Pit Stop

by Cora Rose

“You think you can handle me?” I ask, and he thrusts into me a little more, making me moan. “Skye, I can fucking handle you. Don’t you worry that pretty face.”

“I know it’s going to be a long few days. Like you said. If you want to ask another alpha…” He growls, the rumble moving through his chest loudly, his hand clutching me tighter. “Don’t even fucking suggest it.”

“Maverick. Mav,” I moan as I crawl up his body and sink down onto his hard dick. I don’t even let him wake up first. I just know that if I’m not filled soon, I will ache in the worst possible way. He groans, still half-asleep, but slowly moves his hands to my hips and helps me fuck down onto him. “Need you,” I moan. “Need you.” “Yeah, baby. I’m here, Skye-light. I’m here,” he says groggily.

I don’t ache when I’m with him, I think as I doze off. I don’t feel so alone.

“You still want to take me after seeing those pictures?” His eyes grow hooded and he holds out a helmet to me. “Get the fuck on the bike, Skye-light.”

It will all work out. It has to, and in the meantime, I’m going to have a lot of sex with Maverick. Lots and lots of it. When life gives you lemons, fuck the hell out of that lemonade.

“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 fucking mine.”

“I’d travel the world to get to you. You just need to call.”