Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack
It was madness. All of it. There was no way I should have been anywhere other than the hotel room at Kincade Slopes, where I was supposed to be.
But there I was, in a highway rest stop, in the male omega bathroom, pressing an omega I barely knew but wasn’t sure I could live without up against the cold, tile wall of a bathroom stall, my knot firm in his hole.
And he was laughing.
I couldn’t help it. I started to laugh, too. How could I not? I’d fully stepped out of reality and was now living in some sort of sexy fever dream.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered breathlessly. “I can’t believe we just had heat sex in the bathroom of a rest stop at, what, seven in the morning?”
Quincy was still laughing, maybe a bit too much, but he pulled himself together enough to blink at me a few times with his wide, sparkling blue eyes and asked, “Is that what time it is? I’ve completely lost track of time.”
“I’ve lost track of everything,” I said, wrapping my arms around Quincy and rocking back so that I could lean against the opposite wall of the stall while still knotted in him.
My back and legs were getting sore and I needed the support.
Sure, I was an alpha, but my strength and endurance only went so far.
I could tell Quincy was exhausted as soon as he stopped laughing and let out a huge sigh. Our shifted positions meant he could let go and flop against me, letting me hold him up.
I liked that feeling. A lot. I’d never had anyone depend on me for anything as small as a paperclip. I’d certainly never had an omega trust me with his body the way Quincy did.
I wanted more.
We were so wrung out that, against all odds, we both almost fell asleep right there in the stall, standing up. The only thing that stopped me from shifting to sit on the toilet for a snooze was my knot going down, which made holding Quincy harder, and someone else coming in to use the bathroom.
That person was alone, though, and did their business quickly. I stayed silent the whole time, and I was pretty sure Quincy had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. Or, at least, if he wasn’t asleep, he’d gone listless and limp.
“Come on, sweetie,” I said softly once I was sure we were alone again. I pushed away from the wall and gently lowered Quincy to his feet as he shook himself fully awake.
For a split-second, he was panicked. “No! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to do it!”
Before I could do more than frown, he sucked in a breath and looked around, figuring out where he was.
Again, for the space of a single heartbeat, his expression was one of abject misery. He looked so lost and frightened. My alpha went wild with the need to protect him with my life and to destroy whoever had hurt him.
Then Quincy laughed again, his eyes dancing with impishness once more.
“That was awesome,” he said, reaching for the toilet roll and using a big wad of it to clean himself up.
I was so focused on him that it hadn’t dawned on me I was standing there with my pants around my thighs and my now half-hard cock sticking out. I made an embarrassed sound, then pulled off a wad of toilet paper to clean myself up as well.
The initial thrill of the whole thing gave way to hot-faced embarrassment. Quincy continued to giggle as we tidied up enough to leave the stall, then as we washed in the sink, me checking the door constantly to make sure no one else walked in and complained that an alpha was in the omega restroom.
I was so relieved when we left the bathroom and the rest stop entirely. It was my suggestion that we leave immediately, after buying only a take-away breakfast that we could eat in the RV.
“It’s not just what we, you know, did in there,” I explained as Quincy and I walked back to the RV. “It’s that I want us to get as far away from Kincade Slopes as possible before—”
“Before Daddy comes knocking on the door to make sure you’re fucking your omega properly,” Quincy finished for me. He added devilish wink that had me smiling, even though it was a serious concern.
The bathroom heat wave incident must have taken things out of Quincy more than he was letting on. Once we were safe in the RV and on the road again, still heading west, but without any real idea of a destination, he quietly excused himself and headed back to the bedroom, presumably to take a nap.
About an hour later, his sudden call of, “Jack! I need you! My next wave has started!” shook me out of my thoughts, which had started to spiral into worry about what might happen when this adventure finally ended.
“Coming, baby!” I called back, looking for a place we could pull over.
We were on the other side of the mountains by that point, and signs for Norwalk were everywhere.
Since there were a few spots with outstanding views along that stretch of highway, there were plenty of extremely wide shoulders and pull-off areas.
I found one of those, cut the engine, made sure all the doors were locked, then headed back to the bedroom.
I expected to find Quincy naked and posed with a wicked look, crooking his finger at me.
He was naked, but he was curled on his side in the middle of the bed with the covers tossed to the end. The way he rocked himself and sniffled, like he’d been crying, had me wanting to kick myself for ignoring my omega’s needs.
“Shit, sweetie,” I said, tugging off my clothes as fast as I could as the need to mate with him ricocheted through me. “You should have called for me sooner. I would have been there as soon as you needed me.”
For some reason, that made Quincy cry harder.
I was beside myself. My omega needed me, and somehow I was failing him. I dove into bed with him and rolled him to his back, covering him with my much larger body. All I wanted to do was kiss him and stroke him, giving him as powerful an orgasm as I could before thrusting into him.
Quincy’s tears dried up as soon as the pleasure of his heat wave swallowed him.
“That’s right, omega,” I growled, trying something different and borrowing a page from his kinky book as I grabbed the spermicide and squirted some on my fingers to prep him. “I’ve got you where I want you and I’m going to breed the hell out of you now.”
Quincy smiled, and his body went slack and accepting under me. “Yes,” he panted, reaching for me and digging his fingertips into my flesh. “Give me everything you’ve got. Make me feel it.”
I loved the challenge. No one had ever spoken to me like that before.
The way Quincy arched into me and made no secret of his need to be fucked and owned by me was a revelation.
I gave myself what I needed by fulfilling his needs, bending his legs back until his hole was gaping, then thrusting into him.
“Mine,” I growled. “My omega.”
It was probably wrong of me, but I didn’t care. The whole point of this adventure was to be free, to be myself, and I was damn well going to do that.
My punching thrusts reached a climax. The head of my cock slammed against the mouth of Quincy’s womb, demanding access, but it still wouldn’t open up for me.
It didn’t matter. We were both transported with pleasure, and even though I had that weird, warpy feeling in my gut as I started to come and as my knot expanded, it still felt so, so good.
“Yes,” I shouted, probably a bit too loud, as every last ounce of me spilled into him. “My omega. Mine.”
Quincy made some sort of sound that was probably pleasure, but sounded a bit like pain, and clung to me.
If he was in pain, he didn’t act like it.
He held onto me tighter and wrapped his whole body around me as the intensity of the moment faded into the afterglow.
His breath came in fast, shallow pants as he buried his face against my shoulder.
I stroked him to give him as many aftershock orgasms as I could… and I think he liked it?
“So good,” I whispered, trying to stay awake in the aftermath and let him know I actually cared about him, both with words and touches. “So sweet. You’re beautiful.”
I couldn’t stay awake, though. Not even when I was certain that Quincy was sobbing against me.
I was only out for half an hour, but as soon as I woke up, my concerns that something was wrong were back. If Quincy had been upset about something, especially if it was something I’d done, then I wanted to know what it was and make it better.
But my confusing omega wasn’t in bed with me anymore.
“Quincy?” I asked, sitting up, my heart suddenly racing.
Everything was probably fine. Quincy was a grown man and seemed very sure of himself. His clothes weren’t anywhere around, so maybe he’d gone for a walk to clear his head, or just stepped outside to see the view.
My alpha dismissed all of that as I threw back the covers and scrambled to get dressed again, despite needing a bath. My omega was in distress, my alpha just knew it. I had to find him. I had to—
“Oh, you’re awake!” Quincy’s voice sounded from outside the RV’s open side door. “Come outside and see this view!”
I blew out a breath of relief. I’d been right. Quincy had just wanted to see the spectacular scenery.
My alpha called bullshit, insisted something else was wrong, but I ignored him and stepped outside into the fresh, morning air.
“Isn’t it great?” Quincy asked, a broad smile on his face. “I don’t usually get out this way, but I know the views from this side of the mountains are spectacular.”
I studied Quincy instead of the landscape. He seemed alright. He was smiling, and the light was back in his eyes. Maybe he looked a little disheveled, but heat did that to omegas. It was still only his first day. He had a lot of energy left to expend.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, looking at him, his bright, sassy hair, his lip ring, his lithe body, the edges of tattoos that were still visible.