Pit Stop Quotes

“Right. Heard you got yourself a mate. You’re a lucky man,” he says, looking at me. “Lots of omegas have been trying to land him, but he was never interested.” I peer over at Maverick and then meet the bartender’s stare. “How about he’s lucky to have me? I’m quite the catch.” The man’s beard twitches, and he laughs. It booms around us, and people turn to stare. But they eventually turn away and ignore us, too focused on the task at hand. “How did you two meet?” he asks us. “A glory hole,” I say before Maverick can say I’m Forest’s brother. I don’t want to be that right now. I want to be myself. “He fucked me and I went into heat and the rest is history.” The man guffaws again and shakes his head. “I see what you mean. You are a catch.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“I hate eggplant, by the way. Shitty vegetable.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“I side-eye them as I take a seat at a desk, my ass hitting a mostly comfortable chair, and I pull out some textbooks and my laptop. “You got a smart one then,” another guy says, and Maverick curses under his breath.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“Maverick shifts near the door and runs a hand down his face. He looks disappointed. Maybe because he’s stuck with me now. I mean, he could definitely do better.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“I reach into my pocket and snap open some hand sanitizer, squirting it on my hands, and then glance at the hole. I squirt some on there too. Can’t be too careful. With our enhanced healing abilities, we don’t get sick often or for very long, but still. People are nasty. I can’t imagine what that hole has seen. I end up sanitizing every place in the stall that I may need to touch, and by the time I’m done, the small bottle I brought with me is empty. I sigh in relief, the smell of alcohol permeating the small space, and toss the container into the overflowing garbage can in the corner. It pings off the side and rolls onto the dirty floor just as the door to the bathroom squeaks open. Oh fuckity-fuck balls.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“and something else I can’t quite make out. But it makes my heart pitter- patter all the same. When he finally pulls away, my lips chasing his, he brushes a thumb across my cheek. “No one’s ever stood up for me before.” “No one?” I ask, breathless. “No one but you.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“I’m not sorry about any of that,” I say as I shove the helmet on my head and meet his stare. I clip it under my chin and put my hands on my hips. “She was rude and I couldn’t stand it.” He blinks down at me, his hand moving toward the back of my neck. He squeezes it gently, pulling me toward him. His lips land on mine, a soft kiss that grows more fevered. I groan into him and hold on to his shoulders to keep myself standing. I can feel several emotions swirling through me, tightening around my chest. Relief, possession,”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“I start to vibrate with euphoria as he knots me again and we fall onto the bed, our bodies wrapped against each other, our breathing labored. “It feels different this time,” I say, and he nods, kissing my broken skin. “It feels right. You and me.” “Yes,” I say as my eyelids fall shut. The last thing I remember is him whispering something in my ear, words that are foreign to me. And it lulls me to sleep.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

“Gonna suck your dick so much the next few days. Gonna make you come over and over.” I gasp as I imagine it, him between my legs, his tongue doing things to me that I’ve been craving. “Come for me, Skye. Just me.” I nod as he continues to fuck into me, his movements stuttering, growing more frantic. My body is burning up, an inferno. This is worse than the first time. I can tell. It’s hotter, more feral. I always heard the first time was the most intense, but I can tell that this time is going to give Maverick a run for his money. He’s going to get very little sleep the next few days.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop

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

“He may not know that I do. I try to hide it so when this ends, he can move on, but fuck. I can feel him. He’s a part of me.”
― Cora Rose, Pit Stop