Page 113 of Pit Stop

My feet pick up the pace as I make my way to the parking lot where Maverick is waiting. As soon as I see him, I feel my cock perk up. I’m so fucking close to going into heat again, that little moon I bought glowing red, and thank fuck for that. I’m glad he’s with me for all of them. I don’t want to do it with anyone else.

He’s my first, my one, my only.

I run up to him and cling to him, letting his lips slide across my skin as he holds me to him.

“How was school?” he asks.

“Good, but I’m glad it’s over. We have a three-day weekend, and I get you all to myself.”

He scents me before his lips move up to my mouth, kissing me soundly.

Mmm, so fucking nice. Yes. Just the best.

How did I ever go through life without him? My life was boring, that’s for sure.

“Let’s grab you something to eat and then I’ll take you home.”

“Mm, we can do it all over the apartment. Rob is gone.”

“He’ll kill us if he finds out.”

“You’ll protect me,” I say, and Maverick grins down at me.

“You know I fucking will.”

He hands me the helmet, stuffing my backpack in the satchel on the back of the bike before hopping on. I join him, placing my hands against his chest, resting my cheek against his back. Love how strong he is.

I remember that first time on his bike while in heat, him pulling over on the side of the road to fuck me. The thought has me wet in seconds.

I can feel my heat coming on. My first heat after the unbonding was slower to appear, but it could have just been from the stress of it. But now I’m on a schedule. The pulse of need is building in me. I know the signs, the desire to nest, the slick that covers my underwear each day, the way I want him to mark me.

I can’t wait to be knotted by him again.

To feel him stuck inside of me.

To beg him to mark me.

Not that he has. He keeps telling me we need to take it slow, that I need to be sure.

But I fucking am. I am ready.

I can’t imagine anyone else but him.

Maverick takes off down the road, stopping at a newly opened café near school. We probably could have walked, but with the way I’ve been feeling recently, it would have been too risky. If I need to leave immediately, I don’t want to have to walk back to transportation.

We order food, and Maverick makes sure I get dessert as well, and then we eat it outside, at a table under an umbrella.

Maverick has adjusted to city life better than I imagined. I mean, it’s only been a few months, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the change of pace. It probably helps that he’s working for a friend in a garage, so that hasn’t really changed. It’s just the traffic and the noise and the lack of his family, but then again, he never really had one.

Except my brother.

Maverick has always lived on the outside of town, has always been a bit of a loner. But he seems to be content with me out here, riding through traffic and taking me to different places to eat.

We are experiencing life together.

And we are both fucking happy about it.

“You should really not be ordering me desserts,” I say as I lick the spoon, the taste of chocolate pudding exploding across my tongue.

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