Carver was still draped over his back, strong arms pulling himself down against Tex, the two alphas making out over his head.
All of a sudden, Peter felt left out. They were kissing and ignoring him, and not the fun kind of ignoring him where Peter got off on it.
“Me too,” he whimpered, the words muffled by Tex’s body. He could taste the sweat on his alpha’s skin.
“You want a kiss?” Carver asked, pulling away from Tex’s mouth and curving his spine so that he could bring his mouth to Peter’s neck. “You want me to kiss you here?”
He bit down on his bonding scar, a jolt of pleasure making Peter gasp and see white.
“No, on my mouth,” he whined, turning his head.
Carver moved up, angling his neck so that his lips met Peter’s, kissing into his mouth with the same intensity he had with Tex.
Peter calmed down, parting his lips and letting Carver plunder his mouth. He no longer felt left out, Tex lifting his head and kissing the top of his head, both alphas fully focused on him.
“Better?” Carver asked, grabbing him by the hair and biting his lip. The pain made Peter gasp, his trapped cock throbbing against its plastic prison.
“So good,” Peter mumbled, licking Carver’s mouth right back. “Feels so good.”
Tex and Carver kept on kissing him, knots throbbing and filling him up, making Peter feel like he was going to come apart.
He let it happen. His alphas would put him back together again.
57
Tex
“We don’t have to do this,” Tex said, looking at Peter as he tried on yet another outfit. It was Thursday evening, the night of his and Peter’s double date with Mike and Gloria from homicide, and the whole thing seemed to have Peter feeling stressed and frazzled.
Tex regretted his decision not to just postpone the whole thing.
“What? Why?” Peter rounded on him with a confused frown. He put back the shirt he’d been trying on and picked up another one. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
Tex frowned. “You have?”
“Of course,” Peter said, putting on the new shirt and looking at himself in the mirror. He met Tex’s eyes in the glass. “Mike is your best friend, right? I want to meet him.”
Tex licked his lips. After everything that had happened with Peter’s sister and uncle, he thought that Peter might never want to leave the house again. He’d called in sick to work, not wanting them to see his bruised face and ask questions, and spent the past few days sitting in front of the TV like a zombie.
Tex was pleased that he was willing to go out, but not if he was going to be this anxious about it.
“You seem stressed,” Tex pointed out, Peter shooting him an exasperated glare.
“That’s because I don’t have anything to wear!” he growled, taking off the shirt. “Why didn’t we buy anything nice when you took me shopping?”
Tex’s hackles rose. Peter had been a nightmare to shop for, and they had gotten him plenty of nice things.
“Watch it,” he warned.
“All of this makes me look like a boy toy!” Peter complained, rounding on Tex and ignoring his warning completely.
Tex bit his lip, looking over Peter’s clothes with a slight wince. Peter might possibly be right. Without Peter taking an interest, Tex might have chosen clothes that made him look a little bit like a kept boy.
In Tex’s defense, that was what he’d thought Peter would be.
He was so glad it hadn’t worked out that way.
“How about this?” Tex asked, picking out a nice pair of dress pants and a blue shirt. They were a little formal—something you’d wear if you worked at an office—but they didn’t scream kept omega.
