Page 5 of Pit Stop

“Good. Good boy,” he whispers when I continue to stay still. His knot is slowly going down, and I let out a small whine when I start to feel empty.

“The hot-as-fuck praise is not helping matters,” I murmur, inhaling deeply through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

I nod and then a minute later, I feel him slip from my hole with an audible squelch.

I gasp when I feel his release gush down the back of my thighs. Oh, I’m going to walk out of here completely drenched.

Those alphas will be able to smell me a mile away.

“Shit,” the man says, and I hear him zip his pants up and push his door open.

I do my best to wipe myself up, but I just end up smearing the mess all over my skin. Mine and his, this faceless stranger.

“Come on. I’ll walk you out,” the man says from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, one second,” I say, wiggling my jeans up and stuffing my hard, oversensitive cock into my pants.

I push my glasses up my nose and grab the door handle.

With a twist of my wrist, I pull it open, and when I take in the man on the other side, all I can do is close my eyes and mutter, “Well, fuck.”

“What the hell?” Maverick says, his mouth opening and then shutting quickly. “Skye?”

I peel one eye open, taking in that leather jacket and white shirt underneath, the way his biceps and chest fill out both so well, and his tattooed hands, each finger adorned with silver rings, that are currently clenched into fists. Oh, he’s angry. And surprised.

My gaze moves up to his ridiculously handsome face, and I sigh. “Yep, yeah, it’s me.”

Maverick runs a hand over his jaw and then glances toward the exit.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Did you know I’d be here tonight?”

I roll my eyes and then groan when a cramp hits me. Oh fuck, that’s…not good.

“No, of course not. I had no idea you were going to be here, Maverick. And if Ihadknown, I wouldn’t be here,” I hiss.

His jaw clicks as he grinds his teeth, almost like he doesn’t believe me.

“Trust me. I wanted this to happen with anyone but you.”

His eye twitches and his nostrils flare. “Yeah, all right. Come on. Let’s get you out of here before you go into another heat wave. Did you drive?”

“No, I took a rideshare, but—” I lean forward and palm my hard, throbbing dick, “Oh gods, everything hurts in a really uncomfortable but oddly sexy way.”

Maverick’s gaze settles on me and he runs a hand across his jaw once more. The stubble there audibly abrades his palm and he shakes his head.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, yes, fuck is right. But Mav, please, don’t take me home to my dad and Forest. I’m not prepared for this. I have nothing to help me. No one to help me.”

He reaches around me and pulls me into his side, seeming suddenly worried. “Shit, Skye.”

“Yeah, I know. Oh gods,” I murmur as I lean into him and rub my nose along his neck. “I hate that you smell so good right now. You should be disgusting, but you’re not.”

“Yeah. I know what you think of me,” he murmurs as he opens the squeaky door and leads me outside, our pace quicker than usual. “But we gotta get you out of here before they smell you. I don’t think I could take them all if they started to rut.”

I suddenly feel nervous, the idea of multiple alphas taking me, one after the other. Although the thought of it makes my hole leak even more. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

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