Page 19 of Pit Stop

“But—” Forest protests, but my dad glowers at him in a way that has him closing his mouth. “Fine. I won’t say it again. Just…stop with the phallic popsicle thing you’re doing.”

I do it more just to bother him. What is the fun of having a brother if you can’t annoy the shit out of him? They do it to me all the time. Never relenting. It’s the least I can do in return.

After we’ve cleaned up and I’ve said goodbye to Glenn and Sage, I move up to my bedroom to pack my things.

I guess for the foreseeable future I’ll be connected to Maverick’s hip.

Well, at least until school starts up again in the fall, but hopefully by then things will be resolved and the bond will be broken.

I can’t think too much about the future or I’ll start to panic. It will all work out. It has to, and in the meantime, I’m going to have a lot of sex with Maverick. Lots and lots of it.

When life gives you lemons, fuck the hell out of that lemonade.

Now that I think on it, maybe Maverick doesn’t want to have sex with me. I’m in his trailer, my bags on the floor, and I wonder where the hell I’m going to sleep. It seems presumptuous to assume I’m going to be sleeping in his bed. Maybe he prefers to sleep alone.

I glance at the couch and start unpacking what I can.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Maverick asks, and I glance at the couch and then back at my mate.

Fuck. He’s my mate.

Such a hot mate too.

Gah.

“I was getting ready to go to bed.”

“On the couch?” he asks, almost sounding offended.

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t want to invade your space…”

“Get your ass in my bed, Skye. You’re my fucking mate and you need this.”

“For the bond,” I say, even though it’s mostly for my cock. It really needs this as well. Who knew I’d end up so horny?

“Yeah, for the fucking bond,” he grunts, and when I move past him in the small entrance to the bedroom, his fingers slide across my stomach, making my skin break out in goosebumps.

“I have some empty drawers and some space in the closet if you want to unpack your things.”

“Thanks,” I say and then get to work. When I’m done, I meet Maverick’s eyes.

“I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Are you telling me so I join you?” he asks.

I shrug. “I mean, the bond needs to be fostered to form a secure attachment.”

“Seems I should then,” he replies, and I sigh in relief when we strip down and crowd into the small space, the water hitting me first and leaving Maverick just sprayed with the mist.

He has to be cold, but then again, he’s an alpha. He runs hot.

His fingers slide up my sides and then his chest presses into my back as he grabs the soap. He works it into a lather and helps me wash, spending quite an exorbitant amount of time on my dick and ass.

He seems to really enjoy my privates and they enjoy him.

My dick is fully hard now, my balls full and my ass clenching, sadly, around nothing.

But I’m still sore and I doubt Maverick is going to risk my asshole even if I beg for it. And I know he’s right. I need to take a break from anal.

So I just let him tease me until I’m panting.

“I won’t fuck you,” he says gently as his hand wraps around my cock. “But I will suck your cock. Dry off and go lie in our bed.”

The way he says our bed makes the bond between us flicker in happiness, and I do as he says, grabbing the towel and drying myself off. When I finally make it to the bed, I’m almost vibrating from need.

When Maverick appears from the bathroom, completely naked and his chest dripping with lingering droplets, I find my mouth going dry.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he murmurs, and I do as he says, widening my thighs as far as they can go as he crawls between them, his fingers sliding up my legs and pushing them even farther apart.

“You are so fucking pretty,” he says, and I blush despite it. We’ve fucked in a hundred different positions, but it still makes me red as an apple. Must be the bond.

He’s only saying these things because he’s my mate.

“You are very handsome yourself.”

Our eyes meet and his lips quirk.

And then a second later, he’s engulfing me, making me cry out, my fingers threading through his damp hair as he swallows me whole. Needless to say, I don’t last long at all. I combust, his name on my lips. And when I come down, I’m deliriously tired, exhaustion swamping me.

“What about you?” I ask when he moves up beside me, pulling me into his arms.

“I don’t need anything, just want my mate happy.”

I sigh, snuggle into him, and fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

I wake up to the scent of breakfast and I roll onto my back, instantly missing Maverick, but also oddly at peace. He must have been close all night because I slept like a baby and the bond feels incredibly stable and content.

I sit up and scrub a hand over my face before walking out into the small kitchen. Maverick is standing there in just his boxers and a white undershirt.

“Hey,” he says, and I can’t help it when my hands slide around his waist, pulling him in for a hug. It’s the bond, nothing else.

It has to be.

“You hungry?”

“Starving,” I say and then I can’t help it when my hand moves down to his groin and strokes it absently. Fuck, he’s so hot. I didn’t get a chance to suck his dick last night, but I want to now.

But first. Eggs and bacon.

“Not yet,” he huffs, and I move away with a pout. I don’t like being told what to do. But I know he’s right. I do need to eat. I’m still slightly weak from everything and my libido ramping up from being mated to this guy doesn’t help.

What really makes it hard is how hot he is.

He’s so fucking hot.

“You’re drooling,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not. I’m just sitting here. Watching you cook. I’m appalled.”

He sets the plate before me, and a rumble emanates from my stomach.

“You can be appalled and stuff your face,” he says softly, and I dig in, unashamed by how much I’m stuffing into my mouth.

I can see him muffling a laugh in my periphery, but I ignore it. He can gloat, that’s fine. He’s a good cook and I’m starving. And it’s nice not to have to take care of everyone for once. It’s nice to be waited on.

“Would you like seconds?”

“My figure could never,” I say, holding up my plate and watching as he refills it.

“You look fucking fine to me.”

I blush as I continue to eat. He lowers himself across from me and hooks his ankle with mine. The touch lights something up within me and I wonder how long this sensation will last. It can’t be like this forever, right?

“You feel content,” he says around a bite of eggs.

“The bond?”

“Yeah, weird, right?”

“It’s definitely something I’ll have to get used to. You know, until we can get this reversed.”

He stops chewing, his eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah.”

I avert my gaze, guilt and sadness seeping up inside of me. Those can’t be my feelings, right?

I don’t know anymore.

“So, what are your plans today?” I ask.

“Work. You should come with me. You know, so we can be close. For the bond.”

I nod and then finish off my food, scraping the plate with my fork noisily.

“Totally, I’ll bring stuff to keep me occupied. You won’t even know I’m there.”

“Doubtful,” he murmurs as he shovels the rest into his mouth and stands, taking my plate and setting it in the sink. “Go get ready and I’ll drive us there.”

I do as he says and minutes later, I’m tucked into his car, his hand in mine.

For the bond , I think as he drives us down the road.

When we arrive at his place of work, I grab my bag of things to keep me occupied and follow him inside the garage. As we do, heads turn. Eyes track between us and I start to shift uncomfortably on my feet.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Maverick asks, and a few of the guys start chuckling.

“We know everything already,” one of them says, a man with broad shoulders and a long beard. He moves up to Maverick, holding out his fist. “Nice one, bro.”

He stares at it and then bumps it, albeit a little reluctantly.

“He’s going to be staying here for my shift, so don’t give him too much shit.”

“We would never,” another guy says, tattoos on his neck and head. “We will be the most respectful.”

I side-eye them as I take a seat at a desk, my ass hitting a mostly comfortable chair, and I pull out some textbooks and my laptop.

“You got a smart one then,” another guy says, and Maverick curses under his breath.

They must think that Maverick stooped low or something because I can tell they’re ribbing him for being mated to me.

Well, they don’t need to worry about their friend.

This will all get sorted soon and then Maverick can pull a hotter guy, or girl.

I don’t know and I don’t care. Frustration moves through me and I peer over at Maverick, who is watching me with worry in his gaze.

I force a smile on my face and his gaze flicks away from mine only to return even more intense.

“Drink your water,” he says and something very much like a swoon moves through my body.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I reply, and the guys in the garage holler at that.

I ignore them all, moving my attention to my books and getting ahead on work for classes in the fall. I know that some would say I’m an overachiever, but I have to prove myself. I’m not sure many people take omegas seriously.

I need to show them how capable I am.

I lose myself in my reading, my fingers lying across my laptop when suddenly something appears before me.

A cherry popsicle.

“You need to hydrate. You haven’t been drinking nearly enough water.”

I eye my completely full water bottle before taking the sweet treat from Maverick.

“Oh. Right. Thank you.”

His hand reaches out and brushes against my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into it. The bond flares and I pop the popsicle between my lips, feeling myself grow warm not just from him touching me, but from an insatiable need I have for this man.

Damn him.

He moves away but keeps peering over at me as I eat it, sliding it sensually over my tongue.