His Dominant Omega by Jarrett, J. (feel good books .TXT) 📕

Beep, beep, beep.

The timer on the oven sounded, and Cole turned off the water. He quickly dried off, threw on some boxers, and went to save his pizza from burning.

Cole got out a plate, stacked some slices on it, and grabbed some juice from the fridge. He carried it all back to the front seating area, sat down on the couch, and began to eat. He was starving.

The whole being gay thing never bothered Cole before, but he knew his dad wouldn’t like it one bit. He wanted his sons to marry and have a shit load of kids, giving him grandchildren. Being gay didn’t mean Cole couldn’t give him grandchildren. It just meant that said grandkids would more than likely be human. Cole still wanted to have a family one day, and adopting was an option for him that he totally intended to explore.

But his father would never accept humans into his life. Even if they were Cole’s children through adoption.

“Fuck him,” Cole grumbled as he bit into another piece of pizza. “I don’t need your approval, Dad.” And he didn’t. When he chose to finally let Josef know they were mates, he wouldn’t let his dad poison what he and Josef had.

After he finished his dinner Cole played around on his phone. Around ten o’clock Cole decided to call it a night. He got under the soft cool sheets. His body ached from a hard day’s work but the mattress hugged his body to perfection, putting Cole at ease. He let his eyes fall shut. Behind his eyelids all he could see was Josef’s smiling face.

Cole groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He pulled the pillow over his head as if that would block out Josef’s sexy image. Cole didn’t know how long he could wait before he revealed himself to Josef. After his wank in the shower, his body craved the real thing.

Chapter Three

After Josef met up with Jensen Collins, the architect who designed the Anderson house, he had to really question Jensen’s motives for the meeting. Nothing on the blueprints had changed, and most of the time they stood around talking about the fucking weather.

Not that Josef didn’t like spending time with Jensen, he just had other things to do than waste his time away doing nothing. The guy was a cute redhead, not typically his type, but a week ago had Jensen propositioned him he would have accepted. But now he wasn’t so sure. Luckily he got a call from Devon and made his escape before that awkward conversation came up.

The day ran long, and he got busy helping some guys finish installing windows on a small cottage-style house that Josef was certain held more windows than actual walls. It was pretty, but Josef would bet money it’d be drafty come winter.

Josef removed his shirt and tossed it in the back. He had sweated so bad that the damn thing stuck to him like a second skin. When he got into his truck he turned the air conditioning on max and let the cool air blow across his damp skin. A little chill caused his arm hair to stand on end.

His phone started to ring, and he didn’t even look to see who was calling. He just hit the call screen. “Hello.”

“Josef, hi. It’s Jensen.”

Josef silently cursed himself. He so didn’t need to finish this conversation. He knew why the man was calling, and any other time he totally would have been into getting a piece of that sexy little ginger but now…

His thoughts trailed off as a picture of a tall blond man with the most intriguing eyes danced across his memory. Cole.

Josef brought his fist up to his forehead and banged the flat end against his forehead. He should have checked the caller ID first. “Hey, Jensen. What’s going on?”

“Not much. I just wanted to thank you again for coming out today.” Jensen fell silent, and Josef started to pull the phone from his ear to see if he had dropped the call when the other man spoke up. “I was wondering if you would like to get something to eat sometime, with me.”

And there it was. A part of him wanted to say yes, but then a part of him felt like that would be a betrayal to Cole, which was ridiculous since he hadn’t even been on a date with the guy.

“Jensen, I’m flattered. I really am, but I don’t want this to infringe upon our working relationship.” Josef spoke the truth. Devon would shit monkeys if he hooked up with one of the only architects he actually really liked.

“You’re not one for mixing business and pleasure.” Jensen laughed. “I can understand that. But you can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“No, you can’t, and I don’t.”

“Great. Well I guess I’ll call you if the Andersons make any more changes to their house.”

They talked for a few minutes more, laughing about how the Andersons kept changing every little thing, then said a quick goodbye. Jensen had another call coming through, and Josef had just pulled into the driveway in front of his house.

Before getting out of the truck he reached over and snatched up his discarded shirt and climbed out. As he headed up the walkway he noticed Devon sitting on the front porch drinking a beer. He walked up the steps and sat in the lounge chair next to his friend.

“So how did the new guy work out?” Devon asked.

“Cole?” Devon nodded his head. “Well I hired him if that’s what you’re asking.” Josef used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. For some reason he felt like it just got hotter.