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.ThoseLinkletters. 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?”
