Page 38 of Pit Stop

“Nice to meet you.”

His blue eyes sparkle and he squeezes my hand gently. “Wanna drink?”

He glances at Maverick, who nods, and then his attention is pulled to someone else as they stride up to us and press into Maverick’s side.

Who the fuck is this? All I know is that he’s about my size and cute, hot even. Much better looking than me.

My mouth gapes as he rubs himself all over Maverick, like a cat in heat, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

What the fuck?

That’s the same cheek that was wet from my slick earlier.

No wonder he scrubbed them with soap. He didn’t want cutie pie here to smell me on him.

The cheating asshole.

Not that he’s really cheating. We aren’t exclusive. Whatever this is between us isn’t a thing.

Maverick’s gaze catches mine, something flashing through them, but he doesn’t push the guy away, just pulls him closer.

Oh, fuck this.

I force my gaze away and move toward Nox, letting him lead me to the bar.

I think I’m going to need a few strong drinks and then a different ride home.

I don’t want to stay here and watch him get off with someone else. That’s not what I signed up for.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

SKYE

Nox is sonice and personable. If he weren’t Maverick’s friend, I’d ask him to keep his schedule open for when I go into heat. I bet he’d take real good care of me.

As I think that, I glance over at Maverick and see him eyeing me. I lean into Nox and laugh, my second drink hitting me harder than it should. Nox, thankfully, forced me to eat some nachos with drink number one, so at least something is in my stomach soaking up the alcohol.

“You don’t need to flirt with me to get his attention. His eyes are on you anyway,” Nox says quietly.

I snort. “He doesn’t care about me with that guy all over him.”

Nox chuckles and chucks me under the chin gently.

“You are so oblivious.”

I finish off my beer and set it far too roughly onto the bar top. It clatters noisily and Nox grins wider at me.

“I’m off.”

“Where to?”

“To find an alpha that Maverick doesn’t know so that I can get through my next heat without dying.”

My candid comment makes Nox’s brows shoot up. “Ah, right. Good luck with that.”

I shoot him a finger gun, knocking my glasses sideways and stumbling left. I bump into someone and they grumble. But I right myself quickly and scamper off, my eyes roving the dim space, searching for someone Maverick doesn’t know.

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