Besides, Peter kind of enjoyed the rough carelessness. He would have enjoyed it even more if he could get hard, but there was no use in asking for that.
He had no idea what Carver was going to look into, but his uncle’s request for a password seemed to make sense to Carver.
Peter wasn’t going to ask. That chapter of his life was over, and he had no desire to revisit it.
Hopefully, his uncle would heed Carver’s warning and stay away. If it had been Peter and an angry werewolf had thrown him to the ground and threatened toend him,he would have moved to another continent.
But that was him. His uncle had always been more reckless than was good for him, and Peter worried that with Carver out of sight, he’d gather his courage and approach Peter again.
“How was your first day at work, other than your uncle?” Carver asked, trying to get a normal conversation going.
“It was great,” Peter said. “My training supervisor is really nice, and I already learned a lot. Tex came by after lunch and ordered a coffee, which I made for him. It was the first one I made for a customer, so that was fun.”
“Tex came by?” Carver asked, a slight smile curling his lip up. He shook his head. “I should have known.”
“It was funny,” Peter said, leaning back in his seat and relaxing. “Betty, my training supervisor, called him a hunk, and Zack, the omega who was working the register, hit on him. It was great.”
“That sounds like Tex,” Carver said, still smiling softly. “Mr. Popular.”
“I told them you were just as hot,” Peter said, reaching over and tickling Carver’s arm. “They’re all super envious of me now.”
“Yeah?” Carver asked, grinning wider. “Cause you have two hunky alphas?”
Peter nodded, happy. “That’s right.”
45
Carver
Carver filed a restraining order against Peter’s uncle, and Tex followed up by having his buddy Mike go to the man’s hotel room and deliver the restraining order and impress upon him how important it was that he obeyed it.
Tex wanted to go himself, but Carver didn’t think that was a good idea. Carver had already attacked the man, and Tex adding to the violence could only come back to bite them in the ass. It was best to do things right and legal.
Peter was shaken the first night, after which he refused to talk about it or acknowledge that anything had happened.
Carver couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be betrayed by his family. His mother was a bitch, sure, but she would never stab him in the back.
To distract Peter, Tex suggested they take another ride on their bikes up the coast, and so the following Sunday, that was what they did.
“You want the harness, or do you want to try without?” Tex asked, zipping up his motorcycle suit and buttoning the flap over his neck closed. The way Peter was staring at him, you’d think he was doing a striptease.
“Harness,” Peter said, no hesitation. He reached out, tracing over Tex’s thigh with his finger, feeling the strong limb through the thick leather. “But we have to take more breaks than last time.”
“We can do that,” Carver said, pulling his own leather suit on. He enjoyed the way Peter’s eyes drank him in, hungry like he wanted to touch. He flexed his pecs, straining the zipper running up his front and making Peter’s pupils expand. “Right, Tex?”
Tex grinned, bending over to pull on his boots. “Sure,” he said, rising up and grabbing Peter by the neck. He pulled him close, pressing him into his chest and rubbing the back of his hair. “Whatever Petey wants.”
Peter made a sound of disgust and pulled away. “If you ever call me that again, I won’t have sex with you for a month,” he threatened, making a face.
Tex laughed. “All right, I was just trying it out.”
“Well, don’t,” Peter grumbled, still grimacing. “I’m not a baby.”
Carver watched the interplay, fascinated.
“Won’t happen again,” Tex promised. He pulled Peter back into his chest and held him still for a second, large hand cradling the back of Peter’s head, ruffling his hair before letting him go.
With both Tex and Carver suited up and ready to ride, Carver found Peter’s backpack suit and helped him put it on. There was a special thrill in zipping it up, knowing that Peter couldn’t use his hands at all until either Carver or Tex released him, and Carver’s cock pressed hard against the sturdy leather over his crotch.
