Page 30 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

MAVERICK

When I said that no one’s ever stood up for me, I meant it. Not my dad—who is long dead, not my mom, and certainly not my incarcerated brother. All of them are shit. The only one who came close to standing up for me was Forest, but it was nothing like what Skye did back there.

He never talked to my mom that way.

He’s thrown a few punches in bars and some drunken verbal jabs at people who insulted me, but he’s never really taken a stand.

Fuck, the way I want to possess Skye, to show him how much I loved it is unreal.

I nearly drive us off the road in my haste to get back home.

But as soon as we’re inside, I’m on him, ripping his clothes off and sinking my teeth into him.

I can’t fucking stop myself. The way he smells, the sounds he makes as I lift him against the wall and sink into him.

Gods, this man.

This fucking man.

I never thought I’d have a chance with him, and here I am, mated to him.

He stood up for me. He took my side when he didn’t need to, when he knows this will inevitably end.

I rut into him, feeling his slick drip down my hard length as I kiss him roughly, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on it.

Skye is mewling, moaning, and making the sexiest noises as I pump my cock into him.

I can feel how much he likes this, how eager he is for it. I can’t believe I was his first.

His only.

My hands clutch his ass as I hold him steady and piston my hips back and forth, sensing the slight change in him as he starts to come. His release splashes between us and Skye gasps, his cock still spurting as more slick drips down my cock.

“Oh fuck. Oh gods. I’m going into heat again.”

The smell of it…I growl and grip him tighter, fucking into his tight ass at a punishing pace.

He bounces against me, holding on tightly, his fingernails digging into my skin as I continue to fuck him.

And when I come, my knot grows, thick and pulsing, stretching his rim until he’s sighing contentedly against me.

His head rests on my shoulder, his lips trailing across my skin.

“I can’t believe it happened so soon,” he whispers as I bring him to the bed and we fall gently onto the mattress. The way my knot feels inside of him when I move is unspeakable. I can’t even begin to describe how good it is.

I’ve been with several omegas during heats, but never has it been as amazing as this.

Because it’s him.

My Skye-light.

Mine.

For now.

Skye burrows into my chest, his cock still hard between us, so I roll us to our sides and reach down, stroking his dick until he’s crying out again.

Oh, I love how he makes such a mess, how the entire trailer smells of him long after, and how I smell of him as well.

I’m going to miss this when he’s gone.

“I think after bonding, the first few heats come at unpredictable times. If we were to stay bonded, it would become more stable. You’d be able to track it.”

“Yeah,” Skye says as he wiggles closer to me, nipping at my skin. “I don’t want to think about that right now, though. I just want you to fuck me again and again until I can’t breathe.”

“Mm,” I reply, loving that idea. “I can do that.”

“You better. And when I’m able to focus, I have so many questions. About your family, if you want to tell me.”

I hold him close, scenting him as I do. Of course I want to tell him. I want him to know everything about me, even the bad things. I don’t want any barriers between us. Perhaps that’s why I brought him to my mom’s work.

Because if he wants me after all of that, then he’s better than I expected.

But of course he is. He’s always been fucking amazing.

So far out of my league. My mom knew it the minute she saw him and exploited it. Like she always does. But he’s still here with me, letting me knot him and take care of him, and he wants to know more about me.

Things I haven’t even shared with Forest.

Skye’s eyelids flutter shut, and I watch him sleep soundly for about thirty minutes.

As he does, my knot deflates and I slip from him.

I doze until he wakes a while later, and with a feverish desperation, he pushes me to my back and sinks onto my dick, riding me roughly until cum erupts from his cock.

But it doesn’t give him any relief, so I flip him onto his back and pump into him, taking him harder.

Our skin slaps, the bond between us wrapping around us both, tightening deliciously until I release into him, knotting him once more.

He gives a satisfied sigh as he winds his legs around my lower back and pulls me onto his chest. His fingers card through my hair, and for a moment, I worry I’m crushing him, but relax when I realize he’s stronger than I give him credit for.

“So, tell me everything. I wanna know.”

“Right now?” I ask, rubbing my nose against his neck, feeling the rapid heartbeat in his chest.

“Yeah, now. It seems like a good time.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, where is your dad?”

“Dead.”

Skye tenses slightly. “You don’t seem upset by it.”

“It was a long time ago. And he was a shit dad, so no, I’m not.”

“And your brother? James?”

“You caught that, huh?”

He nods, and I lean up, staring down at him. Fuck, he’s so sexy, those dark eyes and long lashes, the cute way his glasses sit on his nose.

“James is older than me by seven years. Got into a lot of trouble. Never did have any self-preservation. Ended up in jail the first time for selling wolfcane.”

“Shit. Seriously?”

“Yeah, he’s an idiot. Grew it in his basement when he moved into his own place. Was behind bars for a few years for selling it, and when he got out, he went right back in for a bar fight. Killed a dude. I don’t know if he’ll ever be paroled. Especially not if he’s now stabbed someone…”

“Shit. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about it. He was never there for me. Treated me like shit mostly. I spent a lot of time with my uncle at his garage, working. My mom never liked her brother, which is why she keeps making comments about where I work and the people I hang out with.”

“Well, I think you’ve done well for yourself.”

“Have I? I don’t think so. I live in a shit area, in a shit trailer, with no real future.”

“Mav,” Skye says, his hands brushing down my back. “You’re not the loser you make yourself out to be.”

“I am compared to you.”

Those gorgeous eyes blink at me and he leans up, kissing me softly.

My tongue pushes into his mouth and what starts as something sweet, ends up rough and frantic.

The knot inside of him almost seems to swell as he writhes on it, panting and moaning, and when I come again, it’s almost like I’m trying to impregnate him.

Like I’m trying to spill directly into his womb.

Even though I know that’s not possible, it’s still hot to think about.

Skye groans as his rim expands around my knot and his dick explodes once more. I can feel it, the intensity of his orgasm. I love being connected to him like this. It’s unreal.

“I didn’t mean for you spilling about your life to end up with sex, but oh gods, it was good. I can’t even be mad about it.”

“Same.”

His legs fall from my back, and he sets his feet on the bed, flexing his hole around me. It feels far too good. The way I want to just stay inside of him.

My arms bracket him as I brace myself over him.

“You’re so hot,” Skye says, his hands dragging down my chest. My muscles bunch and flex under his touch and I feel myself shiver. “I can’t believe you want me.”

“’Course I want you.”

“Yeah, but I mean, look at you. You’re so out of my league.”

“I feel the same about you.”

Skye stares at me, and I lean down and nibble on his collarbone, feeling his sigh of contentment pierce my chest.

“Well, then we’re even, I guess. I just want you to know that you deserve more from your mom. She doesn’t treat you well. She wasn’t saying nice things. And I know that we won’t be together much longer, but you’re always welcome in our family.”

I should lean up slightly and kiss him, but I don’t want him to see the wetness in my eyes.

He can already feel the sadness sliding through me.

“I get why you always hang around now. I’m sorry if I ever made mean comments to you. I didn’t know, and honestly, Mav, my family loves you. None of them mind that you’re always there.”

That apology. I wasn’t expecting that.

I sniffle slightly and swallow. “Thanks, but Forest is still pissed we’re mated. Not sure he’ll ever forgive me for that.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t know it would happen. It’s not like we planned it, but still. It feels nice to know what it could be like with someone. At least I have something to aspire to.”

I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t have to aspire to anything, that we could keep this bond and make it work, but I feel his heat flare again, his slick wetting my dick as he gasps in desperation. I know that right now, my goal is to keep him happy, to make him feel safe and satiated.

Everything else can wait.

And if we’re meant to be together, then so be it. It will all work out in the end.