“Excuse me?” he asked, still in character from earlier.
Peter’s eyes darkened with lust.
“Please warn me next time, Officer Wilson.”
“I’ll take your request into consideration,” Tex said, taking a step back and surveying the scene. Peter looked utterly debauched, staring up at him with a look in his eyes that screamed,give me more.
“You got my boots dirty,” Tex grunted, pointedly looking down at his come-splattered boots.
“Sorry,” Peter mumbled, sinking down on all fours and moving toward the boot in question without further prompting. He lowered his head toward the tip of the polished leather, a tremor running through his body as he started licking.
Tex stared down at him, his spent cock hardening rapidly at the delicious sight, amazed at how easy it had been to get Peter to indulge in his fetish for having his feet, boots and shoes worshiped. Carver would sometime humor him when they had sex, but it was always a little reluctant, and Carver never pretended to like it.
Peter was acting like he’d been given a gift from God.
Where was the boy who’d insisted that domination didn’t turn him on, Tex wondered with a smirk? He seemed to be missing in action.
Kicking Peter away, Tex adjusted himself and studied his boots. They were shiny with spit, and there was no trace of come.
It would have to do.
“I have to get to work,” Tex said, wishing that he had more time. Peter was staring up at him like he’d do anything to please him, eyes wide and his mouth red and swollen.
Tex wondered if next time they played, Peter would let him stand on him while he was wearing his boots—maybe even stomp him a little. Tex decided to leave that off the table for a while—at least until Carver had gotten to indulge some of his fantasies of tying Peter up.
Thinking about putting Peter in bondage reminded Tex that he needed to warn Carver about Peter’s reaction to getting cuffed. It made sense, given Peter’s experience with law enforcement and prison, that he wouldn’t like bondage that reminded him of those things, and it was something they would have to keep in mind.
Ropes and leather were probably the way forward.
“Will you be okay here by yourself for a while?” Tex crouched down and cupped the back of Peter’s neck, smiling softly, dropping his bad-cop persona.
“Sure,” Peter said, leaning forward like he wanted to settle between Tex’s thighs. Rather than start something he didn’t have time to finish, Tex rose to his feet and grabbed the keys to his patrol bike from the closet.
“Good. Carver will have dinner with him when he gets home. It shouldn’t be too long.” Tex tilted his head, considering the boy still on the floor. “Stand up and give me a kiss goodbye.”
Peter scrambled to his feet, leaning forward like he was going in for a hug but then stopping himself awkwardly.
Tex laughed and grabbed him by the back of the head, leaning down and kissing him. He could taste himself and the leather of his boot in Peter’s mouth, the flavor making his cock throb. Pulling away, he grinned at the dazed look on Peter’s face.
“Thanks, Peter. Be good.”
With a last lingering glance at his dazed omega, Tex walked out the door and went to work.
14
Peter
Contrary to what Tex had promised, Carver did not have dinner with him when he arrived home a few hours later. He walked in the door looking troubled, greeting Peter with a terse nod and telling him that he was going to go change out of his suit.
Peter watched him go and wondered what was up.
When Carver came back into the living room, his fancy suit replaced by soft jeans and a comfortable hoodie, he dropped down on the couch next to Peter without saying a word.
“Everything okay?” Peter asked after a moment. He put the iPad he’d been playing with down on his lap and gave Carver his full attention.
The werewolf had a nice profile. His jawline was razor-sharp, chin protruding out over a pronounced Adam’s apple, with a heavy brow to balance it all out. There was no doubt about it; Carver was hot.
“My mother came to see me today,” Carver said, not sounding too happy about it. “She found out about you, and she’s… well, she’s pissed.”
