Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack
Free. Free from my dad, free from the expectations my parents had for me, and free from the world that I’d been born into and was stuck in.
I’d never thought it would be possible, but with me and Quincy racing around our hotel suite, showering quickly, then packing up my things and his, which had been brought to the room earlier, I felt like freedom was a very real possibility.
For the first time in my entire life.
“This is going to be awesome,” Quincy giggled as he shoved a few of the restraints, silken cords, and toys that had been sitting out on the bureau into my overnight bag. “No one will be able to find us.”
“They’ll be able to trace your license plate number,” I said as I hoisted the bag over my shoulder.
Quincy gave me the most devilish look imaginable. “Who says I’m not driving around with a stolen license plate to begin with?”
That gave me pause. I looked at him funnily.
I didn’t know enough about the dazzling omega standing in front of me, looking almost wrong with clothes on, to know whether he was teasing me or if that’s just the sort of guy he was.
I couldn’t get a full read on what Quincy was like, which was as exciting as it was disconcerting.
All I knew was that, for no good reason whatsoever, I trusted this wild omega with my life.
“Come on,” Quincy said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.
I felt something from that simple contact. It wasn’t the cliché electric spark of the two of us connecting when our hands met, skin to skin. It was more like a charged wobble, a dizzying, warped sensation, like a note played out of tune. I liked it, though. It was interesting and different.
Quincy poked his head out into the hall to see if the coast was clear.
I couldn’t imagine who would be up and about at three in the morning during an omega auction event.
Maybe he had the right idea, though. If my dad was between waves with his omega playmate, then other people might be restless and wandering, too.
Ugh. I didn’t want to think about my dad. I was still so embarrassed by his interruption and the way he thought he had to check in on me. I wasn’t a child, although I supposed in his eyes I always would be.
“The hall is empty,” Quincy whispered to me, then tugged me after him, into the dimly lit corridor.
Kincade Slopes had the feel of a high-end resort more than a generic hotel.
The part where I had my suite was constructed more like a warren than a cold building with identical floors stacked one on top of the other.
The hallway curved until it reached the large, rustic staircase that led down into the lobby.
Quincy and I trod carefully and slowly, more because it added to the excitement of what we were doing than because we actually needed to stay silent.
We did pass a few doors with distinct sex noise coming from behind them.
More than a few. It might have been the middle of the night, but the guests of the ski lodge were certainly busy.
The lobby wasn’t particularly silent or abandoned either. It was quiet, but the lights were on and a fire crackled happily in the massive hearth to one side of the lounge. Soft music played through a hidden PA system, and someone was humming along, kind of like I did with my show tunes.
“Hey, can I get you guys something?” a voice greeted us from behind the desk.
It was a testament to how tense I was about the whole running away thing that I nearly jumped out of my skin at the mild, omega voice. Quincy only brightened and turned to pull me over to the desk.
“Hey, Mads,” he replied with a broad smile as the omega working the desk put down the book he’d been reading and stood to meet us. “You’ve got everyone’s car keys, right?”
I was mildly surprised that Quincy knew the omega.
I knew Madison Kincade, too, but not in a way Quincy would probably expect.
Yes, he was the co-owner of Kincade Slopes and married to Benny Kincade, but his maiden name was Linkletter.
Madison Linkletter. Those Linkletters. Madison’s family owned a massive RV company and were part of Barrington’s high society.
I’d actually gone to school with Mads at Percival Academy.
I think our dads had actually considered arranging a marriage between the two of us when I’d first started presenting as alpha and Mads as an omega.
That was ancient history, though.
“You two know each other?” I asked, glancing between Quincy and Mads.
“Through work, yeah,” Mads said.
My eyebrows went up even farther when Quincy said, “I work in events management at the Grand Hotel. We’ve coordinated a few things between the two venues before.” He turned back to Mads with a restless smile and said, “Right now, I’m hoping we can coordinate an escape.”
Mads glanced at me, grinning. “Ah, escape!” he said. “The dream of anyone raised in the circles we came from.”
It felt weird that this omega I had known ages ago understood how I felt about things. Or maybe something else was causing my increasingly restless, itchy, hot feeling.
“I’ll just grab your keys from the back,” Mads said, sliding off the stool where he sat and turning toward the door behind the desk. “Give me a sec.”
Quincy let out a breath as soon as Mads was gone. “Friends in high places, am I right?” he said, picking at the front of his shirt and using the fabric to fan himself.
I grinned, but my attention was quickly drawn to the pink bits of Quincy’s skin that I could see, the way his lip ring seemed extra tight against his lush lips, the sparkle in his eyes, and the sudden strength of his cotton candy scent.
I wanted to pull him into my arms and rub him all over my body.
I wanted to kiss him until that lip ring caused a bruise on my own lips.
I wanted to turn him over the concierge desk, yank his trousers down, and—
“Oh, fuck!” Quincy gasped, then laughed. “I think I might be going into heat for real.”
I blinked and rocked back, realizing I’d leaned so close to him that I was towering over him. “For real real?” I blinked again. “Are you sure it’s not still the Heat Lightning pill?”
“This is definitely the real thing,” Quincy said, shifting from one foot to the other, like he was dripping slick and making a mess of his pants.
I could smell it as he moved. More than that, I growled possessively before I was aware of making the sound.
“Come here, you,” Quincy huffed breathily, then grabbed my tie.
He pulled me hard toward him, and I was helpless to do anything other than tug him into my arms and slam my mouth over his.
We hadn’t really kissed in the heat waves we’d already spent with each other.
Both of us had been too busy playing around and getting down to the business of fucking to do anything like kissing.
That’s all I wanted now. Well, almost all I wanted.
I scooped Quincy up, supporting him with a hand under his decidedly damp ass, so he could cling to me, grip the sides of my head, and devour my mouth like it was a caramel tart.
“Need you,” he murmured against my lips, his lip ring a solid contrast to his skin. “Need you in me. Give me all your cum.”
I was desperate to do exactly that, but before I could do more than pivot to brace him against the desk, a thought poked its way through the growing heat lust.
“We can’t leave,” I said, slipping my hands under his shirt so I could touch his skin and nuzzling the side of his neck to bathe in his scent. “We have to go back up to the room. We can’t escape after all.”
We couldn’t be free.
“Actually,” Mads voice only a few feet away from us on the other side of the desk shocked me out of the lust that was drowning me, “I might have a solution for that.”
Quincy was surprised as well and tensed. He slipped off the edge of the desk, keeping most of his body plastered to mine, and turned to Mads to ask, “What solution?”
Mads glanced between the two of us, grinning at what he saw, then asked, “Either of you ever driven an RV before?”
I looked at Quincy, then we both answered Mads with, “No.”
Mads seemed to think we were the funniest thing in the world.
“It’s not that hard.” He opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a set of keys.
“Before Benny and I got together, he was an ESA that my dad hired to take my heat. I had other plans, though. I wanted out of that life. I pretended I wanted to spend my heat in one of Dad’s luxury RVs, but then I kidnapped him and ran away. ”
“You what?” I asked, eyes going wide.
Quincy laughed. “That’s awesome.”
“It was pretty awesome,” Mads said with a modest shrug.
“Anyhow, RVs are great for sneaky getaways.” He held out the keys to me.
“Take ours. It’s parked at the far corner of the lot.
You’ll probably have to stop to get food and things, but it’s gassed up.
I think there’s even a bunch of heat supplies in there from the last time Benny and I needed a little privacy. ” He winked at Quincy.
“This is fantastic, Mads,” Quincy answered, swiping the keys from him. “I definitely owe you one for this.”
“Thanks,” I said as well, though my head was spinning too much to know whether this was a great idea or a terrible one.
“I’ll handle things for you on this end,” Mads called after us as Quincy grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door.
A quick wave of dread hit me as Mads reminded me there would be things to take care of at Kincade Slopes when my dad discovered we were missing.
I had no doubt he would try to check in on me again in a few hours.
Sometimes, when he took me to events like this, I felt like he might stand over me and watch to make sure I was fucking an omega the way he thought an alpha should.