Page 1 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

ONE

SKYE

I knowthat this is a terrible decision, but I can’t quite make my feet turn around. I’m determined. I’m taking my future into my own hands. I refuse to stay the twenty-year-old virgin loser I’ve sadly become.

I’ve been so busy with my engineering studies and trying to keep my grades up that I’ve lost track of things like socialization and dating.

I haven’t even had time to think about it either.

Until now. Now I’ve thought about it, long and hard. And for some reason, it’s always on my mind. Like an itch I can’t scratch. Night after night, I’ve felt the urge to fuck, and now I’ve finally decided to take matters into my own hands.

I could easily go onto an app and find a hookup, but that’s not a sure thing. What if I meet the person who’s going to stick his cock in me and I don’t like what I see?

Or what if they don’t like what they see? I’m not the hottest guy. More like minimally average. I’m kind of on the nerdy loser end of the scale with my gangly limbs and glasses. I’m nothinglike these alpha males with their big muscles and tall statures. I fall impressively behind in all scores.

Listen, the truth is, the chances of me getting a dick stuffed in my ass are relatively slim. I know this. You would know it if you could see me.

So, what I’m about to do helps in that regard. I won’t have to actually see the person who is going to fuck me and they won’t have to look at me either. I just have to bend over and take it. Then I’ll have accomplished my goal and will no longer be a virgin. And the guy whose dick will be up my ass will get some sexual relief too. It’s a win-win.

Yep. I am the smartest. This is the way to go.

I adjust my black-framed glasses on my nose and pick up the pace as I cross the street. The establishment my friend, Rob, told me to go to is a little shadier than I’d like, with the scent of alphas filling the air around me, but I should be safe. I haven’t gone into heat yet.

I probably won’t for another few years. I’m a late bloomer, and I’m okay with that. I don’t want to be beholden to some dickish alpha with a fat cock.

I mean, the cock isn’t the problem. It’s the dickish attitude most of them have.

Especially Maverick McCullen. The asshole.

He’s been my older brother’s best friend since they were in middle school. But he’s far from a middle schooler now. No, he’s not the scrawny, angry kid he once was. Now he’s built, with tattooed muscles that bulge and flex when he moves, and a wicked smile that sets my nerves flaring.

Not that he ever smiles at me. It always slips from his face when he catches me watching him. He’ll be laughing with my brother, Forest—the two of them doing manly shit, all dirty and grimy—but as soon as he catches my watchful gaze, the smile slips.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m so different from him. Where he’s into motorcycles and talking about blowing shit up, I like to sit on the porch and study. I bet he’s never even set foot in a college classroom. Actually, I’m almost positive he hasn’t. I think he works for his dad in a garage.

Fuck if I know. I don’t really fit in with any of my four older brothers. They’re all so…alpha. And I’m not. I’m most definitely not. My poor dad. He wanted all big, manly men, and here I am—shy, skinny, and a little too smart for his taste. An omega through and through.

My mom would have loved me, I think as I continue trudging across the gravel parking lot. Motorcycles fill the spaces, and a few muscle cars sit next to each other, like trophies. As I approach the bar, the scent grows stronger, the warm summer air adding to its potency. Something shifts slightly in me, and I rub at my chest.

Yeah, I smell you.

I veer to the right, looking for the backdoor that leads to the bathrooms, trying to avoid actually having to speak to anyone. I wouldn’t know what to say.

Oh, hi, I’m here to get fucked through a hole?

No thank you. My business is my own. I had to lie to my dad about where I was going tonight. I told him I was headed to a study group. Gods, if any of them found out, they’d mock me relentlessly.

I turn a corner and let out a sigh of relief. There it is, the entrance to where Rob has gone a few times to suck cock through a hole in the wall. The place where I’m going to bend over and take it like a man.

My wet, slick hole clenches as I make a beeline for it, avoiding eye contact with the men on their motorcycles just arriving. Long beards, leather jackets, leering eyes. I bet they can smell me, can tell why I’m here.

Well, they can fuck right off. Unless one of them sticks their dick through that glory hole and wedges it up my ass—then they can fuck me.

I snort lightly as I stop in front of a rickety door. Are those bullet holes?I don’t want to know, I think as I grab the rusty handle and pull the door open. The hinges squeak as it moves, and I step inside a dimly lit bathroom. My eyes adjust, and I take in the crumbling paint, the sink tilted slightly sideways, and then the broken mirror.

Well, I’m not here for the scenery.

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