Chapter 6 #2
I pulled myself out of my old feelings and memories and focused on the alpha who was still knotted in me.
The shitty paradox was that it had only been a mediocre wave.
The awkwardness of our positions had dulled the pleasure a little.
But because it wasn’t terribly intense, the ripped, empty parts of me that would never feel how good it could be ever again didn’t register the pain.
“It’s okay,” I said, barely managing one aftershock orgasm as I adjusted to a more comfortable position. “I’m sure he was going too fast to notice anything.”
What a fucking nightmare. The only time I could have sex without rending, visceral pain was if it was mediocre. My life absolutely sucked.
And yet, when Jack started to laugh, subtly at first, but growing more uncontrollable by the second, it was contagious. Joy and warmth that had nothing to do with sex or instinct filled me. I tipped my head back and laughed like I meant it, and you know what? I did.
“We should straighten up and find a rest stop,” I laughed, then groaned as I fumbled my way out of the uncomfortable position the two of us were in.
“We definitely—ouch—should,” Jack agreed, wincing when I elbowed his side in an attempt to right myself. “And next heat wave, we’re not having sex in either of these seats.”
“I promise,” I laughed, then slumped into the passenger’s seat.
Okay, maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all. I hardly knew Jack and I would never be physically capable of bonding with him, but I still had an instinct that he was a good person and my type of guy.
We were still giggling ten minutes later, when we saw a sign for a rest area ahead. The service area had everything we needed. It took a bit of figuring things out once we parked beside a hookup spot, but between me, Jack, and the manual, we figured out how to plug the RV in.
“I bet they get pairs like us in here all the time,” I said as we exited the RV, both of us checking to make sure we weren’t crusted with slick or cum and that we wouldn’t get arrested for indecency the moment we stepped through the sliding doors.
“What, people who borrowed a luxury RV to run away from their gilded cage lives?” Jack asked, still smiling, but with an edge.
My heart ached for him.
The broken part of me throbbed and warped and nearly made me throw up.
“No, dummy.” I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. “Alpha and omega pairs caught in heat without warning.”
“Oh. Yeah. I guess you’re right about that,” Jack said, face heated.
I nudged him with my elbow and was surprised and delighted when he elbowed me back. It was like we’d been friends for ages instead of knowing each other for less than twenty-four hours.
I liked that.
A lot.
I’d been friends with Chester for ages before—
Nope. I wasn’t going to let the agony of the past ruin a fun time with my new alpha friend.
“We should pick up some snacks while the RV is charging,” Jack said. “I noticed that there wasn’t anything to eat in that cool little kitchen.”
“It is a cool little kitchen, isn’t it,” I said, smiling and walking with a spring in my step by Jack’s side. It felt good to be out in public with a fantastic alpha.
“Do we want to get food that we can actually cook or just snacks?” Jack asked as we walked down a long aisle with everything from canned stew to cookies.
“Let’s get a little bit of everything,” I said.
“Sounds good.”
Jack looked around like he’d suddenly found himself on foreign shores. He’d probably never been in a highway rest stop before, come to think of it. He hadn’t said much about himself, but he’d mentioned high society and that he was a lawyer. He probably had people to shop for him.
He’d probably never gotten in trouble before.
With a cheeky grin, I glanced around, then grabbed a two-pack of frosted donuts from the shelf beside me and stuffed it up under my shirt.
“What are you doing?” Jack hissed, eyes going wide.
I glanced around, and because no one was looking, I reached out and snagged a package of beef jerky from the aisle on the other side. “Five-finger discount,” I whispered.
I didn’t even like beef jerky.
“You can’t do that!” Jack said, shifting restlessly, like he wasn’t sure whether to cover for me or turn me in.
“Come on,” I told him, leaning closer to him while reaching for a candy bar from the shelf with the donuts. “Live a little.”
“Shoplifting isn’t living,” Jack giggled, looking desperately around.
“No, but it’s fun,” I said, taking a second pack of donuts.
My shirt was obviously stuffed by that point, but I didn’t care.
Jack was beside himself, though. He checked on the clerk at the front of the store, who was more interested in her phone than anyone in the shop, and out the window at the end of the aisle.
He was absolutely adorable and so, so good. I loved it.
A jagged thrust of wrongness cut through me, and one of the packets of donuts fell out of my shirt. A hole of grief as deep as the ocean welled within me. It was so strong that I nearly buckled to my knees. I wanted to sob and scream and tear the entire store to shreds.
Love. I wanted it. I craved it. But no matter how hard I banged my proverbial fists against that shitty, warped, broken barrier inside of me, I would never have it.
“You okay?” Jack asked as I bent over, ostensibly to pick up the dropped donuts.
“Yeah,” I lied.
Bending over caused a rush of slick to leak from my hole. I dropped the donuts, and the beef jerky fell out from under my shirt as well.
“Shit,” I said, standing abruptly and letting everything I’d been concealing drop to the tired, old linoleum. “Another heat wave just hit me.”
It wasn’t a lie. Whether my thoughts and feelings had caused it or just biology, the wave was rushing at me like a tsunami. Instead of trying to hold it off so we could get to the RV, I embraced it.
“Jack!” I grabbed a handful of the front of his shit. “I need you.”
“I’m here,” Jack said, holding his arms out like I was a gymnast and he was spotting me.
I straightened and looked around, spotting the restroom. A wicked, crazy idea hit me, and I headed immediately across the store, one hand still gripped around Jack’s shirt, and judging by the way he winced, a bunch of chest hair, too.
“Where are we going?” Jack asked as we crossed through the open, mostly empty area in the center of the rest stop, heading for the bathroom. “Do you want to wash up first?”
“No,” I said, my mood snapping back to mischievous high spirits so fast I was surprised I didn’t end up with whiplash. “I’ve got a better idea.”
The restroom area was one of the kind that was divided into two halves, male and female, with six sections, one each for alphas, betas, and omegas.
The individual stalls in the male omega section that I pulled Jack into were slightly more concealing than a lot of other public bathrooms. There were still six-inch gaps at the top and bottom of the door, but at least the sides fit snugly.
“I can’t be in here,” Jack warned me as I pulled open one of the stalls.
He must have figured out what I had in mind, because a second later, he hissed, “No! No, no, no, we can’t! It’s a public restroom!”
I’d chosen the omega section instead of the alpha because I knew it would be cleaner.
But it was still a service area rest stop.
That didn’t stop me from shoving my trousers down and more or less attacking Jack.
I sank to my knees on the tiles and yanked his sweatpants down.
They came easily, and his already hard cock jerked up, nearly hitting me in the face as I leaned in, trying to capture it with my mouth.
“Someone might come in at any—aah!” Jack’s protest turned into a loud sigh of pleasure as I swallowed him.
It was awesome. I made every garbled, sexy sound I could as I slathered and swallowed Jack’s cock. Slick poured down my thighs, immediately feeling cold as the harsh air of the restroom hit it. It was disgusting and made me shiver, but I still loved it.
“More,” I gasped, my voice raspy from having his cock in my throat.
I grabbed his shirt and used that as purchase to stand.
Then I kept climbing, using the stall wall to balance as I pulled myself up so I could try to sit on his cock.
Jack was well and truly in rut at that point and helped me along.
We both cried out with the pleasure of it all as he sank deep inside me.
I would have kept moaning and screaming obscenities if a pair of quiet voices hadn’t interrupted.
“…back by seven, if we’re lucky,” one of them said as they entered the bathroom.
“Kelly will be happy about that,” the other omega said as he entered the stall beside me and Jack. He raised his voice slightly so his friend could hear as he continued the conversation with, “It just sucks that we have to make a full report about the conference today.”
I was so close to coming and bursting with laughter that I thought I might explode with the effort to keep it inside. I grabbed the wall behind me with one hand and Jack’s shoulder with the other and started moving again, riding his cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“You know how Kelly is,” the first omega said, accompanied by the sound of peeing. “She’ll be busting our asses if we aren’t careful.”
I moved harder on Jack, biting my lip to stop myself from making noise.
“Stop! Stop!” Jack mouthed the words, his eyes wide.
He couldn’t stop either, though. He pinned me up against the wall and shoved into me, hard and repeatedly, biting my shoulder to keep his pleasured sounds from turning louder than a tight whine.
“It’s Albert that I’m worried about,” the second omega said. The toilet in the stall beside us flushed just as I felt my orgasm begin to swell and consume me. “He’s gunning for my job.”
The second toilet flushed, and Jack growled as his knot formed and his cum spurted inside me. Neither of us stopped moving through the unbearable pleasure.
“Albert? After your job?” the first omega said scoffingly as they both exited their stalls and headed for the sinks. “Three of him couldn’t do what you do.”
I kept jerking, even as Jack sagged, pushing me into the wall in his attempt to stay on his feet. I intended to get as many aftershock orgasms out of this wave as I could, especially if it meant there was a danger that the two omegas might hear us.
“Yeah,” the second omega said, “but I’m not the one blowing Jackson in the supply closet.”
The sinks stopped, the hand dryers went on, and I allowed myself a muffled sound of pleasure as a last-minute effort to see whether the omegas would notice what was going on right under their noses. They had to have smelled Jack at least. He was delicious, all fired up with rut.
“Oh my gosh, did you hear about—”
We never heard what the first omega had to say. They walked out of the bathroom, leaving me and Jack spent and our bodies rubbery as we gripped the wall in an attempt to remain upright.
As soon as I was sure we were alone again, I burst into hysterical laughter.