Page 110 of Pit Stop

“I was hungry. I couldn’t wait.”

I grumble as Maverick moves me away, telling me not so subtly that we need to put out the food he bought. So I help him, listening as my brother rambles on about his current crush and workout routine. Not that we asked, but he’s telling us anyway.

“Melons and ten-pound weights, amiright?”

No idea how those two things fit together, but he thinks they do. So I try to follow his train of thought. It’s kind of hard, though. And honestly, I’m more annoyed that he interrupted us.

I want to suck cock.

Maverick’s cock. But that will have to wait.

Several minutes later, the rest of my family shows up. Forest and Sage, my dad and Glenn. Rob is back too, joking with Sage about something. Forest is chatting with Maverick, and I move over to them, nudging Forest with my shoulder.

“You look better,” he says, ruffling my hair.

“You look like shit.”

Forest glowers at me and then shoves at me slightly, making Maverick growl.

“Don’t touch him like that.”

“Yeah, all right. Thought you weren’t mated, but you sure are acting like it.”

Maverick’s eyes meet mine, and I stare back at him. What I wouldn’t give to be tied to him like that. But after what we just went through, I think we need time, time to decide on forever together.

“Hey, question for you,” Maverick tells my brother as he pats the burgers with the spatula.

“What’s up?” Forest asks, popping the top of a beer can and taking a sip.

“Skye and I were talking, and we found out our numbers were blocked on each other’s phones. Did you do that?”

Forest stops and stares at us in disbelief. “What the fuck? Why would I do that?”

“No idea, just…I don’t know who would have.”

“Probably those shitty shifters. Probably did it to fuck with you.”

“Like Ten?” I ask, and Forest’s face turns a little pink.

He sips on his beer again. “Yeah, like that asshole.”

“What happened with you two anyway?” I ask before Maverick throws me a look. Right, we shouldn’t be asking this. Not until he’s ready to tell us.

“Nothing.”

“And Red?” I ask to change the subject.

“I took care of it. Don’t worry about him. You’re safe. He’s off the scent.”

“What did you do?” I ask, and Forest shrugs, finishing off his beer and tossing it into the garbage can.

“Let’s just say, I took one for the team.”

He burps loudly, turns, and walks away, moving to talk with River.

I turn to Mav, eyes wide, “You don’t think he…with Red? No. Would he?”

“Just let it go,” Maverick says, shaking his head. “It’s not really our business.”

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