Page 64 of Pit Stop

I adjust my glasses as I move over him, crawling between his legs and letting his strong chest become my pillow.

“I mean, you can if you want. I don’t control you.” But even as I say that, something jealous and possessive moves through me.

“Nah. You’ll come with me.” His phone pings, and he huffs a small laugh. “See, he invited you before I could say anything. He knows we’re mates.”

“All right then. I guess we are going to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Better rest up,” Maverick says, his arms moving around me, his lips pressed into my hair.

I snuggle in deeper. Yeah, rest. I can do that.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

SKYE

We meetOwen a little later than planned. Mainly because I slept like a log, curled up against Maverick. And when we woke, he made sure to give my cock extra attention. Who was I to say no?

I’m getting far too used to being spoiled by him.

I really need to step away and gain some clarity, but it’s hard to do when I’m so intensely drawn to him. I guess I always was, but being with him all the time, living in his space, feeling his emotions…

I can’t bring myself to pull away. Not yet. I’ll let the shaman from Red’s pack make that decision for me. By then, it will be out of my hands.

“Oh gods, that smells so good,” I moan as we approach the trendy breakfast joint. The Early Howler.

“Have you been here before?” Maverick asks, taking my hand in his and squeezing gently.

“Once. With Delphine. She’s a friend and is always pulling me here and there. I found the breakfast plate names insufferable.”

Maverick chuckles as we move into the crowded restaurant. Owen is seated at a table, a menu before him, his eyes scanning the options.

“Hey,” Maverick says as we approach. Owen’s eyes flick up, and he smiles brightly.

“You made it! Oh, you two are so cute together!” He stands up and pulls us both into a hug. “I bet you’re just in heaven, huh?”

He says this to Maverick, who just blushes and clears his throat.

“It’s nice, yeah.”

Owen rolls his eyes and then wrinkles his nose. “Mav here has been obsessed with you. Skye this and Skye that. Brings you up in every conversation now.”

“Shut up, Owen,” Maverick says, his cheeks reddening even more.

“Is that so?” I ask, and Maverick sighs.

“Let’s just sit. Skye is hungry, and it’s making me want to eat.”

“I mean, I’d like to know more about this obsession.”

“Later.” It’s a promise. One I plan on following up on.

We take our seats, Maverick and I sitting across from Owen, our legs intertwining as Owen chatters about the menu items.

“What are you two going to get?” he asks. “I’m thinking the Moons over my Wolfie or the Fangs and Eggs.”

I bite my tongue, not wanting to disparage him and how ridiculous these items are.

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