Page 13 of Pit Stop

“Cute. You said I was sexy earlier.”

His cheeks darken, and he glances away. “You can be.”

“It’s probably just the heat making us say crazy things,” I say and then nuzzle back against him. “That’s totally it.”

He grumbles something I can’t make out as I doze off.

I wake again, agonizingly empty. Maverick is gone, and the bed is empty and cold. I start to whine, and then hear Maverick rustling around in the kitchen.

“I’ll be right there. My friend dropped off groceries for us and new sheets for us.”

“Oh, okay,” I say and then reach down and squeeze my dick. Oh hell. This is torture.

My fingers brush down the underside of me and then move across my taint to my wet, stretched hole. I press two fingers inside and sigh, needing more but knowing I need to wait. Maverick deserves a break too.

And I am hungry. I should definitely eat.

“Shit, Skye,” Maverick says when he steps into the bedroom and sees my fingers pushed into me. He has a bowl and a bottle of water in his hands and he sets them down on the bedside table, pulling my fingers from my hole and replacing it with his hard dick.

With a quick thrust, he’s inside of me and then we’re fucking like crazed rabbits, our skin slapping loudly until we both come, his knot stretching me once more.

“Better?” he asks breathlessly as he falls on top of me and rolls us to the side.

I nod, feeling so relaxed.

“I brought you some food and water. You need to drink.”

“You do, too.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” I ask as he helps me take a sip of water and then feeds me some yogurt and fruit with a spoon.

I watch him intently as he nods, his gaze laser-focused on me.

“I’ll be fine, Skye. This is about you. We just need to get you through this.”

“Thank you,” I say and then burrow into him when I’m done eating, his knot still hard inside of me.

When he finally slips out of me, he pulls me into the shower and washes me slowly, almost reverently. When we’re both clean, he settles me on the sofa as he changes the sheets, and then we crawl back into bed, my body pressed against his, my face nuzzled into his neck.

“I thought again about messaging your brother when I was changing the sheets,” he says, and I frown, staring up at him.

I huff in annoyance, but then his hands slide down and press against my sides, pulling me further into him, and at the moment, I can’t be upset. He just feels so good against me. I’ll never admit it, but right now, this is heaven.

“Don’t tell him. He’ll be unhappy with my life choices.”

“I know, trust me. I know. But fuck, how am I supposed to keep this from him?”

“I dunno. I’ll message and say I’m staying with a friend for a bit. Do you know where my phone is?”

“Here,” he says, reaching over and handing it to me. “I plugged it in so it’s charged.”

I sigh and then lean up and run my nose against his jaw. “Thank you. How kind.”

“I live to serve you.”

I scoff at that and then sigh as I turn my phone on and stare down at the missed messages. Some are from Rob, some from my dad and brothers. “I really don’t want my family to find out that it’s you knotting me.”

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