His Dominant Omega Jarrett, J. (ebook reader with highlighter .txt) 📖

in his truck didn’t work. When he left home, he only took what was in his savings account before his father put a block on it. He only had a little over three thousand dollars that he had to make last. He rented a little apartment in Silver Creek from a nice older lady who he swore was cutting him a deal and bought some groceries. With the remainder, he bought this rusty old truck. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and for a thousand dollars it was the right price for what he could afford.

The woman at the AT&T store knew the owners of Carsten and Son’s and set him up with the latest iPhone that all the employees had. Cole fell in love with the little piece of machinery. It was nicer than what he had when he lived at home, and since he didn’t have a television this little guy would offer him some entertainment.

After he left the store he headed home. He yawned and got the chance to stretch when he stopped at a stop sign. The Early Bean Café was right across the street, and he saw Margie, his landlady, standing outside talking to one of her employees. Cole thought his name was Shane, but he couldn’t remember. They both waved as his truck coughed and sputtered down the road. He waved back, and his cheeks heated with embarrassment. He used to drive a brand-new Dodge Ram, but like his phone, his dad took that, too.

He pulled his truck up along the curb and got out. He returned their wave then climbed the steps to the front door. Cole slowly climbed the two flights of stairs to his little studio apartment. His quads and calve muscles were killing him. He had to do so much squatting on the rooftop today and his body just wasn’t use to that. All the time he spent in the gym didn’t prepare him for manual labor.

Cole unlocked the door and stepped inside. He couldn’t help but smile in pride at his little home. It wasn’t much, but it was his. Cole kicked off his boats by the door and went into the kitchen. He pulled out a frozen pizza and popped it into the oven. After setting the timer he headed to the bathroom to grab a quick shower.

Within seconds steam filled the small room, and Cole stepped under the waterfall of hot water. The water cascaded down over his head to run in rivers down his back and chest. His muscles eased a bit, and he started to relax. He soaped up his washcloth and scrubbed his face and body then shampooed his hair. When he was done he spun in a circle, rinsing off the soap bubbles.

As he stood there soaking up the warmth from the water, his mind drifted off to thoughts of Josef. His black hair stood out in contrast to his pale, creamy skin. Cole would guess the man was older than him but not by too much. Josef’s warm brown eyes held a maturity that only belonged to a person who knew hardships and heartache.

Cole ran his hands leisurely down his chest. His cock perked up and stood out in front of him. Letting one hand move upward toward a pebbled nipped, Cole dropped the other to his growing shaft.

He’d never forget seeing the surprise in Josef’s eyes when he opened the door. Josef was a little taller than him but Cole was every bit as broad as Josef. They stared at each other for what felt like hours until Cole broke Josef out of his trance.

It wasn’t easy for Cole to be around Josef, and it clearly wasn’t easy for the other man. But Cole kept his true scent hidden from Josef. If the man caught one little whiff that he and Cole were mates, they’d probably had gone at it like rabbits right there in his office.

His hand gripped his cock tight as the image of bedding Josef over the edge of his desk overcame him. Cole wanted to rip away the snugfitting cotton polo Josef wore with his teeth. He stroked his length as he visualized how Josef’s muscles would jump and pulse as Cole rubbed along his spine going downward until he reached the firm globes of Josef’s ass.

“Oh, God.” Cole’s hand sped up as he jerked his cock. He dropped his other hand down to fondle his balls.

Cole just bet the dark hair that sat on Josef’s head covered his whole body. A nice pelt over his chest that ran a thin line of hair down his treasure trail until it reached his groin. Cole wanted to bury his face in the tight thatch of curls surrounding Josef’s thick cock and breathe in his manly scent. And Cole new it was thick by the outline in Josef’s pants. The man had a mighty fine piece of meat behind his zipper.

He pictured running his tongue down the groove of Josef’s spine until he reached the top of his ass. Then he’d pull his cheeks apart and stare at the dark sprinkles of hair shrouding Josef’s entrance.

Cole’s hand faltered for a moment as he envisioned licking and sucking at the other man’s opening. He took a deep breath and stroked faster. His balls drew up close to his dick as his orgasm climbed to the surface. Two more pulls had him shooting white arcs over the tiled wall of the shower.

He rested his head back against the wall and tried to catch his breath. Cole desperately wanted to do all those things to Josef, but Cole had to get his life in order first. He could only imagine what his father would say if Cole brought home his mate who just so happened to be a wolf, which would please his father,