lean against the open car door, trying to right myself. Tater pulls me into his arms just as the sound of a motorcycle makes its way down the gravel path.

Another groan slips past my lips as the motorcycle turns off and a growl pierces my ears.

“Get your fucking hands off him.”

“Chill, bro,” Tater drawls. “Just helping him to this place.”

Maverick is next to me in two steps, shoving Tater aside.

“Skye-light,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms as another wave pulses through me.

“Do you need help—” Tater begins but he’s cut off suddenly.

“No. Leave.”

Tater drops the bag and holds his hands up, moving to his car.

“Be nice to him,” I moan. “He helped me here. You didn’t answer your phone.”

“I was out for a ride,” he tells me as he picks me up and I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent. “Shit,” he growls when I start to hump into him, needing more, needing so much more.

“Maverick, please .”

The door slams open as Maverick strides inside, and before he can set me on the ground, I’m stripping out of my shirt. My pants are soaked through, the scent of my slick permeating the air around us. Maverick is growling as he tosses me onto his bed and falls down on top of me.

“Get my pants off. Off!”

Maverick’s fingers rip them from me, leaving just dangling threads and torn fabric. Next is my underwear, which is left in shreds as he descends on me.

“Naked. I want you naked,” I moan as another wave pulses through me.

But Maverick doesn’t bother undressing, just unzips his pants, spreads my thighs wide, and sinks into me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he moans. “Been waiting for this. For you.”

He slams into me, jarring me slightly, my head knocking into the wall, but I don’t care. I just cling to him as he ruts into me, our skin slapping, a sticky, sweaty mess.

His hair falls into his sparkling eyes, his mouth parted as he groans my name.

“Skye-light. Fuck, I missed you.”

My eyes roll back in my head as my balls draw up and I release across my stomach on a scream.

Maverick’s eyes trail down to it and his fingers tighten on me.

“Gonna suck your dick so much the next few days. Gonna make you come over and over.”

I gasp as I imagine it, him between my legs, his tongue doing things to me that I’ve been craving. “Come for me, Skye. Just me.”

I nod as he continues to fuck into me, his movements stuttering, growing more frantic.

My body is burning up, an inferno. This is worse than the first time.

I can tell. It’s hotter, more feral. I always heard the first time was the most intense, but I can tell that this time is going to give Maverick a run for his money.

He’s going to get very little sleep the next few days.