Page 68 of Pit Stop

I peer over at him and my cock twitches slightly. His muscles are bulging, the veins in his forearms standing out.

I know it’s from a deep-seated rage over what just happened, but it’s turning me on.

“I can smell you,” he murmurs as he pulls into the parking lot. A butcher sign swings back and forth above a rusty back door, and a few people clamber out of their cars, making their way toward the tents in the distance. “You going into heat?”

“No,” I say, and then wiggle in my seat. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” he asks as he turns off the car, and the sweltering heat from outside immediately permeates the space. “About fucking someone else?”

I flinch, then push my glasses up my nose, hating that he’s said this. It hurts. It really does because even though I know this may not be real, this bond makes me feel close to him. And the harshness in his voice, in the way he’s speaking to me, puts an ache in my chest. “That’s really fucking rude, Mav. Take it back.”

His jaw clicks, and I see a bead of sweat roll down his temple. But he doesn’t swipe it away. He just continues to stare at me, his eyes sparking gold and silver.

“We need to get out,” he growls, and my dick perks up even more. Oh, it’s not afraid. Not at all. Because under that anger is hot, untamed sex. And I want it. I really fucking do.

“Or else what?” I ask, wetting my lips. His eyes flash down to my mouth, and his parts.

“Or else I’ll pull you onto my lap and impale you on my cock.”

I wheeze as he reaches out, and his fingers brush against my throat.

“Because I’m going fuck you while I still have you and if I have to rut you right here in this parking lot, I will. Because you’re mine, Skye. You’re fuckingmine.”

Oh gods. I want that. I so want it. I don’t care what people would think if they saw me getting railed by him. But before I can move onto his lap and make him prove it to me, he pushes the door open and steps out. I’m left to pant in the passenger seat, willing my heartbeat to stop pounding in my cock. But it doesn’t work and I finally have to step outside of the car and tuck my dick under the waistband of my pants to be somewhat presentable.

Maverick says nothing as I do this, just watches me with angry, heated eyes as he rounds the car toward me.

His forefinger tucks under my chin and he tilts my head up, leaving me completely breathless. And then he leans down and rubs his face against my neck and across my cheek, scenting me, removing any trace of Red.

It was faint, but it was there, and I can tell he loathes it.

When he finally reaches my mouth, I lean forward, chasing his lips, and when they meet, I feel his growl slide down my throat, rattling my rib cage and settling in my balls. I feel like I’m going to come. Just from this, I’m going to explode.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine, and his groin meets mine as he thrusts forward. The friction against my dick is making it ache. But he doesn’t give me the satisfaction of an orgasm. Instead, he pulls away, his mouth spit-slick as his chest heaves.

“The bond between uswillbreak, but right now, you’re mine, Skye.”

I groan as he reaches down and drags his palm up my dick before pulling away. Just as he does, a family who is laughingand chatting loudly rounds the corner, making their way back to their car after a long morning of shopping.

I want to slide back into Maverick’s car and head home, but Owen appears a second later, rushing toward us, his cheeks slightly red, his eyes wild.

“Oh my gods! Did you see that sign back there?” he asks, still completely oblivious to the tension between Maverick and me. “They have those timber treats that are to die for! We have to hurry or else the line will be down the block.”

“What the fuck are timber treats?” I ask as Owen grabs onto my hand and pulls me forward.

“Oh. You have to try them. They’re, like, so good. And the high they give you…”

Maverick huffs as he strides next to us, his hand brushing up against my ass as I walk. It’s driving me nuts. I don’t need to get high when I have Maverick nearby. His scent is enough to undo me.

Not that he actually does anything to give me any relief. He’s out to prove something, that number on my skin burning a gap between us.

He plans on making me remember him, I’m sure.

When we get in that long line, Maverick stands right next to me, his hand on my shoulder, his fingers stroking across my skin.

I lean into him and inhale. He smells so damn good.

“Oh, you two are so cute. It’s a shame you need to get the bond reversed.”

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