Page 21 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

TEN

MAVERICK

There was always something about Skye that drew my eye. When we were younger, it was mostly curiosity because he was so different from his brothers. He intrigued me, perplexed me.

But a year ago, when he came home for the summer from his second year at college, I started staring a little too hard. I suddenly realized that the youngest Barrett brother was hot as hell, with that lean frame, messy hair, and those glasses… Well, needless to say, my dick was on board as well.

The sheer number of dreams I’ve had about him—his ass up in the air, his legs twined around my back as I pumped into his slick hole.

It was lewd and inappropriate, and I tried like hell to ignore it.

But when his heat activated in that glory hole and I discovered who I’d knotted, I knew I was fucked.

Skye has been a year-long obsession, and not one I’m easily going to get over anytime soon. It doesn’t help that we’re mated now and he’s never been so fucking hot. The way I can feel him weaving his way inside of me, how in tune we are.

The thought of ending this bond is making my heart crack.

I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

But it’s what he wants, I tell myself. He wants to finish college and have a successful career. He doesn’t want to be tied to an alpha mate. Especially one like me. One with really no other prospects than what I have now.

He deserves better.

“Why are you awake?” he asks softly, curled up on top of me. He stretches out like a cat, making my libido rocket. It’s in fucking outer space right now. Orbiting the moon.

If the moon was an ass.

Skye’s ass.

“Just thinking,” I say, and he sighs, his lips trailing over my neck and making my dick throb. The way I want to fuck him. All the time.

It’s abnormal.

I’ve never been this consumed by someone else.

“You want to talk about it?” he says, his voice still sleepy.

“No, go back to sleep.”

He wiggles on top of me, and I can tell when he notices my hard cock because he starts to grind against it. Seems he’s just as horny for it.

“Skye,” I grunt, my hands all over him. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I know. I can feel it.”

He wiggles some more and then sits up, straddling my hips.

“I think I’m just gonna sit on it for a minute. Just get it out of our systems.”

“Yeah, all right,” I say as he searches for the lube. When he finds it, he squirts some on his fingers and works it into his ass. I watch it all, smelling the scent of his pheromones and slick, listening to his soft sighs as he works himself open.

It should be me opening him up, me pressing my fingers inside of him, me making him gasp. I’m possessive of him. It’s more than the bond. It’s so much more.

I remove his hand and replace his fingers with mine. He moans, and I feel that sound all the way in my cock. The need he has for it, the way he feels.

The lust.

It makes me even harder.

I scissor him open and his fingers curl into my chest. Fuck. Yes. Skye.

My Skye.

He crawls up a few inches, my fingers slipping from him only to be replaced by my cock. He sinks onto it slowly, taking me inch by inch. I feel it, the way his rim stretches around my length, the way his body relaxes and shivers.

I feel everything he does.

The bond. Fucking incredible. He may not know that I do. I try to hide it so when this ends, he can move on, but fuck. I can feel him. He’s a part of me.

My hands slip to his waist, and I pull him further onto me, impaling him. His mouth opens on a cry, and then he sighs when I’m balls-deep in him. He engulfs me, completely, effortlessly. His chin tilts down, and our eyes meet.

“So fucking good,” he says as he presses down on my chest and lifts himself up, my cock dragging out of his wet hole before pushing into him once more. Over and over again, he rides me, his eyes never leaving mine. He must feel the way I do.

It’s intimate. Intense.

“Can you feel me?” he asks, leaning forward and brushing his nose against my cheek.

“Yeah. I fucking can, Skye-light. You feel incredible.”

“It feels so good.”

“Mm.” Our mouths collide, our lips brushing, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as I bend my knees and tunnel into him. Fuck, this guy, my mate. Everything is centered on him. I try to control my emotions, but this bond is making it hard for me to keep my cool.

I want to keep him.

I want him forever.

He groans as I piston in and out of him, and the way he tightens around me as he erupts is like a drug. The scent of his cum, of his slick, of his sweat makes me fall over the edge, filling him up and marking him as mine once more.

He falls onto me and nuzzles into my chest.

“It’s weird, right? How in sync we are?”

“Mm,” I say, my hand moving up his smooth back. I can feel him breathing, can feel the small puffs of warm breath against my skin.

Fuck, this is heaven.

“You hungry?” I ask.

“Always trying to feed me. Is that a kink of yours?”

“Just wanna make sure my mate is full.”

He wiggles on top of me, adorably. “I’m full of your cum.”

“Gods,” I murmur, and he grins down at me, some of his hair falling across his forehead. I brush it back as he leans into me.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me living here? Being around you until we can get this bond sorted.”

“I don’t mind it,” I say, even though that’s a lie. I don’t mind, but it’s more than that. I’m fucking happy, elated even. I can’t believe my luck. A smart, hot guy like Skye, being with someone like me. I fucking preen with the thought.

“Good. Sage will get this sorted. I bet we’ll have it all figured out in a few weeks.”

I don’t want it sorted. I want to keep him. But that’s selfish, so I let it go and just roll him onto his back and kiss him senseless. I’m going to take everything I can while he’s still mine.