Page 53 of Pit Stop

“What the fuck are you doing?” Maverick asks, and I glance at the couch and then back at my mate.

Fuck. He’s my mate.

Such a hot mate too.

Gah.

“I was getting ready to go to bed.”

“On the couch?” he asks, almost sounding offended.

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t want to invade your space…”

“Get your ass in my bed, Skye. You’re my fucking mate and you need this.”

“For the bond,” I say, even though it’s mostly for my cock. It really needs this as well. Who knew I’d end up so horny?

“Yeah, for the fucking bond,” he grunts, and when I move past him in the small entrance to the bedroom, his fingers slide across my stomach, making my skin break out in goosebumps.

“I have some empty drawers and some space in the closet if you want to unpack your things.”

“Thanks,” I say and then get to work. When I’m done, I meet Maverick’s eyes.

“I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Are you telling me so I join you?” he asks.

I shrug. “I mean, the bond needs to be fostered to form a secure attachment.”

“Seems I should then,” he replies, and I sigh in relief when we strip down and crowd into the small space, the water hitting me first and leaving Maverick just sprayed with the mist.

He has to be cold, but then again, he’s an alpha. He runs hot.

His fingers slide up my sides and then his chest presses into my back as he grabs the soap. He works it into a lather and helps me wash, spending quite an exorbitant amount of time on my dick and ass.

He seems to really enjoy my privates and they enjoy him.

My dick is fully hard now, my balls full and my ass clenching, sadly, around nothing.

But I’m still sore and I doubt Maverick is going to risk my asshole even if I beg for it. And I know he’s right. I need to take a break from anal.

So I just let him tease me until I’m panting.

“I won’t fuck you,” he says gently as his hand wraps around my cock. “But I will suck your cock. Dry off and go lie in our bed.”

The way he saysour bedmakes the bond between us flicker in happiness, and I do as he says, grabbing the towel and drying myself off. When I finally make it to the bed, I’m almost vibrating from need.

When Maverick appears from the bathroom, completely naked and his chest dripping with lingering droplets, I find my mouth going dry.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he murmurs, and I do as he says, widening my thighs as far as they can go as he crawls betweenthem, his fingers sliding up my legs and pushing them even farther apart.

“You are so fucking pretty,” he says, and I blush despite it. We’ve fucked in a hundred different positions, but it still makes me red as an apple. Must be the bond.

He’s only saying these things because he’s my mate.

“You are very handsome yourself.”

Our eyes meet and his lips quirk.

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