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.
