pizza box.
* * * *
Tate Pierce waited until the woman, whose name was Jordan , though he did not know if that was her first or last name, disappeared into the house before adjusting his hard cock. It complained painfully loud of being cramped in his close - fitting briefs. For the first time since his early teen years, he had grown hard and aroused just from talking with a woman.
He knew instinctively she was not just any woman. His body recognized her as his mate.
By quick appraisal, she appeared average, but something about her pulled at him. Her brown hair fell in straight lines past the peaks of her impressive breasts. Her dark eyes sparked some kind of recognition in them every time they met his though she could only hold eye contact for a few seconds at a time before looking away. When her eyes dropped down to check out the rest of his body, it was as if she was physically touching him instead of just looking. Her too-big T-shirt and baggy sweats hinted at a full-breasted, curvy woman. Just the kind he liked.
As a cougar shape - shifter, he had always known he would recognize his mate immediately but never expected to find her while delivering her dinner. And with his sense of smell tainted by hours of breathing spicy pizza s , he could not be sure if she really was his mate, or if his cock was just telling him it had been a while since he’d had a woman in his bed.
He took several deep breaths to calm and distract himself, but thoughts of stripping them both naked and taking her any way he could in the next five minutes consumed him. He saw himself bending her over the porch railing to keep them hidden behind the overgrown bushes that hid most of the porch. Glancing at the porch swing , he could see her riding him accompanied by the squeaking of the chain. Then there was always the missionary position on the porch floor. All were viable options , though the neighbors might disturb them if she was a screamer , so maybe they should take this in the house.
His cock throbbed with his heartbeat as the mental images flashed through his mind. Not sure how to proceed, he saw a hot shower and long hand-to-cock session in his very near future. With a sigh, he read the paper he was about to hang, trying to distract himself in any way possible.
“Room for rent,” he read aloud. Lifting his gaze to the small house, he raised one eyebrow in skepticism. “Wonder how big a room it is.”
Just the day before , Leo, his landlord and roommate, had informed him that he needed to find a new place to stay so he could move his girlfriend in. Since Leo’s name was on the lease and all the utilities, Tate had no real options. He was happy for his friend to be taking his three-year relationship to the next level but was not sure how he was going to find a new place to live while working his ass off at three jobs. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to clear his nasal passages so he could breathe clearly.
Just then, the woman emerged from the house. His cock jerked again , and he fought the urge to adjust it . Was he insane to think that he could share a house with this woman without something more happening as soon as he could manage it? From the woman’s hunched shoulders and strained expression, he knew f ate was at work here. She needed him as much as he needed a place to live.
When she got within arm’s length , his lungs filled with the most delicious scent of lavender and vanilla. His cock pulsed and drooled , and he could not help the low-pitched purring sound he made. When she looked at him with wide-eyed curiosity, he swallowed and forced his cougar to back down.
So this was why he had agreed to take this one last delivery before heading home. If he hadn’t , he would be home already standing in a hot shower jerking off and not meeting the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
“Here’s a nail,” she said, offering him the blunt end of a heavy-duty construction nail.
Tate took the nail,