Page 35 of Pit Stop

“Give me my fucking phone back,” I murmur, grabbing for it, but Rob jumps away, knocking into a shelf. Cans wobble and several fall onto the floor. His manager appears and scolds him with a slash of his hand.

“Pick that up and get back to work. We’re not paying you to have fun,” he growls.

Rob’s demeanor changes and he nods, cleaning up the mess. When his shift ends, we walk out side by side, the heat almost sweltering in the midday sun.

“I hate working here. Can’t wait to get back to school.”

I nod and nudge him. “Maybe suck his dick and see what happens.”

“Wait? Suck whose dick? Gerald’s? Gods, fuck no.”

I shrug just as the rev of motorcycles pierces my ears and I turn my gaze out toward the street.

I know it’s him, can sense it through the waves of heat sizzling up from the ground. Maverick. My hole grows slick and I feel my cock perk up. Damn thing, always so overeager. It’s embarrassing.

The group of riders comes to a stop at the light, and I feel that gaze on me, causing my feet to shuffle on the hot pavement.

Stop looking at me, damn you.

But he doesn’t look away. No, he seems to stare even longer, intent on making me squirm.

As soon as the light turns green, all of them shoot off. All of them except Maverick. He turns the motorcycle into the parking lot where I’m standing, the rays of the sun beating down on my already too-hot face.

He comes to a stop right before me and his black boots hit the ground. The motorcycle rumbles beneath him and I take a step closer, drawn to him despite all the things telling me to stay away.

“Skye,” he says softly, and I wet my dry lips.

His eyes track the movement before dragging down my body, taking me in.

“Hello.”

His eyes darken, and my hole slackens, slippery and wet. His nostrils flare, inhaling me, and gods, my dick is already on the precipice of exploding.

“What are you doing?”

“Just out for a ride.”

“But they’re all gone now.”

“I’ll catch up.”

“Is my brother with you?”

“No. He’s somewhere else.”

Rob nudges me so hard that I nearly fall forward, right into Maverick’s arms.

“Want to come for a ride with me?” he asks, and I swallow, knowing this is a very bad idea.

“You still want to take me after seeing those pictures?”

His eyes grow hooded and he holds out a helmet to me. “Get the fuck on the bike, Skye-light.”

Rob gasps and grabs the helmet, smashing it on my head and buckling it under my chin, nearly clipping my skin in the process.

“Get on the fucking bike,Skye-light.”

I stare at him, and he winks at me, pushing me forward until I’m forced to straddle the bike, my hands moving around Maverick’s strong chest and my thighs spread wide, cradling his ass.

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