Tex whistled, taking a seat next to him. He smelled like sweat and alpha, the familiar scent comforting. “The sister who tricked him into signing the stuff that landed him in prison?”
Tex’s voice was nonjudgmental.
“That’s the one,” Carver confirmed.
“Did you have something to do with it?”
“Of course not!” Carver said, offended that Tex would even consider it.
Tex held up his hands, defensive. “I was just asking.”
“I did refer her to the firm that did, though,” Carver said, sighing. “So, in that sense, I guess I had something to do with it.”
“Does Peter know?” Tex asked, scooting closer and putting his legs up on the table next to Carver’s.
“He does,” Carver said, explaining how he’d run into Peter and Angela at the coffee shop.
“So Peter doesn’t have the same last name as either his sister or his uncle,” Tex mused. He turned his head and looked at Carver. “Right? I mean, otherwise you would have recognized his last name…”
“His sister is divorced, but she still uses her married name, and his uncle was his mother’s brother.” At least that was Carver’s understanding.
“That explains it,” Tex said, putting his hand on Carver’s thigh. “But Peter doesn’t think you had anything to do with him being set up to take the fall, right? He doesn’t think this was all some master plan to get him into the delinquency program so that we could snatch him up like a pair of comic book villains?”
“Of course not,” Carver said. It hadn’t even occurred to him that that was a possibility. It was way too far fetched.
“Then we’re good,” Tex said.
Carver wished he could share Tex’s easy-go attitude.
“I guess,” Carver said.
“You want a blow job to take your mind off things?” Tex asked, hand moving up Carver’s thigh until his thumb was resting along the underside of Carver’s bulge.
Carver laughed. Sex was Tex’s solution to everything—not that he minded. It did work wonders when he was feeling like shit.
“Sure,” Carver said, his cock getting hard. “That would be nice.”
“Spread your legs, cowboy,” Tex said, sinking to his knees between Carver’s feet. He put his hands on Carver’s thighs, pushing them apart. “And keep your hands on the couch, big guy. I’m not Peter. You don’t get to fuck my face.”
Carver laughed, spreading his thighs wider, Tex’s firm grip on his quads going right to his balls and making them pull tight. Clenching his fists, Carver pushed them down on the seat cushions on either side of him.
If it meant getting a blow job from Tex, he could be good.
52
Peter
“All right, that’s us for today,” Betty said, putting away her apron and grinning at Peter. She waved to the counter where Madden and a beta Peter hadn’t been introduced to were starting their shift.
“See you!” Madden called, turning his attention to Peter and waving him over. “Can you stay behind a second, Peter?”
Peter stopped zipping up his coat, glancing at Betty, who looked unconcerned.
“I told him you’ve been doing great,” she assured him. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you,” Peter said, walking over to the counter where Madden was making a blended mocha with an easy confidence that Peter envied. “What’s up?”
“Betty says that you’re doing good, so I wanted to ask if you could come in for the same hours next week. I’ll be here to help you, but you’d be on your own a little bit more than with Betty.”
