Page 8 of What A Croc
Jackson
There was no doubt about it. The mouth-watering naked omega had been avoiding me for the last week. I’d known it, and since I figured we both needed a minute to wrap our heads around the fact that we were fated mates, I had given him his space the first day or two. After the third day, I had asked the daycare aide where Robert was. It had always been some excuse. He was there, just busy in another part of the building.
Aiden had told me all about his days, and it had been a lot of Mr. Robert this and Mr. Robert that–my son was definitely a fan of the older omega–which told me Robert was making a concentrated effort to avoid me.
Brendan and Ryan had offered to watch Aiden this morning to give me a chance to shift. Brendan was turninginto a good friend, more than just a boss, and I was more than eager to take him up on his offer to watch Aiden.
I hadn’t realized how difficult it was going to be for me to shift now that I was a single parent without much support. I’d been lucky to always have my family, and Levi’s, close by, willing and more than happy to watch Aiden so I could get my shifting time in.
It would have been easier if Aiden was a shifter too, but so far, he had never shown any inclination to shift. Had he been a shifter, he would have had his first shift by now. Levi had been a fully human omega, and we had always known there was a fifty-fifty chance that any children we had might be a non-shifter.
Since I felt he was much too young to come with me while I enjoyed my shifted form, I was learning to rely on my new friends when I needed to let my croc loose.
What I hadn’t counted on was my croc losing his ever-loving mind over the delectable scent that had drifted on the breeze. We’d been swimming just under the surface when we’d seen the beautiful, graceful gazelle tiptoe its way to the edge of the water to take a drink. We’d had no plans to bother the other shifter.
Then the wind had shifted, and his scent had washed over me, and I hadn’t been able to control myself. I needed to have him!
It wasn’t until I had shifted into my human form, gaining some control back over my croc, that I realized the warm spices I smelled on the air were tantalizingly familiar.
Robert.
No wonder my croc had lost his head.
Thank the Goddess I had gained control of him before he had done any damage to the poor little gazelle. Not that we stood a chance. My croc could move quickly, up to twenty or so miles an hour if we pushed it, but Robert’s gazelle had been much, much faster. There was no way we were going to catch up to him.
Instead, I had gone back for my clothes that I’d left on a rock, dressed quickly, then followed his scent until I had found him. Panting, bent over, and so very, very naked.
My cock had instantly taken notice of our omega and all his pale, soft looking skin.
Robert was pretty, beyond sexy, and I wanted him. Desire had raced through me so quickly it had nearly stolen the air from my lungs. I hadn’t felt it in so long–since Levi had died–and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I had ever felt desire as strong for even my mate as much as I felt for Robert.
It was nearly all-consuming and I needed to get a handle on it before I did something that I would regret.
Like charging him from the water, teeth snapping?My croc questioned, his voice pure innocence.
Asshole, I remarked back, letting him know I was not happy with his behavior. At all.That bad behavior is all on you.
Couldn’t help it. Smells yummy! Soooo yummy! Want!
Asshole,I repeated.
I did my best to be respectful and keep my eyes on Robert’s face, and not anywhere south of his neck. But damn, it was hard.
Just like your dick, my croc snarked.
Ignoring him, I decided to get straight to the issue with Robert. “We need to talk.”
His light brown eyes searched mine for the barest of seconds, before resignation clouded them. “You might as well come in.”
He didn’t sound one bit happy about inviting me in, but he turned and marched up the steps to his porch, back rigid and head held high.
And damn if I couldn’t keep my eyes off his nicely rounded, slightly jiggling ass. I didn’t miss the way his hips sashayed from side to side either, giving those luscious mounds just a bit of added wiggle. For a man his age, his ass was mouthwatering and had me wanting to take a small bite out of it. Firmly muscled, round, and all the jiggle.
My cock throbbed in my suddenly too tight jeans, and I casually palmed it, pushing it down, then followed Robert into his home.
Stepping over the threshold, I was just in time to catch sight of Robert’s retreating backside as he disappeared through a doorway to the left, shutting the door with enough force to make me wince. In the stillness, the sound of the lock clicking was loud and final.
Closing the front door behind me, I took stock of my mate’s home. It wasn’t overly large, but it was neat and tidy. The main living area was one large room, with a small kitchen and dining area to the right. A stone fireplace was the main focal point, a television mounted above it, and a cozy seating area in front of it. Soft looking throw blankets were neatly folded across the back of the sofa and matching recliner. Tucked into a corner was a stationary bike that actually looked like it might be used. At least there were no clothes hanging off it, or books stacked on the seat.
