I can’t help asking it. “How old are you?” I ask.
He grins. “62.”
“Holy shit!” My old man’s older than him, but in pictures he looks way older than Jax at that age. I look at Shawn.
“87,” he offers.
“Let’s put your stuff in our truck,” Jax says, “and we’ll drive you to Todd’s.”
I turn, and Davis is smiling and offers me his hand to shake.
“Looking forward to your initiation, pup,” Davis says, but with thinly disguised hunger in his tone.
“Come on, Davis,” Shawn teases. “You can fuck his brains out at initiation. Waiting will make you that much hornier. Then you can chase after him once he’s in.”
Davis squeezes the now larger package at the front of his jeans. “I’ll have to make sure I save it up the week before,” he says. “Can’t wait to pump a load down your throat when you’re on your knees in front of me, pup.”
“Me, too,” I squeak.
Chapter Eight
Jax
The new pup
“Babe. You listening to me?”
I turn. “Huh?”
“Fucker. You weren’t.” Shawn wears a playful smirk. “What’s up?”
“Just got a call from Davis.” I’m thinking about that call because I wasn’t expecting this development after spending the day eagerly anticipating date night with my mate.
Shawn’s brow furrows. “Date night just got fucked, didn’t it?”
“Sorry.”
He rolls his eyes and drops onto the sofa. “What happened?”
I quickly relay what Davis told me about the stray pup who walked into his feed store, and Shawn’s irritation transforms to concern.
“So now what?”
“I’ll call Todd and see if he has room. If not, Davis said he’d figure something out short-term. He has the impression it’d be safer to stash this pup in a non-public-facing role for now. Until we get to know him better and we figure out if the pack wants him.”
“Any idea who he is?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. He’s a wolf. Young. Only twenty-five. A gay omega.” Which is almost always a redundancy, because most male omegas are gay. At least the canines almost always are, and the only male omegas I’ve met from other species are gay.
I know that’s not the largest or most accurate cross-section of the population, but that’s been my experience.
“I haven’t heard of any recent shunnings from my sources,” Shawn says. “Let me guess, Davis is dying to fuck him?”
I snort. “Since when is Davis not dying to fuck someone?”
“I’m surprised Chaz hasn’t locked a chastity cage on him.”
“He tried it once, remember?” I sit next to him on the couch. “Made Davis hornier. Chaz said Davis was bending over and dropping trou everywhere in front of him. Chaz finally gave up and gave in.”
