Peter didn’t know why he did it—it was inappropriate in the extreme—but he stepped closer and put his hand on Chad’s upper arm. “No hard feelings, right?” He kept his voice low. The muscle of Chad’s bicep was hard and firm under the buttery softness of his leather jacket, and Peter squeezed down firmly.
He could feel the shudder that ran through Chad’s body—and it wasn’t from revulsion or distress.
“So, are we good?” Peter asked, moving his hand from Chad’s arm to his shoulder. He squeezed down, his thumb grazing the side of Chad’s throat.
Chad drew a stuttering breath and then nodded. “Yes, sir. We’re good. Thank you for the apology.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Peter said, withdrawing his hand and turning around. He walked back to his locker, purposefully not paying any attention to Chad as he went, his balls throbbing with renewed desire.
He knew that he’d made Chad all hot and bothered—in a good way, this time—but now he needed to back off. Chad needed some time to get used to the idea that he might be attracted to another alpha.
It might never happen, but if Peter had read the situation right—and this time he was sure that he had—it wouldn’t be long before Chad was jerking off to the memory of Peter standing close to him and gripping his shoulder.
What was he doing?
Peter waited until Chad had finished changing before letting his indifferent mask fade and banged his head against his locker. Chad was hisemployee. He shouldn’t get involved with him, much lessseducehim.
But there was something about Chad that drew Peter in. He didn’t know what it was, but this was twice now that he’d laid eyes on the boy and lost his inhibitions and good sense.
At least the second time Chad hadn’t run away in a panic.
Wrapping his towel around his waist and heading into the shower, his cock full and heavy between his legs, Peter decided that he didn’t care that Chad was his employee. He wanted him, and that was reason enough to have him.
Now he just had to figure out how to make it happen.
Chapter 8
Chad didn’t know what to make of his second encounter with Peter Tank. On the one hand, Peter had pushed right into his space andtouchedhim. It had made him feel hot and almost lightheaded. On the other hand, nothing Peter had done had made him uncomfortable. A little confused, maybe, but he hadn’t felt even remotely panicked or trapped.
It was weird.
He’d gotten a good workout in after the encounter, and he’d signed up for a couple of group classes, but the whole time his attention had been on Peter. Every time he thought about Peter’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder, his thumb practically caressing his throat, Chad’s cock twitched and his balls tingled.
He couldn’t believe that he was reacting like this to an alpha. And not just any alpha, but an alpha likePeter.
Then again, if ever there was an alpha worth submitting to, it would have to be a man like his boss.
The thought brought Chad to a halt, his leg frozen in the air as he straddled his motorcycle. He let his leg come down on the other side of the bike, gripping the handles tight and doing nothing.
Was he attracted to Peter?He thought it over, but the way his cock pushed against the front of his jeans and made them bulge pretty much gave him the answer he needed.
Hewas. The thought was a revelation. Chad had always—without fail—fantasized and jerked off to the idea of having sex with an omega. He’d only actually had sex with betas—but that had been as a substitute for the omega his knot craved. He’d never jerked offorfantasized about getting down and dirty with a beta, much less an alpha.
Other alphas had never been on Chad’s sexual radar.
Starting his bike, Chad wondered what this meant. If given the chance, would he let something happen between him and Peter? Was that even on the table?
He didn’t have a clue.
***
When he got home, he decided to talk it over with his new friend Topher.
“Wait a minute, youlikedit?” Topher sounded incredulous. They were in Chad’s apartment, Topher having helped Chad carry his new TV from the second-hand electronics store down the road up to his apartment, sharing a beer as they flipped through the channels.
“I don’t know. He’s just so… he just has this presence, you know?” Chad tried to explain, knowing from the look on Topher’s face that the younger alpha wasn’t getting it.
“Can’t say that I do,” Topher replied. “Maybe you just need to get laid. How long has it been?”
