Page 22 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

SKYE

I spend the next morning tidying up the trailer and organizing all my things, Maverick helping me. He makes sure to touch me as often as possible, and he’s gone down on me twice.

Who knew I’d be such a sex fiend?

“What are these?” Maverick asks, holding up the bag of sex toys I fetched from the driveway. My cheeks flush. Not that I should be embarrassed. He’s been inside of me. Everywhere.

“My toys,” I say, swiping the bag from him.

“Yeah? Show me,” he says lowly, something moving through me, lust and excitement. He thinks it’s sexy. I open the bag and pull out the few dildos I bought.

He stares at them, wetting his lips. “Hmm…I think we could use those.”

“We can?” I ask as he moves closer to me, his fingers landing on my hips, pulling me into him.

“Yeah, Skye. I could do all sorts of things with those. Fill you up on both ends.”

The way he says that, the way he feels, hot and thick. I shudder and moan as he presses a kiss to my neck.

“Yeah, we should totally do that.”

“We will,” he promises before pulling away. “But first, we need to get to work. Gotta pay the bills. And you, smart Skye, need to study.”

The way he says that has me melting into him. I thought I hated him all those weeks ago, but really, I just wanted him and didn’t think he could ever want me back. I can’t deny the truth anymore. I love his attention on me.

He wets his lips, looking at me, and then groans. “You look really fucking hot though in those tight pants.”

I stare down at them. “They’re just normal skinny jeans.”

“Yeah, but you look amazing.”

He pulls me into him. “I better get us both off before we head out, or I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself at work. Could really be bad.”

“So bad,” he growls as he pulls me into him, picking me up with ease and carrying me back to the bed. “Now keep the pants on but take that dick out. I want to suck it.”

My eyes stray toward Maverick far too often throughout the day. He hands me a popsicle after lunch and I make sure to suck it long and slow, promising him things with my mouth for when we get home.

By the time the workday ends, he drags me into his car, kissing me fiercely until his friends whistle at us.

“Fuckers,” he murmurs, and I find myself laughing.

“They’re menaces.”

“They should all die.”

“Oh my gods, no.” I’m giggling as his hand falls onto my thigh, dragging upward until his fingertips brush my groin.

“Mav,” I groan, and he revs the engine.

“Driving me crazy all day. Licking that popsicle.”

“I’ll do that to your dick,” I say, and he drives faster.

“You will, while I stuff you with that dildo you bought.”

I groan louder as he zips down the darkening street. By the time we make it back to the trailer, I’m ready to strip naked, but our plans are sadly put on hold when we see River and Sage waiting for us outside.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” Maverick growls, shutting the car off.

“Gods, I don’t know.”

He turns to look at me. “Get them out of here.”

I huff a laugh and tuck my cock under my waistband. “On it.”

But I’m unsuccessful, especially when River pulls me into a hug and Sage announces that they wanted to make sure we’re eating properly.

“They bought us food,” I whisper to Mav as we enter the trailer, my brothers grabbing bags from the car. “We can’t turn them away.”

He sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. “Fine. I’ll grill and we’ll have dinner together, but then they’re gone. I have plans for you.”

I shiver as River and Sage peek their heads inside and then pinch their noses.

“Yep, no. We can’t go in there. Smells like sex,” Sage says. “And sorry, I love you, Skye, but I don’t want to think about you getting railed.”

River bobs his head and then the door shuts, leaving me to stand there, chuckling.

“Maybe we should fuck all around the trailer and outside too. Keep your family out for good,” Mav says.

I gasp and then feel my cheeks blush as I imagine it. “I mean, we could.”

Mav’s nostrils flare as he moves toward me, his lips lowering to mine, but before he can reach them, a knock on the door pulls us apart.

“Come on! I’m hungry,” River whines, and Mav sighs.

“Fine,” Maverick growls and then turns and stalks outside. I need a minute to gather myself, trying to tamp down my cock as I stand there. But it’s hard when I’m so in tune with him, when I crave him so badly.

It’s just the bond , I tell myself as I grab some drinks and make my way outside. Maverick is holding up some sliced eggplant, his eyebrow arched as Sage speaks.

“It’s good. I promise. It’s just healthier than meat.”

River snorts. “I love meat though. In my mouth.”

I roll my eyes at River’s comment as Maverick stares at him. “I do too, but I’m not sure about eggplants. I’ve never even seen this vegetable before.”

“Well, you’ll love it and your heart will thank you.”

Maverick looks unsure, but he still grills them while Sage, River, and I sit in lounge chairs, River drinking a beer while Sage and I sip on wine coolers.

“So, how has it been living here? You guys need anything?” Sage asks as River lets out a large burp.

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

“No, I think we’re good. I don’t even know how long I’ll be here.” I look at my brother, not making eye contact with Maverick. “Have you heard from Red?”

“Not yet. I called and texted him. He’s notoriously difficult to nail down. But I’m sure we can get an invite as soon as I’m able to meet with him.”

“You think he’ll do this for me?” I ask, and Sage nods.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t he?”

I don’t know, and part of me hopes it doesn’t work out, but then I think about my future. Maverick’s future. Us being together isn’t tenable. It’s just not. As hot as the sex is, as easy as the two of us are together, it just won’t work long-term.

We both have lives that need to be lived apart after this summer.

I peer up at Maverick, who is focused on the grill, his shoulders slightly tense.

I hope he didn’t hear any of that.

“So, what do we eat with this weird plant?” Maverick finally asks, flipping them over.

Sage pulls something out of the bag. “I have this sauce that you can dip them in. It’s really delicious.”

Maverick still looks unsure. “I don’t know if this will fill me up. I’m going to grill some steaks as well.”

“It’s much more filling than you’d think but go ahead. Make sure to get those steak juices on the eggplant, please.”

Maverick eyes Sage and then disappears inside, returning with the meat.

“You know, if you like meat so much, you should just eat it,” I tell Sage.

“I’m doing it ethically. I’m trying to be a better alpha.”

“By not eating meat,” River snorts. “Get it? Meat. Like a dick. Man meat.”

None of us laugh at that while River continues chuckling to himself. I turn my gaze to Maverick. The scent of him mixes with the food he’s grilling and my mouth waters for more than one reason.

I want his meat in my mouth.

Gods, I want to suck it. It’s all I can think about as he finishes cooking, handing me a plate first, with some steak and a bit of eggplant.

I eat both, trying to occupy my mind with something other than sex. Because if I let myself, I will lean over and stuff my mouth with his cock. I’m pretty sure my brothers don’t want to see that.

I guarantee it, actually.

We chat about life and how my brothers’ jobs are going until, at last, they get up and leave, promising to be in touch soon. Maverick and I wave to them and then bring all the dishes inside. I get to work washing them, Maverick moving to put things away in the fridge.

“I hate eggplant, by the way. Shitty vegetable.”

I snort and turn to look at him, my hands sudsy. “It wasn’t so bad.”

Maverick eyes me and then moves toward me, his hands sliding around my waist. His nose slides against my neck and I feel the warm puff of his breath against me.

“I’m trying to do the dishes,” I halfheartedly protest, my cock perking up anyway.

“I’m not stopping you,” he says as he moves his fingers to the front of my pants, popping open the button and reaching down to cup my cock. I groan and lean back slightly, my fingers resting on the edge of the counter, water dripping down the cabinets.

“You’re making a mess,” he grumbles, continuing to paw at my cock.

“It’s your fault,” I reply, feeling lust wrap around me, pulling my balls up tight as he continues to stroke me.

“I guess I can wait,” I whimper, knowing he can feel how horny I am. The bond makes everything so clear. “Or since you’re so desperate for it, I could get on my knees right here and take care of you.”

I murmur a yes and then hear Maverick hit the ground, my pants and underwear tugged down with him. My cock pops out and taps the cabinet in front of me.

His fingers curl against my ass cheeks and he nuzzles into me, inhaling deeply.

“Love your scent. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. How good you fucking smelled.”

I whimper at his words as his tongue lashes out and drags up my crack, making me buck forward.

“Better keep washing those dishes,” Maverick says, and I groan as I try to wash a plate, but I can’t keep my hands steady enough to do it.

His tongue is pushing inside of me, his moans filling the space around us, and I’m left to just clutch the edge of the counter as I try to keep myself from coming.

But it’s futile. Of course it is. It’s him.

He has a hold over me. I’d say it’s just the bond, but I know better. It’s him.

“Come around my tongue,” Maverick says, thrusting it back inside of me and making me cry out, slick leaking down my thighs. He groans lowly and rough as he laps at it, thrusting in and out of me, his hand moving between my legs and stroking me.

It’s enough to have me falling over the edge, my cum hitting the floor, dripping down his hands as I shake violently. When I finally turn around, my glasses crooked on my nose, I see Maverick licking his digits, his pupils blown out, his face wet from my mess.