The first thing he did was head for the shower. He’d already cleaned off in the sink, ducking his head and doing his best to rinse his hair, but he hadn’t been able to wash away the pungent smell of come.
Standing under the warm spray, Peter shampooed his hair and allowed his mind to wander. He thought about the two werewolves that had brought him into their home, choosing him to spend the rest of their life with, and wondered what his future was going to look like.
How intense their sex life would end up actually being? While it was a relief that Carver’s file wasn’t an indication of what he was planning to do with Peter, the man hadn’t denied liking those things.
Would he want to experiment with Peter?
The thought of being tied up and at Carver’s mercy was both arousing and terrifying.
Getting out of the shower and getting dressed in the same clothes he’d worn before—the only clothes he had, at the moment—Peter decided to do some more exploring. Without the two werewolves in the house, Peter felt a lot bolder than he had the night before when he briefly looked into their closet.
Since that was where he’d chickened out the night before, that was where Peter started. Once again, he came to a stop in front of the collection of leather jackets on the right side of the room, his mouth watering at the thought of either of the two werewolves wearing them.
Who knew he had a thing for leather?
Moving on, Peter walked to the other side of the room, his gaze catching on a leather jacket with what looked like a police patch on the arm. Walking over to it, Peter was startled to see that it was a police uniform jacket.
Was one of his werewolves a cop?
The thought sent a warm jolt through Peter’s cock. Before his arrest, he’d had a massive thing for men in uniform, though that had pretty much disappeared after his arrest and trial. But now… the idea of Tex or Carver in a uniform was making his old fetish roar back to life. Next to the jacket, there were a couple of uniform shirts, and rummaging through the drawers, Peter found both britches and regular uniform pants.
Peter couldn’t wait to find out who the uniform belonged to.
On the floor next to the dresser, there was a medium-sized chest—the old fashioned kind that Peter’s grandmother used to have in her attic—and Peter’s pulse jumped at the sight of it as he remembered Tex’s comment.
There weren’t actually dildos in there, were there? Cautiously walking over to the chest, like it might snap open and bite him at any second, Peter crouched down and opened the heavy lid and peered inside.
It contained exactly what Tex had promised, and more. A whole collection of dildos, from short and dainty to a purple monster the thickness of Peter’s bicep—as well as an assortment of butt plugs and a huge bottle of lubricant.
Slamming the chest closed, his face lit up by a furious blush, Peter backed away and moved to the door.
He would just pretend he hadn’t seen the contents of the chest.
Leaving the closet, heart hammering from his discovery, Peter started exploring the rest of the house one room at a time. He didn’t find anything interesting except for a locked door next to the bedroom. He stood outside the mystery door for a few minutes, wondering what was inside, but in the end, he decided not to worry about it.
There was another closet by the front door with more outerwear and several racks of boots and shoes, including a pair of knee-high boots that Peter was pretty sure went with the uniform he’d found in the main closet.
Peter had always thought that tall boots were hot, and the sight of the size sixteens in the closet was definitely doing it for him.
Finished exploring, Peter walked into the bedroom and retrieved the tablet Carver had told him he could use.
It was weird to go on the internet. While he was in jail and prison he hadn’t had access to the web at all, and now that it was right here at his fingertips he didn’t know what to do with it.
He still had his old email and social media accounts, but they were from a different life. The thought of what kind of mail might be waiting for him in his inbox made Peter’s heart hammer against his chest, and not in a good way.
What did his old friends think? Did they believe that Peter was guilty?
Peter didn’t want to know.
Instead of revisiting his old life and things he was never getting back, Peter decided to see what the media had to say about his trial. He wasn’t expecting there to be a lot, but surely there was something?
Peter wanted to know what the world thought of him.
He typed in a search for his name and hit enter, staring at the screen of the tablet as the results loaded.
The first result was from a news article from the local paper back home.Local 21-Year-Old Prosecuted Over Bitcoin Money Laundering. Peter let out a bitter snort. He hadn’t even known what Bitcoins were before he was arrested, and even now he didn’t understand it.
Scanning the article was surreal. This was the event that had destroyed his life, clinically summed up in a two-hundred-word article.
