Tex rolled his eyes. He loved his omega. So what? He wasn’t embarrassed to show it.
* * *
Dinner with Mikeand Gloria was fun, Tex decided. He did, however, regret not bringing Carver. It wasn’t the same without him.
“It was nice hanging out without the uniform,” Mike said, giving Tex a hug as they made their way out of the restaurant. “We should do it more often.”
Tex chuckled. “It was fun. Do you guys maybe want to come over to our place next weekend for a barbecue?”
Mike was right. They should hang out outside of work more often.
“Oh, would we get to meet the infamous Carver?” Gloria asked, a little tipsy. “Mike thinks he’s scary, but I don’t see how he could be that bad if Peter likes him.”
Tex bit back a laugh while Mike blushed. “I don’t think he’s scary; he’s just intimidating. One time I gave Tex a hug and I thought he was going to bite me.”
“He was probably thinking about it,” Peter said. There was a thoughtful sincerity to his statement that made Mike blanch.
“He wouldn’t,” Tex said, making a mental note to remind Carver that other people were allowed to hug him. Carver would never say otherwise—he wasn’t that kind of person—but his expression could do a lot of talking when he saw other people touching his things.
Carver had never been good at sharing Tex.
“Well, either way, we’d love to come,” Gloria said. She pushed close to Mike, the younger alpha wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her tight. “Just let us know which day and the time, and we’ll be there.”
“I’ll let Mike know,” Tex promised.
They said goodnight, Tex leading Peter back to the truck and climbing inside. As soon as the engine was on, Peter turned the heat up to the maximum.
“You cold?” Tex asked.
“A little,” Peter said. He was wearing a jacket, but now that Tex was paying attention, it was much too thin for a human on a night as cold as this. He took off his leather jacket and draped it over Peter’s lap.
“There you go,” he said, pulling the jacket up to cover Peter’s chest.
Peter grinned, lifting the collar of the jacket up and sniffing the leather. Tex shook his head, his cock tenting his pants at the sight of Peter enjoying his scent.
“Will you text Carver to see if he’s home?” Tex asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Sure, why?” Peter said, already obeying Tex’s request.
“I want to fuck you while he knots your mouth,” Tex said, making Peter fumble and drop his phone. He took a deep breath, looking at Tex and licking his lips.
Then Tex remembered Peter’s ban on oral knotting. Had it been two weeks? He couldn’t remember.
“Unless Carver still isn’t allowed to knot your mouth?”
Peter shook his head. “It’s fine. I want him to. I want you to… I want it.”
Tex grinned at Peter’s rambling, reaching over and giving his hair a gentle tug.
“We’ll make you feel good,” he promised.
Peter closed his eyes and shuddered. “I know,” he said, smiling to himself.
Tex loved him so much.
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