Page 31 of Pit Stop

“And stay away from the places Red hangs out. He’s dangerous.”

I’d rolled my eyes at him. Gods, what an asshole. I haven’t seen Red again, not that I want to. And I haven’t seen Maverick for an entire day. I try not to think about how much I miss him with every minute that passes.

I can’t miss him. What we did while I was in heat was wrong, and necessary, but still something we shouldn’t have done. Damn him for sticking his pierced dick through that hole in the wall and being so good at sex.

I rummage around the garage, pulling open boxes and looking for something that would allow me to prop my phone on top, something that would give me better angles for my nudepictures. While I’m halfway up a ladder, peering at a far-too-high shelf, the garage door opens and I freeze, like a deer in headlights.

A second later, I see Maverick crouching under the rising door to move into the garage and then straightening up.

My dick instantly goes hard at the sight of him, my body leaning toward him instinctually. Seems that no matter how much I don’t want to be someone’s bitch, I crave it anyway.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, and he startles slightly, his eyes taking in my bare legs and blue, fluffy robe.

“I—why are you on a ladder in a robe?”

I huff and fold my arms across my chest, not wanting to answer him. He doesn’t need to know what I’ve been up to.

“None of your business.”

His fingers crack and he glances at the door leading into the house. “Is someone in there with you?”

I stare at him, perplexed. “Is that what you think this is? That I’m on a ladder in the garage while entertaining company?”

He cocks his head slightly, his neck popping in the process. “Is that what this is, Skye?”

I want to taunt him, stating that Red’s inside with his big shifter dick, but I can’t quite manage it.

“No. Of course not. I wish. But no.”

I push my glasses up on my nose and then gesture toward him, losing my balance slightly. Maverick rushes toward me, his hands cradling my hips, his fingers digging into my glutes.

“Watch it,” he murmurs, and I huff, knowing my dick is right there in front of his face. It’s not even trying to be modest, just poking through the fabric like the slut it is.

“Well, why are you here?” I ask, and his fingers flex against me.

“Your brother wanted me to stop by and grab his tool set.”

“I thought he didn’t trust you to be near me.”

“It should have just been a quick run and grab. Didn’t expect you half-naked in the garage.”

His fingers tighten further on me, and I let out a small groan when he leans in and his cheek brushes against my hard length.

“I didn’t expect you to smell this good either,” he grinds out and then brushes his nose along my cock. “Fuck, why do you smell so good all the time?”

My hand slides into his hair and I tug, wanting him closer, and yet knowing we shouldn’t. I’m not in heat. Just horny.

It’s different.

“I should go,” he says softly, and I nod, my throat clicking as I swallow. “I should go right now and not suck your cock.”

I let out a low moan at the thought of him pushing my robe aside and sliding my dick down his throat.

“You definitely shouldn’t,” I rasp out. “I’m trying to take some sexy pictures so I can find someone to do that very thing. Someone that Forest wouldn’t nag me about.”

His eyes flash up to meet mine and he growls lowly. “Oh, and who the fuck would that be?”

“An internet stranger,” I say and then groan when his hands slide under the robe and cup my naked ass.

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