Page 11 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.

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