Page 5 of Pit Stop

“Yeah, Nox, can you bring me some groceries, man, and a few changes of sheets? I have an omega here…”

I hear a laugh on the other end of the line, and I frown as I pick up a piece of melon and chew on it. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but fuck, that’s nice. It’s juicy and ripe, making my mouth salivate as I chew. I needed this more than I thought.

Still, my stomach churns with the thought of his friends finding out that I’m the one he’s fucking. Forest’s nerdy little brother. How pathetic.

How mortifying.

I’m sure Maverick’s embarrassed as well.

He probably wants to pretend he’s with someone else.

“Thanks, man, yeah. It’s gonna be a long few days.”

I huff in annoyance at that, telling myself to move away from him, but I just lean in further, much to my utter mortification.

When he hangs up, he tosses his phone to the side and then helps feed me, sliding bits of fruit between my lips almost tenderly.

It’s really sweet of him, and I try not to like it too much.

I really try to hate it, actually.

Doesn’t work. By the time I’ve had a glass of water and eaten all the fruit, I’ve completely nuzzled into him. His arms come around me, and he pulls me into his large chest.

“I’m sorry you have to do all this for me,” I say. “I know you’re embarrassed.”

“What?” he asks, his hands sliding up my back and cupping the nape of my neck.

“I know it’s going to be a long few days. Like you said. If you want to ask another alpha…”

He growls, the rumble moving through his chest loudly, his hand clutching me tighter.

“Don’t even fucking suggest it.”

I swallow, and now my eyes are stinging. I’m suddenly so emotional. I never get like this. He’s right. I am clinical, annoyingly so. Must be the hormones.

“Okay.”

“We’ll get through this and then we can…we can figure out what to do after.”

I don’t know what that means, but I let it go. I’m suddenly exhausted. Swiping at my tired eyes, I bury my face in his neck and finally let myself fall asleep.

I wake up with an insatiable need inside of me. I can feel how wet I am and how much I want something to fill me. It’s so weird needing this when for years, I never needed it. Never wanted it. And now I feel like I may die without it.

I groan as I arch into the warm body beneath me.

“Maverick. Mav,” I moan as I crawl up his body and sink down onto his hard dick. I don’t even let him wake up first. I just know that if I’m not filled soon, I will ache in the worst possible way.

He groans, still half-asleep, but slowly moves his hands to my hips and helps me fuck down onto him.

“Need you,” I moan. “Need you.”

“Yeah, baby. I’m here, Skye-light. I’m here,” he says groggily.

“Oh gods,” I say as I sit up and palm his chest, bouncing on him.

He stares up at me with lidded eyes, his hair askew, his jaw now sporting a little more stubble.

“You’re so hot. So hot,” I groan, clearly delusional to even be saying these words out loud.

“You are too,” he replies. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I huff and then arch my hips back, rocking on him at a different angle and making my eyes cross.

He reaches between us and strokes my dick, and my mouth parts in a silent scream.

I’ve never felt this need before, this desire to be stuffed full at all hours of the day.

Sex was always an idea in the back of my mind, a physical action, but I can see why people are emotionally overwhelmed when doing it. I can see it now.

I fucking understand.

When I come, I coat his chest and then feel him bend his knees and fuck up into me, his nostrils flaring as his knot starts to grow inside of me.

I moan at the sensation, continuing to grind against him, making his dick pulse again. And when he’s done, the two of us coming down from the high of it, I flop down on his chest and feel the tug of his bulge against my rim.

“It’s so good,” I whisper. “Why is it so good?”

“’Cause it’s me.”

I huff a laugh and then press my lips to his Adam’s apple. If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted to kiss his tattooed neck since I met him all those years ago. Not that I let myself even fantasize about it. I just let the thought slip into my head before discarding it completely.

Guys like Maverick don’t go for nerds like me. And the way he looks at me…well, he’s never been interested in what I have to offer. He’s only doing this out of obligation, and the smell of my pheromones is making him behave irrationally.

But it doesn’t even matter because I have no room for him in my life. I’m already drowning in my engineering courses, and I have big plans for after graduation—goals of helping with environmental sustainability.

The fact is, his life is here, and I plan on moving away as soon as I finish college. I won’t let being an omega define who I am and what I can achieve.

But I can’t deny that he’s being very helpful at the moment.

“You have such a nice cock. That piercing does things to me.”

“Glad you approve. Figured if you ever saw my dick, you’d just scowl at it.”

I laugh again, the vibration making my ass flex around his length.

“I mean, under normal circumstances, I probably would, but right now, I love it.”

His hands skirt down my back and cup my ass cheeks.

“Glad you love something about me.”

“Right now, I love everything about you,” I admit and then stretch my legs out, making us both moan at the feeling. “Especially that knot. It’s fucking nice, Mav.”

“Yeah, seems your ass likes it just fine.”

We both chuckle at that and then we lie there in comfortable silence, listening to the air-conditioner turn on and cool our overheated skin.

“How are we gonna go back to the way things were after this?” I ask, tracing a skull etched on his bicep. It flexes under my touch, and I realize I may actually miss this. Miss these parts of him.

“I don’t know. Guess you could go back to scowling at me from the porch and snipping at me every time I speak.”

“I do not scowl.”

“You do,” he says, a grin in his voice. “You glower at me from behind those hot-as-fuck glasses.”

Those words make me lean up so I can see his face. “You think my glasses are hot?”

Even in the dim light, I can see his cheeks flush.

“They’re okay.”

“You said it. You think they’re hot,” I say with a grin. “You can’t take it back.”

He rolls his eyes and then looks away. “Yeah, okay. You’re…cute.”

“Cute. You said I was sexy earlier.”

His cheeks darken, and he glances away. “You can be.”

“It’s probably just the heat making us say crazy things,” I say and then nuzzle back against him. “That’s totally it.”

He grumbles something I can’t make out as I doze off.

I wake again, agonizingly empty. Maverick is gone, and the bed is empty and cold. I start to whine, and then hear Maverick rustling around in the kitchen.

“I’ll be right there. My friend dropped off groceries for us and new sheets for us.”

“Oh, okay,” I say and then reach down and squeeze my dick. Oh hell. This is torture.

My fingers brush down the underside of me and then move across my taint to my wet, stretched hole. I press two fingers inside and sigh, needing more but knowing I need to wait. Maverick deserves a break too.

And I am hungry. I should definitely eat.

“Shit, Skye,” Maverick says when he steps into the bedroom and sees my fingers pushed into me. He has a bowl and a bottle of water in his hands and he sets them down on the bedside table, pulling my fingers from my hole and replacing it with his hard dick.

With a quick thrust, he’s inside of me and then we’re fucking like crazed rabbits, our skin slapping loudly until we both come, his knot stretching me once more.

“Better?” he asks breathlessly as he falls on top of me and rolls us to the side.

I nod, feeling so relaxed.

“I brought you some food and water. You need to drink.”

“You do, too.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” I ask as he helps me take a sip of water and then feeds me some yogurt and fruit with a spoon.

I watch him intently as he nods, his gaze laser-focused on me.

“I’ll be fine, Skye. This is about you. We just need to get you through this.”

“Thank you,” I say and then burrow into him when I’m done eating, his knot still hard inside of me.

When he finally slips out of me, he pulls me into the shower and washes me slowly, almost reverently. When we’re both clean, he settles me on the sofa as he changes the sheets, and then we crawl back into bed, my body pressed against his, my face nuzzled into his neck.

“I thought again about messaging your brother when I was changing the sheets,” he says, and I frown, staring up at him.

I huff in annoyance, but then his hands slide down and press against my sides, pulling me further into him, and at the moment, I can’t be upset. He just feels so good against me. I’ll never admit it, but right now, this is heaven.

“Don’t tell him. He’ll be unhappy with my life choices.”

“I know, trust me. I know. But fuck, how am I supposed to keep this from him?”

“I dunno. I’ll message and say I’m staying with a friend for a bit. Do you know where my phone is?”

“Here,” he says, reaching over and handing it to me. “I plugged it in so it’s charged.”

I sigh and then lean up and run my nose against his jaw. “Thank you. How kind.”

“I live to serve you.”

I scoff at that and then sigh as I turn my phone on and stare down at the missed messages. Some are from Rob, some from my dad and brothers. “I really don’t want my family to find out that it’s you knotting me.”

“Does it really bother you?” he asks, his body suddenly feeling tense under mine.

“I mean, yes. I don’t want them to know I had sex with you. That I was desperate and begging you for it.”

His fingers are still on me but not moving, and I feel him holding his breath.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? I mean, you could have anyone, and here you are with me.”

“Shut up, Skye,” he breathes out. “Stop saying that.”

“No, I mean it. People are going to make fun of you. I’m not the one people are clamoring to get with. I mean, there’s a reason I haven’t had a partner, or like, a date. Ever.”

His hands tighten against me, and then I feel his fingers move to my chin, directing my gaze toward his.

“You have no idea what I think.”

I swallow and feel my eyes sting. “No, I don’t. And I don’t need to either. This is just sex. Just a short romp to get me through my heat.”

His nostrils flare, and he nods. “Yeah. Guess that’s all it is.”

He glances away from me, his hand dropping from my face, and we sit there in stilted silence, me worrying my bottom lip until it’s nearly bleeding, and Maverick brooding.

That is until my body cramps up again, and I feel my hole grow wet.

Knowing I’m out of time, I quickly type out a brief message and send it to my family before throwing my phone onto the bed.

I gasp as Maverick picks me up and settles me on his cock, just letting me warm him as we continue to sit there.

His hand gently massages my hard cock until I’m coming and then he brings me over the edge again and again until I fall asleep in his arms, his cock still deep inside of me, not knotting me, but filling me.

I don’t ache when I’m with him , I think as I doze off.

I don’t feel so alone.