Page 81 of Pit Stop

Skye’s eyelids flutter shut, and I watch him sleep soundly for about thirty minutes. As he does, my knot deflates and I slip from him. I doze until he wakes a while later, and with a feverish desperation, he pushes me to my back and sinks onto my dick, riding me roughly until cum erupts from his cock. But it doesn’t give him any relief, so I flip him onto his back and pump intohim, taking him harder. Our skin slaps, the bond between us wrapping around us both, tightening deliciously until I release into him, knotting him once more.

He gives a satisfied sigh as he winds his legs around my lower back and pulls me onto his chest. His fingers card through my hair, and for a moment, I worry I’m crushing him, but relax when I realize he’s stronger than I give him credit for.

“So, tell me everything. I wanna know.”

“Right now?” I ask, rubbing my nose against his neck, feeling the rapid heartbeat in his chest.

“Yeah, now. It seems like a good time.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, where is your dad?”

“Dead.”

Skye tenses slightly. “You don’t seem upset by it.”

“It was a long time ago. And he was a shit dad, so no, I’m not.”

“And your brother? James?”

“You caught that, huh?”

He nods, and I lean up, staring down at him. Fuck, he’s so sexy, those dark eyes and long lashes, the cute way his glasses sit on his nose.

“James is older than me by seven years. Got into a lot of trouble. Never did have any self-preservation. Ended up in jail the first time for selling wolfcane.”

“Shit. Seriously?”

“Yeah, he’s an idiot. Grew it in his basement when he moved into his own place. Was behind bars for a few years for selling it, and when he got out, he went right back in for a bar fight. Killed a dude. I don’t know if he’ll ever be paroled. Especially not if he’s now stabbed someone…”

“Shit. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about it. He was never there for me. Treated me like shit mostly. I spent a lot of time with my uncle at his garage, working. My mom never liked her brother, which is why she keeps making comments about where I work and the people I hang out with.”

“Well, I think you’ve done well for yourself.”

“Have I? I don’t think so. I live in a shit area, in a shit trailer, with no real future.”

“Mav,” Skye says, his hands brushing down my back. “You’re not the loser you make yourself out to be.”

“I am compared to you.”

Those gorgeous eyes blink at me and he leans up, kissing me softly. My tongue pushes into his mouth and what starts as something sweet, ends up rough and frantic. The knot inside of him almost seems to swell as he writhes on it, panting and moaning, and when I come again, it’s almost like I’m trying to impregnate him. Like I’m trying to spill directly into his womb. Even though I know that’s not possible, it’s still hot to think about.

Skye groans as his rim expands around my knot and his dick explodes once more. I can feel it, the intensity of his orgasm. I love being connected to him like this. It’s unreal.

“I didn’t mean for you spilling about your life to end up with sex, but oh gods, it was good. I can’t even be mad about it.”

“Same.”

His legs fall from my back, and he sets his feet on the bed, flexing his hole around me. It feels far too good. The way I want to just stay inside of him.

My arms bracket him as I brace myself over him.

“You’re so hot,” Skye says, his hands dragging down my chest. My muscles bunch and flex under his touch and I feel myself shiver. “I can’t believe you want me.”

“’Course I want you.”

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