Pit Stop

by Cora Rose

“No one’s ever stood up for me before.” “No one?” I ask, breathless. “No one but you.”

“Oh fuck. Oh gods. I’m going into heat again.” The smell of it…I growl and grip him tighter, fucking into his tight ass at a punishing pace.

And if we’re meant to be together, then so be it. It will all work out in the end.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” I finally whisper. “I thought we’d have a little more time.” “Me too,” he says and then moves toward me, pulling me into a tight hug. “But it’s for the best. This is what you want.” “And you want it too, right?” I ask, feeling something tug on my heart. It’s insistent and almost painful, but I have to ignore it. He swallows and blinks, taking far too long to answer. “Yeah. I want what you want, Skye.” I’m not sure I like that answer, but I let it go.

He breathes heavily, his chest heaving as he clings to me. “I’d travel the world to get to you. You just need to call.”