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.
I shook my head to clear that disgusting thought as Quincy and I burst out into the cool, mountain night. It was spring, and that high up in the mountains the nights were cold. Neither of us had suitable coats, but it didn’t really matter.
“There it is,” Quincy said, nodding to the huge, surprisingly glamorous RV parked in the far corner of the lot.
It had “Kincade Slopes” painted on the side in elegant lettering, which made me laugh. Mads had implied he and Benny used it as a heat getaway, but I suppose when you ran a business, any opportunity to advertise was a good one.
“This is perfect,” Quincy said, breathless and radiating heat, once we unlocked the side door and stepped inside. “I’ve always thought RVs like this are super cool, but this one is really nice.”
He was right. High-end might have been an understatement. The interior of the RV was as posh as any room at the lodge, with cozy furnishings and a tiny but complete kitchen. A surprisingly large bedroom stood at the back of the vehicle, down a tight hallway. There was even a bathroom with a shower, albeit one I wasn’t sure my alpha bulk would fit into comfortably.
“We could drive to the ends of the earth and back in this,” Quincy sighed, looking around.
I caught the tears in his eyes. Miserable tears. His mood had changed on a dime. Or maybe I was just reading things wrong. Three minutes ago, he’d been naughty and mischievous. If I didn’t know any better, at that second, I’d’ve said he was depressed beyond reason and about to sink into a ball and sob.
Then he sucked in a deep breath and turned to me, the excitement and wickedness back in his eyes. “Let’s go!” he said, pushing me down the narrow corridor to the driver’s and passenger’s seats at the very front of the vehicle. “Let’s see how far we can get before I can’t stand it anymore and have to mount you and ride you like a stallion.”
That made me laugh, but I also made me hot as fuck. Which might have been an advantage, since it kept me from being anxious about driving something as large as a luxury RV for the first time.
Honestly, it wasn’t all that different from driving a truck, which I’d done before. The controls were fairly similar. I was large enough to feel comfortable in the driver’s seat, and with a few adjustments, my feet were on the pedals, the mirrors pointed where they needed to point, and I was able to use the handy cameras to back up and make a turn without hitting anything.
We made it as far as the base of the mountain.
“That’s it,” Quincy gasped, peeling his shirt up over his head. “I can’t take it anymore. This wave is too strong. I need your cock in me.”
I could only manage a grunt in reply. I felt it, too. I was so close to rut that I could barely see to find a place to pull the RV over.
There was a small, gravel parking lot with what looked like an empty trailer just before the road up to the lodge met the main road. I managed to pull over there and, miraculously, turned the RV off and put the parking brake on before Quincy tackled me.
“Mine,” he purred, somehow already naked, tugging and ripping at my clothes to try to get to my skin.
I didn’t want him to mount me while I was sitting in the driver’s seat of an RV. For one, there wasn’t enough room to move around. For another, Mads had mentioned something about heat supplies in the RV, and as horny and desperate as I was, I had enough sense rattling around in my brain to know I didn’t want to get this amazing and fiery omega pregnant.
But the only word that made it out of my mouth was, “Bed,” before Quincy slammed his mouth over mine.
I loved kissing him. I decided that right away as I muscled my way out of the driver’s seat with Quincy wrapped around me. I have no idea at all how I did it, but I managed to struggle my way through the RV, bumping into nearly every piece of furniture and wall on my way, to the bedroom at the back. Quincy showedremarkable strength and agility as he clung to me and humped my side.
“You’re so hot,” Quincy gasped, sliding out of my arms and down to his knees on the cold floor in front of me once we reached the bed and I started to search for the heat supplies. “Need you.”
It was wild and heady. Quincy undid my trousers and yanked them down as I reached up to check the cabinets above the bed. There were extra sheets, blankets, and pillows in most of those cabinets, but not the spermicide I was so anxious to find.
“It’s probably in one of the bedside—ah!”
