Page 63 of Pit Stop

“How are you settling in, living here with me?” he asks, his face brushing against my neck.

“It’s nice. I like having a place away from my dad and brother. Kind of like when I’m at college. Except now, I’m fucking my roommate.”

“I’d say we’re more than roommates.”

“Yeah, well, we are, aren’t we? We’re mates.”

He rumbles happily against me as he continues to scent me, his thick cock thrumming against my ass.

“You know, I met Owen the other day. Outside of the sex shop where I bought all those toys.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, I kind of wanted to hate him, but he’s actually pretty nice.”

Mav huffs a laugh. “He is.”

“I’ve been wondering. How do you know each other?”

He huffs. “This isn’t what I want to talk about when my dick is near your hole.”

I wiggle playfully, and he groans.

“Maybe you should fuck me then so we can talk. I have questions. Lots of them.”

We lie panting, my hole clenching around nothing as Mav strokes his hand up and down my back. He hands me my glasses, which fell off while I was getting pounded from behind. I slide them on, his face becoming clearer.

“Okay, now you owe me a few explanations,” I manage to say, my eyelids fluttering as I look up at him. I’m face down on the bed, Maverick leaning up on his elbow as he looks down at me.

“There’s nothing to explain. Owen and I met a while ago. Some alphas were bothering him, so I stepped in. And from there, he just kind of stuck.”

“And nothing between you has been sexual?”

“No. It hasn’t. He’s always flirted, suggested it, but I look at him like a younger brother. I’m not interested.”

I wiggle closer to Maverick. “But you were interested in me?”

His eyes close for a moment, and I feel something shift through him and into me. Desire.

“Yeah. I’m interested in you.”

“You know…I thought you hated me.”

“It wasn’t hate. It was self-preservation. Trying not to perv on my best friend’s younger, much smarter brother. Didn’t think I stood a chance.”

I lean up slightly, my back arching and his hand lands on my ass.

“Well, look where we are now. Bonded.”

“Bonded,” he breathes.

“Mates.”

His lips twitch as he leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal, searing kiss. I melt, feeling the bond tighten around my chest. He must feel it too. He must.

His phone suddenly buzzes from the bedside table, and he grapples with it, trying to read what’s on the screen.

“Shit. Speaking of Owen. He wants to meet me for breakfast tomorrow.”

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