“Thanks.” Tex grinned, sitting down and planting his boots on the floor under the desk. It was a cramped, uncomfortable fit, and not for the first time Tex wondered why they’d gotten such tiny desks when half the force was made up of werewolf alphas.
“No problem,” Mike said, giving him a fist bump.
Tex scoffed, but he made a fist and knocked it against Mike’s. They both quieted down, the squad commander coming into the room and stepping up behind the podium.
Mike was a few years younger than Tex, and Tex had been his field training officer when he joined the highway patrol unit. An alpha and a werewolf, he’d started out looking up to Tex, but now they were friends.
After the roll call, everyone streamed out of the small briefing room to get started on their day. Tex was assigned highway duty, which was fine by him. He enjoyed spending his days out on the road, especially when the weather was nice.
“Meet up for lunch?” Mike asked, knocking shoulders and grinning. “Or are you going home for lunch again?”
Tex rolled his eyes. He was an alpha with a brand new omega, and when it came to prioritizing, Mike didn’t even rank.
“Peter has a meeting down at Summerland College. He’s talking to the admissions people about taking the final year of his marketing bachelor there.”
“So, you’re free for lunch?”
“So I’m free,” Tex confirmed. They walked outside, putting on their gloves and helmets and zipping up their jackets. It was a windy day, but not too cold, and the sky was a clear blue. Tex swung his leg over his bike and sat down. He looked at Mike, seated on his bike next to him. “The usual place?”
“See you at one,” Mike said, starting his bike and pulling out of the lot. Tex followed, the talk about Peter making him sad that he would miss his lunchtime blow job.
It was a lot easier to be happy on the job when you knew that come lunchtime you would be getting your cock sucked.
Tex had an easy morning, cruising down the highway and keeping an eye out for traffic violations. He issued a few tickets and dealt with a fender bender, but all in all, it was an easy morning. He met up with Mike at their favorite chicken shop at one, parking their bikes a little down the road and taking a table outside.
“So, how are things with Peter?” Mike asked, practically shoving a spicy chicken sandwich into his mouth. He chewed fast like he needed to clear his mouth for another bite as soon as possible.
Tex couldn’t help the smug grin that crept over his face. “They’re good.”
“Yeah?” Mike asked, grinning back. He had coleslaw on his chin and mayo in the corner of his mouth. “Is he keeping you happy?”
Tex grinned wider. “Very happy.”
“I can tell,” Mike said, kicking his leg under the table. “You should maybe think about changing out of your uniform before getting freaky. I can smell him all over you.”
Tex shrugged, blushing but trying to act nonchalant. “He likes the uniform.”
Mike wolf-whistled. “So he’s a freaky little thing! Good for you.”
“He likes the boots, too.”
Mike grimaced. “Damn, that’s too much info, bro. There’s freaky, and then there’sfreaky.”
“Boots aren’tfreaky,” Tex scoffed, putting the same emphasis on the word freaky as Mike had done. “Nipple clamps, collars and sensory deprivation hoods—those arefreaky.”
“I like nipple clamps,” Mike declared. “They feel good, you know?”
Tex laughed. “Fuck, no. I hate the things.”
“Maybe you just got ones that are too tight?” Mike suggested. He leaned in, a lecherous look on his face. “You need something that just teases your nips—not something with teeth.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tex said, taking a big bite of his wrap. “What about you? Are you still seeing that woman from homicide?”
Mark had been seeing a detective for a few months, and she was way out of his league. Tex was worried that she was just using him for sex because Mike was gettingattached.
“I’m seeing her tonight,” Mike said, grinning. “We’re going out dancing at this club she likes.”
Tex raised his eyebrow. “Dancing? I didn’t know you danced.”
