“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.
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.
