Page 29 of Pit Stop

His hands flex on the handlebars of the motorcycle and then he throws his leg off and stalks toward me. I nearly stumble back as he approaches but manage to catch myself against the porch railing.

“You’re so…fucking hot. I can’t fucking stand it.”

I lose the ability to breathe, my throat working as our gazes clash.

“You think I’m hot?”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes, and then he runs a hand over his forehead and sighs. “You’re smart, Skye, and you can’t figure this out?”

“I don’t know if I’m smart about this. There’s a reason I was a virgin until twenty.”

His hand reaches out and a finger trails up my arm. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I shiver. I shouldn’t even offer this, but I can’t help but do it anyway. He’s just as tempting.

“My dad and brother are gone. You want to come up for a bit?”

He eyes the house and blows out a long breath. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, to fuck,” I say with a small laugh.

His eyes slam into mine and he shakes his head. “I shouldn’t. What happened at the bar…”

I sigh and take a step to the side, removing myself from him.

“Right. Right. No one else can fuck me but you. And only when you want to. I get it.”

“Skye…”

“I need to go. Have a book boyfriend waiting for me upstairs.”

His lips turn down into a frown, but he makes no move to follow me. It pisses me off. I’m so fucking angry, embarrassed, and still turned on. Gods, this man.

“And don’t worry about my next heat. I’ll find someone else to take care of me.”

His hands fist and he nearly growls, but still doesn’t follow me inside. As soon as the front door is shut and locked, I hear his motorcycle rumble on and tear off down the street.

I end up lying in bed, my ass still full of his cum, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of it all. I really need to sort out the next heat with someone else. Or at the very least, buy some toys to get me through the worst of it.

Fuck.

In my next life, I’m coming back as an alpha. None of this ever again.

I stare at the ceiling, knowing I should change my pants and shower, but I can’t be bothered. Not right now.

I pull out my phone and message Rob, letting him know I’m home.

Fuck, what am I even doing? It’s still early in the evening and I’m just sitting in my room, obsessing about what happened. About the way he felt inside of me, how good it was.

Why the hell did he do that and then just leave?

Pisses me off.

He can’t dictate who I fuck. Now that I’m not a virgin, I’m going to go out and have sex with everyone. Every single person I meet, and we’ll see how he likes it.

I huff and then turn onto my side as Rob messages me back. He sends me a silly picture of himself with a buff man beside him. Well, at least someone is getting some tonight.

Not that I didn’t get any. I got it good.

But still. I’m alone right now. There’s a good chance Rob is gonna get it all night long. Lucky guy.

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