“Are you still staying at the Mayflower Inn?” Cade asked.
He stiffened. Cade noticed the reaction. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to go back there,” Jon whispered. “I can barely afford another night there because I can’t find a damn job.”
“Still?” Cade asked. The dominant wolf frowned. At least Cade hadn’t made fun of him.
“Yeah. No one wants to hire me. I get it. Jobs are few and between and I have no experience, but I need to find one soon,” Jon admitted.
“How about the bar?” Cade suggested.
Jon didn’t know where Cade was taking him, certainly not to his motel, because they were going the other way. He still couldn’t wrap his head on what Cade just said.
“Are you offering me a job?” he asked, stunned.
“Sure. We could afford to hire new staff, and we’re filling in a couple of positions. There’s assistant cook, waitstaff—”
Jon interrupted him. “Are you offering me a job out of pity?”
He didn’t mean to sound offended. Here was a guy who saved his life and was offering him a job.
Cade sighed. “No. I know you can find one eventually, but I also know you’ll work at whatever job you find.”
Jon relaxed. “I won’t disappoint you. I can come by the bar later and fill out an application form.”
Cade laughed. “Baby, you’re already hired. This is the interview.”
“I hope I don’t disappoint you,” Jon finally said.
“I doubt you will.” Cade reached over and patted his arm.
The touch woke his dick and he tried his best to pretend to be interested in the scenery.
“Now who’s spotting the boner?” Cade teased.
“I can’t help it. You don’t have a shirt on. How am I supposed to make my dick behave?” Jesus. Jon couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this bold. Something about Cade made him a little less scared of everything. He hesitated, then said, “Cade, back at the bar, you said you can’t control yourself around me.”
Cade growled low in his throat. “You remembered that, huh?”
“Please don’t dodge the question.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, what you’d feel like under me with my dick buried in you.”
The images Cade summoned made him blush harder and even hornier.
“I can smell your arousal, Omega,” Cade pointed out unhelpfully.
“Why haven’t you made a move?” he asked, glad he wasn’t tongue-tied.
Keeping one hand on the wheel, Cade used the other to run his hand through his hair, a gesture the dominant wolf did when he was nervous. Jon would know. He watched Cade plenty over the past two weeks.
“Because I’m not the guy for you. Jon, there’s a reason my ex-lovers call me a bastard,” Cade explained.
Jon snorted. “You sleep around only because you haven’t found the right one.”
He expected Cade to ask Jon if he was the right one, or laugh at him.
The silence seemed to stretch on forever, before Cade spoke. “Maybe you’re right. We’re here.”
Cade parked the car by the curb. Fronting, he gazed out the windows to see an apartment building. “Where?”
“My place. I’m looking for a roommate,” Cade said, easy grin back in place.
“R-roommate?” Jon didn’t mean to stutter. “I can’t pay you a month’s rent.”
“We’ll minus it from your pay. For now, you can crash and get some sleep if you don’t want to stay at the motel.” Cade got out of the car.
Was this really happening? Jon got out of the car.
“Are you sure?” Jon asked as they took the elevator to the fourth floor. Cade led him in front of the unit opposite the lift. Inside, the apartment was alarmingly neat. Who knew Cade was organized?
“Let me give you a tour, the place isn’t much,” Cade said as Jon tagged along. “Kitchen and living room. Right through the corridor is the bathroom and two bedrooms. Mine’s right at the end. You’ll be taking the guest bedroom.”
“Is that where your lovers sleep if you want to sleep in your own bed?” Jon wished he didn’t let his mouth get the better of him.
Cade regarded him. Jon had trouble focusing on Cade’s face because the dominant wolf still hadn’t donned a shirt. “I’ve never brought anyone back here.”
Cade nodded. “This is my den. Quickies are all I’m good for.”
Those words struck Jon as painful somehow. He didn’t push it. If they were going to be roommates, then Jon had time to come up with a game plan to make Cade fall in love with him.
“Jon,” Cade’s breath came out ragged. “You shouldn’t be so close to me, not when I’m like this.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Jon stuck up his stubborn chin.
Cade shook his head. “I quit the military after that, because I no longer had full control of my wolf. That incident changed my beast forever.”
“So? That’s what a mate is for. To help anchor you back to reality,” Jon stated.
“You don’t know what kind of monster you have on your hands,” Cade said, grabbing his wrist.
His heartbeat started a staccato rhythm, but Cade only licked and placed a kiss on his racing pulse. Did Cade think he could easily scare Jon off?
“I’ve lived with a real monster,” he said, meeting Cade’s eyes. “You’re nothing like him. Cade, you’re fierce, protective, and caring”
Growling, Cade sat back on the blanket and pulled Jon into his lap. Jon’s knees were parted on either side of Cade’s leg, touching denim when he could be touching skin. He rested a hand on Cade’s chest.
“Your wolf’s frustrated, so is mine. Claim me, Cade. Make me your mate, in every sense of the word.”
“Once we start on this path, we can’t go back anymore.” Cade settled his hands on his waist, then cursed. “This isn’t how I planned tonight.”
“Plans don’t matter. We’ll improvise.”
Cade cradled his back, running his big hand up and down Jon’s spine, making him feel a little languid. Jon groaned.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Cade stated.
Jon smiled. “You, too.”
Cade peeled off his shirt and let Jon take off his.
“Wait,” Jon said, standing to chuck off his jeans. Cade rose to his feet and he reached for Cade’s pants and undid it. When he pulled out Cade’s dick, he let out a breath.
Cade was thick, curving, and larger than Jon was used to.
“Like what you see, baby?” Cade asked, rubbing his stubbled jaw against Jon’s smooth cheek, like a huge, predatory cat.
“You’re so big,” he told the truth, beginning to reach for Cade’s dick, but Cade grabbed his wrist.
“Those are the words to a man’s heart,” Cade said, pulling them back to their earlier position, with Jon straddling his lap. Cade took his mouth again.
The kiss was biting, rough, just what Jon was in the mood for. The taste and heat of Cade went down his throat. He shifted on Cade’s lap, his own exposed dick was leaking, hardening the more their bare skin touched. Fuck, but Cade was all muscle and he loved rubbing up against all that tempting, hard expanse of skin.
Cade wrapped his fingers around Jon’s dick and started to stroke. Jon’s moan was still muffled by the demanding press of Cade’s mouth. Damn, but this man knew how to kiss.
“You can’t imagine how often I thought of this moment,” Cade said, releasing his mouth.
“I masturbate to the thought of you at night,” Jon confessed.
Cade chuckled. The bastard worked his dick with his talented fingers, alternating between fast and slow. “I know. I can hear you.”
Jon glared at him, but the sensations were too much. He gripped Cade’s shoulders. He could feel Cade’s prick against his belly and wondered how it would feel, buried deep inside him.
“I want to hear you scream out my name, baby,” Cade said, nipping his ear. The dominant wolf thumbed away his pre-cum and gave his balls a squeeze. His skin turned fever hot. Each one of Cade’s touches seemed to further spread the fire building inside him. “But not yet. You’ll hold your climax back until my say-so.”
Jon groaned. How could this man’s touch affect him so much? No, that wasn’t much of a surprise. They were meant to be after all, and he could no longer wait. “That’s so hot.”
“Wait, I brought lube,” Cade said, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans, pausing when Jon shook his head.
With a shy smile, he said, “We Omegas are self-lubricating. You didn’t know?”
Cade growled. “Fuck, no wonder Dev and Saz couldn’t stop fucking.”
Cade parted his legs a little further and gently pushed inside his hole. He groaned, already slick and ready. Cade added a second digit, stretching him.
“Please. Take me now,” he begged, blushing furiously but not caring.
Need surged inside him.
“Be patient, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Cade was so sweet. Cory hadn’t given a fuck whether Jon was ready or not. No, Jon should forget about that asshole. Only Cade and he mattered now. Cade curled his fingers, brushing against his prostate. Gasping, he sunk his nails into Cade’s biceps, but the dominant wolf didn’t seem to mind.
“Do that again,” he whispered.
Cade did, making him groan.
“I can’t take more of this torture,” Jon murmured. If Cade kept on teasing him, he’d really shoot his load, and that would be embarrassing. Jon didn’t want to ruin the moment. The only other man he’d been with was Cory, and it had been nothing like this.
“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Cade murmured, adding a third finger in. Cade did a twisting motion and pumped in and out. Pleas spilled from Jon and he was finally relieved. Cade positioned his cock head into his entrance. “Ready?”
“Fuck me now, please.”
Who was this wanton creature? Jon didn’t care. He liked this side of him and Cade did, too, apparently. Lust sparked in Cade’s eyes. Cade pushed himself in, going slow and steady. Jon groaned, seeing Cade’s abs flex. Cade was so big.
“Burns,” he whispered.
“Relax for me. I’m going to make you see stars soon,” Cade promised.