Page 6 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

THREE

SKYE

The next two days pass in the same manner.

We fuck madly and when each wave passes, we step into the shower and he washes me tenderly.

After I’m dried off, he feeds me and we repeat the process all over again.

I’m sore and exhausted by the time my heat breaks.

It’s mid-morning when I feel myself slowly ebb back to normal.

My hole hurts, a tender ache, and I know I’m going to be walking bowlegged for a few days while I get back to everyday life.

“You okay?” Maverick asks, his cock pressed against my lower back as he holds me tightly.

“I, uh, I think it’s over.”

“Hm?” he asks, his hand sliding up my chest and then gently rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip.

“The heat. I think it’s over.”

He freezes and then he slowly removes himself from me. It’s abrupt and jarring, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he sits up and scrubs at his face. I bet he’s happy this has ended, that he can finally get rid of me.

The thought makes my eyes sting, but I hold it in. I’m just tired. I’m sure that I’ll be back to normal in a few days and this will all be a distant memory.

“Fine,” I whisper and then stretch out on his bed, pulling the covers up over me, hiding myself from him. Which is silly. He’s seen it all.

Tasted it all.

I bite back a groan when I remember yesterday, his face buried between my cheeks as he fucked into me with his tongue. Oh gods, the way I screamed his name.

I am absolutely mortified now that it’s finally passed.

“I’ll make your breakfast. Something with substance,” he says, and then he’s standing up, pulling on some pants, and moving into the kitchen.

I just lie there for a few minutes, trying to gather myself.

The sheets are still sticky with my slick and our cum.

I should move and shower, but I don’t want to.

I don’t want this to be over.

But it is.

It’s the end.

The smell of food makes my stomach grumble, and I move out into the kitchen, wearing one of his oversized shirts. I should have showered, but I’m too fucking famished to bother with it right now. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

“You’ve lost weight,” Maverick says, his eyes moving up and down my body, and I nod.

“Guess I was too focused on fucking,” I say, almost shyly.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I watch him move around the small space, frying me up some bacon and eggs and then throwing some waffles in the toaster oven.

When he finally sets the plate before me, I eat slowly, not wanting to upset my stomach.

“When you’re done, I can drive you back home. If that’s what you want.”

He doesn’t meet my gaze, and I nod, taking a long sip of my coffee.

“Yeah. Thank you. But, like, maybe you could drop me off at the corner, so no one knows where I’ve been.”

His jaw ticks. “I’m not fucking dropping you off at the corner.”

I sigh as I stuff my mouth full of eggs. “Yeah, but like, Forest will murder you when he puts two and two together.”

“No, he won’t. He’s been with omegas during their heats. He knows how important it is. I couldn’t have just left you alone when you needed me.”

I nod, my eyes meeting his, his gaze shuttering.

“All right, but it’s your funeral.”

“I’ll gladly accept it,” he says, turning away and shoving half a waffle in his mouth. I finish up my breakfast and then move to the small bathroom, washing up in the shower. Alone, and feeling slightly despondent. Who would have thought I’d feel this way about Maverick?

Liar. You’ve always been intrigued by him. Admit it. You just said you hated him, but you secretly wanted him.

I won’t admit it, I tell myself. I refuse.

Dressing slowly, I watch as he pulls the sheets from the bed and stuffs them in the washing machine as if he wants to forget this happened as soon as possible.

When he’s done, he drives me to my parents’ house in his car, silence thick between us. I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem to cover it.

But I manage it anyway.

“Thanks again,” I say when he turns onto our street.

He nods, his hands fisting the steering wheel tightly.

“I know you must’ve had to miss a day or two of work. I’m sorry that this whole thing was such an inconvenience.”

His gaze slashes to mine. “I told you before and I’ll say it again. It wasn’t.”

I swallow and nod, turning my eyes back to the road. “I hope we can go back to normal after this. I don’t want it to be awkward.”

“Yeah, we can. It’ll all work out.”

He doesn’t look at me but still shuts the car off, gets out, and walks me up to the front door.

Forest is in the garage, his eyes narrowing as we approach. I’m sure that despite the shower, he can still smell Maverick on me. The number of times he came inside of me was…well, I lost track of it. It’s still leaking from my ass at this very moment.

“What the fuck are you doing, Mav?” Forest says, moving toward us, his hands still greasy from working on the car. They fist around a dirty rag, and I wince at what’s about to come.

“Nothing. Just bringing Skye home.”

Forest sniffs and cracks his neck. “Are you?”

“Yes. As you can see, he’s well.”

I can feel their alpha hormones rolling off them. It’s not sexy at all…well, not really. Maverick getting feral is kind of making my hole leak a little, but I suppress it. It’s over and done with.

Whatever the past several days were, it’s over. My family has always been overprotective of me. Probably because I’m the only omega in my brood of brothers, and they all know I have big plans for my future. But Forest has warned all his friends away from me.

“He won’t be shackled to any of you losers.”

Don’t know why he made such a big deal about it when none of them were interested in me to begin with.

“Fuck off,” Maverick says, pulling me a little closer to him. “He’s tired.”

Forest’s face darkens. “I can tell.”

“He needs to rest, so your little fit can wait. Where’s your dad?”

Forest huffs in frustration and then throws a thumb over his shoulder. “Inside.”

Maverick nods and then moves me forward. I can hear my brother’s knuckles cracking as we move up the steps.

“He’s mad,” I whisper, and Maverick nods.

“I can handle him. Just go and rest. Your body needs it.”

I glance up at him, adjusting my glasses once more. I feel weak and so bone tired. I suddenly want to cry. I blink rapidly and sniffle. I want to lean into him, to have him hold me the rest of the day, for his touch to comfort me.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks again,” I say as my dad makes an appearance, a concerned look on his face.

“Oh,” my dad says, visibly taken aback, and I avert my gaze, not wanting to see him look at me like this. He has to know what happened, and I’m so fucking embarrassed. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“It was my pleasure,” Maverick says, dipping his chin. Our eyes clash, and I sniffle loudly once more.

“Yeah. Thanks,” I mumble.

He hesitates a moment and then turns and stalks out the door, leaving me to lean against my dad.

“You okay?” he asks, and I nod, squeezing him gently once and then hobbling up the stairs, my ass twinging as I go.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” he says awkwardly, and I just send up a wave. He’s an alpha. He has no idea what the hell I just went through, how raw and vulnerable I feel right now.

I should never have let my first time be during a heat. I should have lost my virginity earlier. Maverick suddenly feels like so much more in this moment. He means something to me now even though I know nothing can ever come from it.

I walk into my bedroom and fall onto the bed, pulling one of my blankets up over my shivering body. Suddenly, I’m so cold.

And so very alone.

Fuck my hormones. Fuck Maverick for taking care of me so well.

I do not like him. Not at all.

Everything will go back to normal in a few days.

I’m sure of it.

“So, what the fuck is going on with you and Mav?” Forest asks me the next day. He’s given me some space, but I could feel him lingering, wanting to ask me this ever since I arrived home.

But I don’t wanna tell him. I’m so fucking humiliated.

And I’m godsdamn lonely. I miss Mav’s hands on me, his lips. Fuck. I don’t want to be that loser who pines after a man who doesn’t want me. I’m better than that. Or at least I hope I am.

“Nothing is going on between us. It was a terrible coincidence.”

Forest doesn’t even hesitate before he asks, “Mav said the same thing. Where exactly were you when you met him and went into heat?”

I scoff and feel my cheeks redden. “Um, that’s none of your business.”

Forest’s dark hair falls into his face and he pushes it back, and those eyes that are so similar to our dad’s meet mine. “Why not?”

I’m too tired for this shit. Going into heat really took it out of me and I don’t even want to think about how my other brothers will react when they find out. Thankfully, no one seems to have blabbered about it. They would have descended on me like rabid wolves.

“Because.”

I have no other reason not to tell him, except that I had my first time at a glory hole. And gods, I don’t want my brother to know about that. Not ever.

His gaze bores into mine and his eyes narrow. “Oh fuck. You went to The Pit Stop.”

My mouth opens and closes. “No. Absolutely not. I would never. I don’t even know what that is.”

He rolls his eyes and points a finger at me. “You fucking did. I know where Mav goes on the weekends.”

Oh, does he? I don’t like that at all. For some reason, my mind and body think he’s mine, which is ridiculous.

That can never happen.

“Oh, fuck off.” My cheeks are so hot they’re melting. Pretty soon I’ll just be a skeleton.

“Gods, I can’t believe you. Why the hell would you go to a fucking glory hole in that place? There are much better and cleaner ones around.”

I plug my ears. “I don’t want to know. I really don’t.”

He grabs on to my wrists and pulls my hands from my head. “Seriously, Skye. Stay away from The Pit Stop and stay away from Mav. He’s no good for you.”