Shit. I was subconsciously referring to Jack as my alpha already.
Well, he wasn’t, and he never would be, thanks to fucking Chester.
“I packed sweatpants and a more comfortable shirt,” Jack said, following me out of the bedroom.
I schooled my expression and turned to rake his naked body with a lascivious grin as he moved into the light. It didn’t take much pretending to drool over Jack. He was beautiful and healthy. His skin was flushed, probably in response to my heat, but there was no denying that he took care of himself.
“The bag’s right over here,” I said, reaching for it as inner warmth started to spread through me. “I can probably wear my clothes from yesterday. It’s not like I had them on much anyhow.” I laughed.
“I guess not,” Jack said with an adorable amount of sheepishness.
I fetched my clothes from the passenger’s seat at the front of the RV while Jack dressed. Once we were both clothed, Jack slipped into the driver’s seat and turned on the RV, which meant turning on the heat, too, thankfully.
“I don’t really know how these things work,” Jack said once we were both buckled in, backing out of the gravel area we’dparked in for my heat wave. “There’s got to be a way to keep the heat on while we’re parked, right?
I laughed when I saw it was the same trailer area where the omegas taking part in the auction had arrived to begin their playtime. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
As Jack found our way onto the main road, and then onto the highway heading west, I searched around for some sort of manual explaining the RVs features. Luckily, there was one in the glove compartment.
“The RV has a battery, but I don’t know how charged it is,” I said, increasingly breathless as the warmth from my incoming heat wave made it harder and harder for me to concentrate. “We should really stop at someplace that has RV hookups to make sure it’s fully charged and that we have enough water.”
“Well, we’re on an interstate highway, so there should be someplace like that nearby,” Jack reasoned.
I nodded quickly, breathing fast as biology took over. “Not sure I can wait that long,” I panted.
Jack glanced to the side, his eyes wide. He then broke into a wide smile. “Need me to pull over?” he asked, like having heat sex on the side of the road would be the most fun he’d had in years.
His giddy excitement was contagious. Mostly because I could tell the idea of doing something so naughty was new and invigorating for him. Whatever kind of life Jack lived in his high society world when he wasn’t attending Dark Fantasies Club events, it must have been boring and tedious.
“Yes,” I gasped, already fumbling with the fastening of my seatbelt. “Fuck, I need your cock in me right now.”
“Okay, well, we can’t do anything while I’m driving, so—whoa!”
Jack laughed and pulled over immediately into the shoulder as I crawled out of my seat and over to straddle him.It was probably dangerous—Prone to irresponsible behavior, decreased self-regulation—but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Now, now!” I panted, pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down. “I need your cum now!”
He never had a chance to take his seatbelt off. I pushed at his sweatpants enough to free his erection, then managed some gymnastic moves to get my pants down around my thighs enough to impale myself on him.
It was ridiculous and mind-blowing. I was folded in a tight V, my ankles up around his shoulders and the headrest of his driver’s seat. He kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel as I braced myself as best I could and bounced on him with as much leverage as I could muster. The seatbelt limited Jack’s range of movement, but he was still able to bury himself all the way inside me and thrust a little.
It felt so good that I leaned back on the steering wheel. Great in theory, but I hit the horn every time I jerked, which meant it blared in time to his thrusts. God only knew what the people zooming past us on the highway thought.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” I shouted as the head of his cock hitting against my closed womb sent me into orgasm. “Right there! Right there!”
Jack made the sexiest, most possessive sound, and his knot swelled, locking us together. I swore I could feel the pressure of his cum blasting out and hitting against the mouth of my womb.
I wanted him deeper in me. I wanted his seed to take hold in me and make a baby. I wanted that broken part of me to suddenly be whole so that I could feel those magical, heady swirls of connectedness uniting my soul to my alpha’s. Chester had turned out to be the biggest asshole who ever lived, but at the time, when we were still in love and I believed in the goodness of people, that moment when we’d bonded had been amazing.
“Shit!” Jack gasped as the intensity of the moment began to subside. “I think the cop that just passed us is suspicious.”
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.
