by Silvia Violet (Wild R Farm Book 1)
Some days the tension between his human side and his werewolf instincts
threaten to tear him apart. But the challenge of running a horse farm as a gay
man in a conservative Tennessee town keeps him focused until he meets horse
shifter, Jonah Marks.
insists that shifting is sinful, but Jonah longs to let his stallion run free.
Desperate to escape his family’s judgment, he asks Cole, his secret crush, for
a job. Cole turns him down, scared his desire for Jonah will make him lose
control. When Jonah’s brother threatens his life, Cole struggles to save him
and give them both a second chance at the life they’ve always wanted
of feed on the back of Cole’s truck parked outside his family’s feed store. “You
need anything else?”
Cole caught his scent, and his wolf stirred to life. He smelled like horse and
sweat with an underlying citrusy scent, young and clean. Prey. Cole’s cock
wanted to fulfill all Jonah’s needs, but Cole wasn’t stupid enough to even
flirt with an eighteen-year-old high school senior whose stepfather had been
the most vocally anti-gay preacher in town. The only reason the Marks family
deigned to sell him grain was because in these hard times they needed his
money.
We’re good.”
not openly. Jonah needed a friend, and Cole had once been young and different
and scared. “Sure. You wanna get a cup of coffee?” He tilted his head
toward the diner down the street.
afternoon.”
staring at him with those puppy dog eyes. Jonah was off limits for too many
reasons to count.
them. Once the waitress brought the steaming mugs, Cole let himself look at
Jonah. His red-brown hair was rumpled from finger combing. A combination of
sunburn and embarrassment tinted his cheeks. His denim jacket hugged his broad
shoulders and… No! Cole wasn’t going to let his perusal go any lower, not even
in his imagination. His wolf growled deep inside, his werewolf nature
recognizing the equine inside Jonah, the shifter side his family forced him to
deny.
the coffee cup, holding it tight for warmth and stability. Cole wanted to reach
out and take Jonah’s hands in his own, but that would be bad for both of them.
a hurry to get back to the farm, or something that would’ve kept him from
sitting here alone with a very young horse shifter who was having an
indescribable effect on him.
his mind. He was only thirty, but now he felt ancient. “You know you can
call me Cole.”
wondering if you’d consider hiring me. I know I don’t have experience working
in a barn, but, I… well… I’m kind of a natural with horses.” He grinned as
he said this.
his inappropriate thoughts. The boy needed his help, not his perving.
little, and his mother and elder brother were both self-righteous
Bible-thumpers. From what he could tell, Jonah couldn’t do a damn thing right
in their eyes, but Jonah working at Wild R Farm would be a disaster. Cole could
smell Jonah’s desire for him. Sooner or later, he’d give into his own desire
and exploit that. Jonah deserved freedom and a man who had more self-control.
his hands on Jonah, he feared his wolfish instincts would take over. Jonah
smelled like prey, like something to be consumed, possessed. Cole shuddered.
No. He could never let those desires loose. “Jonah, I—”
I can’t live with them anymore.”
I hear you’d won a scholarship?”
“Yeah, but I can’t take it anymore.”
to college.”
his werewolf side take control. “Why ask me?” Cole thought he knew,
but he wanted confirmation.
and no one sat nearby. In a voice so low even Cole’s sensitive ears could
barely hear, he said “Cole, I’m… different, like you. If my brother finds
out…”
Jonah didn’t stir him up so much. “I’m sorry. I’ve got all the hands I
need right now.”
table in his haste to get out of the booth. “OK, I understand. I’m sorry.”
them, nearly making Cole let go. “I’m sorry for what you’re going through.”
left.
and closed his eyes, willing the thick, bitter coffee to stay down.
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