“Omegas like me, in their late thirties and forties, the single dads, the divorcés… We don’t want to be wooed.”
“No?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want romantic dinners, flowers, jewelry, or opera tickets. I don’t want expensive wine if it means I have to listen to some alphahole explaining in debilitating detail about stuff I already know.”
“I hear you. So what do omegas your age want?”
“It’s simple, Chase. We want dick.”
I sucked in a startled breath, and he laughed at my reaction.
“It’s true. I want an average guy with just enough brain cells to ask about my day and listen to the answer. But most of all, I want him to fuck it all better. That’s it. All the single dads out there would tell you the same thing if they dared. We just wantto get dicked deep enough to pump some endorphins into our brains. Preferably by someone who knows when to shut up.”
“Wow.”
And now my cock stirred. Because I saw myself as that average guy, dicking Jay so hard he’d be drowning in endorphins.
Think of sweaty benches. You’re sitting on one. Sweaty alpha ass cracks are imprinted here. Just please, don’t get hard.
“Sorry, that was oversharing,” Jay said, unaware of what mayhem his casual words caused in my system. “But it’s valuable information. You might have use for it ten years from now.”
“Uh.”Say something, idiot!
Jay eyed me with worry. “I apologize for being so blunt. I’m in a lousy mood, I guess. I didn’t mean to traumatize you.”
“No. God no, actually…I’m not traumatized. Not at all. I just…”
Now or never.
He glanced at me, curious. “Yes?”
“I really shouldn’t be saying this.”
“What?”
“You won’t get me fired, will you?”
“Is there a reason?”
Damn. The last time I felt like this was when a friend had taken me bungee jumping. Just before the plunge, my stomach had done the exact same thing it was doing now.
“Jay, I’ll ask you one question, and if you say no, we’ll forget about it. Like it never happened.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Then ask.”
“Do you want to come to my place? For sex.”
Fuck. I’ve said it out loud.
His eyes grew big, and his lips parted. He looked genuinely shocked.
“Oh my God, you mean it, don’t you?”
That was not a no. I suppressed a hopeful smile. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Again, not a no.
