Page 39 of Pit Stop

SKYE

Three months later…

Maverick packed up his stuff that very night, and the next morning, he followed Rob and me back to our apartment, his two suitcases in the back of his car. I was worried about him not having his motorcycle, but he assured me it was being delivered along with a few other things.

Things he needed while living here with me.

He wasn’t worried about it, so I told myself not to be as well. I was just happy he’d be in my bed every night and would be there after classes were over for the day.

And he was. He was in my bed every night. Through every heat.

He was mine in every way.

I make my way through campus, my heart racing in excitement. It’s the weekend, and Maverick and I are both off. I have some homework to do, but fuck, it’s just gonna be us. Rob is off with friends, leaving us alone in the apartment.

We’ve been trying so hard to be good while he’s around. We’re even fucking quietly. As hard as that is.

Rob’s been endlessly supportive, even if he does grump about how happy we both are. We still haven’t found our own place, but we promised to get one after winter break.

At the moment, neither of us can really afford much.

My feet pick up the pace as I make my way to the parking lot where Maverick is waiting.

As soon as I see him, I feel my cock perk up.

I’m so fucking close to going into heat again, that little moon I bought glowing red, and thank fuck for that.

I’m glad he’s with me for all of them. I don’t want to do it with anyone else.

He’s my first, my one, my only.

I run up to him and cling to him, letting his lips slide across my skin as he holds me to him.

“How was school?” he asks.

“Good, but I’m glad it’s over. We have a three-day weekend, and I get you all to myself.”

He scents me before his lips move up to my mouth, kissing me soundly.

Mmm, so fucking nice. Yes. Just the best.

How did I ever go through life without him? My life was boring, that’s for sure.

“Let’s grab you something to eat and then I’ll take you home.”

“Mm, we can do it all over the apartment. Rob is gone.”

“He’ll kill us if he finds out.”

“You’ll protect me,” I say, and Maverick grins down at me.

“You know I fucking will.”

He hands me the helmet, stuffing my backpack in the satchel on the back of the bike before hopping on. I join him, placing my hands against his chest, resting my cheek against his back. Love how strong he is.

I remember that first time on his bike while in heat, him pulling over on the side of the road to fuck me. The thought has me wet in seconds.

I can feel my heat coming on. My first heat after the unbonding was slower to appear, but it could have just been from the stress of it.

But now I’m on a schedule. The pulse of need is building in me.

I know the signs, the desire to nest, the slick that covers my underwear each day, the way I want him to mark me.

I can’t wait to be knotted by him again.

To feel him stuck inside of me.

To beg him to mark me.

Not that he has. He keeps telling me we need to take it slow, that I need to be sure.

But I fucking am. I am ready.

I can’t imagine anyone else but him.

Maverick takes off down the road, stopping at a newly opened café near school. We probably could have walked, but with the way I’ve been feeling recently, it would have been too risky. If I need to leave immediately, I don’t want to have to walk back to transportation.

We order food, and Maverick makes sure I get dessert as well, and then we eat it outside, at a table under an umbrella.

Maverick has adjusted to city life better than I imagined.

I mean, it’s only been a few months, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the change of pace.

It probably helps that he’s working for a friend in a garage, so that hasn’t really changed.

It’s just the traffic and the noise and the lack of his family, but then again, he never really had one.

Except my brother.

Maverick has always lived on the outside of town, has always been a bit of a loner. But he seems to be content with me out here, riding through traffic and taking me to different places to eat.

We are experiencing life together.

And we are both fucking happy about it.

“You should really not be ordering me desserts,” I say as I lick the spoon, the taste of chocolate pudding exploding across my tongue.

“You really shouldn’t be licking a spoon like that.”

I grin and then wiggle in my seat.

“I think if we fucked tonight, I’d go into heat. I can feel it. I’m soaked right now.”

Maverick’s nostrils flare.

“Better eat that fast, then. Don’t want to have to take you on the side of the road again.”

“Was that really so bad?”

“No, it was fucking good.”

I grin at him and eat slower. By the time I’m done, Maverick is growling, pulling me into his chest, and kissing me senseless before getting on the bike.

When he drives me back home, my hand is shamelessly on his cock. I don’t even care if anyone sees. They can look if they want. He’s mine.

All mine.

As we fall through the apartment door, he’s ripping my clothes off with force, stripping me naked in record time.

I do the same to him, letting my hands drag down his chest to his pierced cock. My mouth waters, and I try to fall to my knees, but Maverick stops me, spinning me around against the kitchen table and spreading my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“Oh gods. Yes. I am. So fucking horny right now.”

He growls and slides two fingers inside, pressing against the small bump inside of me. “Want your heat, Skye-light. Want to knot you.”

I groan as he twists his wrist slightly before pulling out and slotting his cock at my hole.

Yes. Fuck yes.

He pushes inside, and I groan, my fingers dragging along the tabletop. He doesn’t give me any reprieve and I ask for none. Just want him inside. All the way, buried deep.

His hips slam against my ass and then he stops, holding me to him. I’m panting now, my body tensing up.

“More,” I beg as slick coats his dick. It’s so much that it’s dripping down my thighs.

He leans down and scents the back of my neck, licking across my shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna wait right here until you go into heat. And then I’m gonna rut. I’m gonna fuck you right into this table. Haven’t done it here yet.”

I groan as I wiggle back against him, feeling myself so near the precipice.

It’s only when his teeth graze the spot on my neck where he’d mark me that something inside of me snaps.

A gasp falls from my lips, and my hole contracts around him. He grunts, smelling the change in my body, sensing it. He starts to move, fucking me roughly, a slap of skin as he keeps his promise, rutting me right into the table.

I come. Twice. My eyes crossing as I do.

Maverick keeps on, fingers digging into my hips, body slamming into me.

I’m so fucking wet, so fucking gone. When he comes, it’s on a shout, his release filling me, his knot expanding.

I groan as I feel myself take him, my cock spurting once more as he settles against me.

“This is gonna be a fun weekend,” Maverick says as he nips at my ear.

“Mm,” is all I can hum as he slides a hand through my hair and tilts my head, just enough so he can reach my lips. He kisses me softly, our tongues tangling before pressing his forehead to mine.

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asks.

“Kinda, but…” I wiggle against him, and he grunts. “This is also nice.”

“What about you? I wish I could feel you again,” he says.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

We’re silent for a moment, his hand stroking through my hair. I break it when I ask, “Do you want to be mates again? I mean, mated with me again?”

Maverick’s hand stills. “Yeah, I do. But I think we should wait. I want to make sure you really want it this time.”

Maverick seems unsure, but I want him to know that I want it. As long as he wants me, then I’m in this. I want to feel him again, to be as close as we once were.

I huff and then turn as much as I can, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Do you not want me, Mav? Tell me.”

“I do. I fucking do, but I want to make sure that this is what you want for the rest of your life. Because I won’t break it. I won’t go through that again.”

“I do want it. I’ve always wanted it. I just thought it was impossible between us, that it couldn’t work. I was wrong.”

He sighs and then strokes the side of my neck.

“Yeah, I get it. But we should still wait. That would be the responsible thing to do.”

A pout forms on my lips. “Ugh, waiting sucks, Mav. It’s been three months. Come on. I’m serious. Enough already—oh gods.” Heat flares through me. “Again. I need it again.”

My body warms and I grind back against him, fucking against his knot and making Maverick growl.

“Skye.”

“Oh gods, please. More!”

“I can’t, not with you stuck—fuck! Skye!”

I stand up and force my ass to take it, his knot popping in and out of my rim. The feel of it…I’ve never had anything like it. Didn’t know this was even possible, but the way I love it. The way I want to do this every time.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cry out, my eyes closed, my head pressed right against his chest, his hands holding me up.

Maverick is louder now, snapping his teeth, his fingernails dragging across my chest as I fuck myself onto him.

“This is too much, Skye. Oh fuck,” Maverick growls and then his face is resting in the crook of my neck, his breathing brushing across my skin. I don’t stop. I just take his knot inside of me over and over.

It’s driving him crazy. I can sense it, the change in him. More feral, more unhinged.

“Skye,” he says darkly, his lips pressed right there. “You have to stop.”

“Can’t. Want more,” I pant.

Maverick tries to resist, but that inner wolf comes out.

His teeth clamp down on my neck roughly, and I feel it, the snaking of the bond around us. It clenches around my chest, around his. Maverick’s skin almost glows as it tightens, and when his mouth leaves my skin, he does it again. Unable to help himself.

Good , I think. I didn’t expect it, but good.

My cock erupts again and so does Maverick’s, his knot growing even more as he impales me with it.

Our breathing is ragged as we come down from the high of it, Maverick’s body holding me against him.

“Shit,” he murmurs, and I let out a small laugh, feeling the worry he has. “Shit. I told you to stop and now…fuck. I’m sorry.”

My laugh deepens, and Maverick chuckles again, too.

“Don’t be. I’m so fucking happy. I told you I wanted it, and I did. I mean, I didn’t expect it so soon, but that’s just so us, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it seems it is. I didn’t even know an omega could take a knot like that.”

“Well, I did. I’m magical.”

Maverick kisses the mark on my skin, and something inside of me flares.

“Mates,” I say, and he growls against me.

“Mates.”