Page 10 of Pit Stop

Maverick tenses and then grabs my chin gently, forcing my gaze back to his.

“What do you mean you haven’t done this before?”

“I told you that already. I haven’t had sex before. So it’s good to know that I’m good at it.”

His eyes widen slightly right before they close. “Fuck. Me. I knew you said something like that in the woods but I was distracted, and I thought you were talking about how this is your first heat fuck. I didn’t realize…”

“That I was a virgin? I mean, yeah. Like I said, I didn’t mean for this to happen, nor did I mean for it to be you.”

“I know. You’ve said.”

I sigh and trace my fingers down his neck to his chest and peer at the tattoo there. I’ve seen it before, an engine with long wings on either side.

“What does this mean?”

He huffs, his fingers flexing on my hip. “Nothing, just thought it was cool.”

I touch the feathers fanning out from the metal and let that sit between us. “You sure? It really has no significance?”

“Just that I like motorcycles, I guess.”

“You’re such a typical guy,” I say, and he scoffs.

“You’re a guy too.”

“Yeah, but I’m different.”

He regards me for a second and then swallows. “Yeah, you are.”

It’s said so lowly I almost miss it, but before I can address it, he shifts and I gasp.

“Sorry,” he says.

“No, it’s fine. Feels good actually. You know, I always hated the thought of a heat. It seems so degrading, you know? But really, it’s not so bad.”

Maverick laughs softly. “Yeah, it’s intense, but it does feel good.”

“Have you ever experienced a heat with someone before?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ve helped out a few alphas who needed assistance with their omegas. Sometimes they’re really needy and the alphas can’t cope. But I’ve never done one like this. On my own.”

“You think you can handle me?” I ask, and he thrusts into me a little more, making me moan.

“Skye, I can fucking handle you. Don’t you worry that pretty face.”

He does handle me. Very well. I never thought I’d allow myself to revert to this base animal, but I have. As soon as his knot goes down, he helps me into the small shower and washes me gently. But of course, like the slut I’ve become, I beg for his cock again, and he’s left to rut into me against the vinyl shower wall.

The water runs cold before his knot goes down, so we’re stuck there, shivering under the stream of water until he can finally pull out of me.

Then he guides me back to the bed, apologizing for how messy the sheets are.

He really shouldn’t apologize. It’s me who made the mess.

“I need to call someone to bring me supplies,” he says as he pulls a sheet over me, tucking me in. “Give me a minute.”

I whine at the thought of him leaving, but he returns a moment later with his phone and a bowl of fruit. He sits next to me, and I stare at his lap. I shouldn’t crawl between his legs. Most definitely not.

And yet, I do it anyway. I push myself up and sit right on his thighs, startling him slightly.

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