Page 37 of Pit Stop

I huff and arch my hips back, wanting to be stuffed full of him, wanting to feel his cum spray my insides.

“Skye,” he groans and then runs a hand across his face. “Fuck.”

“Why the hell does anyone get to tell me what to do with my body? What I do with it is none of his business.”

“I need to respect him. He’s my best friend. And you…”

I sigh and push myself up, my ass twinging from the way his tongue lashed at me.

“Fine. I get it,” I murmur and pull my pants up around my waist, feeling suddenly bereft. I shouldn’t have gotten on that bike. I should have just spent the afternoon with Rob. At least then I wouldn’t feel this sense of rejection.

“Skye,” he begins, but I stop him, washing my hands as quickly as I can and stepping up to him.

“It’s fine. Better wash up. You smell like me.”

His eyes flash and he lets out a long exhale.

“Wait for me. In here.”

He steps up to the sink and washes his face and hands before drying himself off. When we finally move outside, I feel my legs tremble as I walk, my cock and balls exhausted and yet still eager to go again.

Maybe my heat is coming.

I need to get some toys.

I really do. I can’t ask Mav to spend it with me again. I really can’t.

“We’re grabbing lunch,” he says and wets his lips as if to tell me he’s already had his first course. It makes me bite back a lusty groan.

He really should stop being so good at eating ass. It’s irresponsible.

“I guess I have to join you since we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

I glance at the sign above the restaurant, and Maverick presses a hand to my lower back.

“I can bring you back.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not making you do that.”

He nods and we step inside the cool, air-conditioned building. It’s dark and musty, but the bikers fill up the space, making it rowdy and loud. Maverick leads me toward a group of guys on the far end of the bar and I feel my heart rate start to increase.

Are these the same guys who stepped in to help us the other night? I’m suddenly a little embarrassed that they saw me like that.

“Guys, this is Skye, Forest’s little brother,” Mav says, introducing me.

All their eyes turn toward me, and I manage a small smile, feeling frustrated that he’s told them all who I am. I don’t want to be known as Forest’s brother. It limits me in many ways. One of which is possibly finding an alpha to spend a few days with when I go into a heat. Because apparently Maverick isn’t up for it, not when he has my brother looming over him and his conscience to contend with.

As my eyes move around the group, I realize, deep down, that even if he never told them who I was, I’d never ask any of them to fuck me. That would be wrong.

I’ll have to find another way.

“Nice to meet you, Skye,” a guy says, leaning forward and holding out his hand. “I’m Nox.”

That name. It sounds familiar.

Oh shit. He’s the one who showed up to bring us supplies when I was in heat.

My cheeks flame and I glance at him from under my lashes.

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