“I looked into Mr. Wilde,” Okerberg said, nodding approvingly. “You’ve made a very good match.”
Peter bristled that she completely ignored Tex. It seemed that being a police officer wasn’t as impressive as being a lawyer.
“I agree,” Peter said. “One of the things I liked most about Carver was his insistence that I finish my education. He says it reflects better on him if I have a degree.”
“And do you intend to work after you graduate?”
The question was innocuous, but Peter had known enough people like Okerberg to know that there was only one correct answer.
“No, Mrs. Okerberg. Not with two alphas and a home to care for.”
Okerberg beamed, as though all her beliefs about the world and how it should be were being confirmed right in front of her very eyes.
“Well, the application deadline for transfer students has unfortunately passed, but I think we can make an exception for such a special case.”
Peter, even though he hated everything about this meeting, grinned. “Really? I would appreciate that so much. Thank you!”
“I’ll enter you into the system now, and then you’ll need to pay the semester fee by the end of next week. You’ll get your welcome packet in the mail sometime next month.”
“Thank you,” Peter repeated, grinning. This was something he’d thought was beyond reach, and to suddenly have it back in his grasp felt amazing.
“You’re most welcome,” Okerberg said, gathering up all Peter’s papers and making a neat little pile. “I hope you enjoy your time at Summerland.”
“I’m sure I will,” Peter said, getting up. He shook Okerberg’s hand, her fingers a dead weight pressed against his palm, and left the office.
Walking down the drab hall, with its green linoleum floor and fluorescent lighting, Peter was so happy that when he exited the building, he couldn’t help but run the short distance to the bus stop. He was just so happy and excited that he needed tomove.
He got a few strange looks, but he didn’t mind one bit. Let them look. He was happy.
* * *
When he got home,Peter sat down with Carver’s iPad and researched the different classes Summerland offered and what he needed to take to graduate. The requirements of their core classes were slightly different than his old school, which meant that he needed an American History class, but other than that, it looked like completing his degree in the next school year was entirely possible.
He couldn’t wait.
Peter got so carried away researching that it caught him completely off guard when Tex came home. Staring at the time up in the corner on the iPad, he was shocked to see that it was five in the afternoon.
“So, how did it go at Summerland?” Tex asked, coming into the living room. He wasn’t wearing his boots, which Peter had come to learn was a sign that he didn’t intend to start something the minute he came through the door.
Peter was a little worried about how closely he was starting to associate a booted up Tex with sex. It was getting to the point where just the sight of the alpha in boots would make his hole wet.
It could make for some very uncomfortable reactions when they were out in public.
“It went great,” Peter said, scooting over and indicating that Tex should sit next to him. “The admissions lady let me in!”
“Really?” Tex asked, dropping down next to him and draping an arm over his shoulder. He pulled him in close to his body, the musky scent of alpha rolling off his body and filling Peter’s nose. “That’s great!”
“It is,” Peter agreed. “I’ve been reading about the different professors and trying to decide which classes I should take in the fall and which I should take in the spring.”
“So, you’re happy?” Tex asked, looking down at him with an uncharacteristically serious face.
“Very,” Peter said, wriggling closer into Tex’s body. He turned his face into the side of his pec, nosing against the hard muscle through his uniform shirt. He breathed in the scent of alpha, and for a second, he had to close his eyes and hold his breath the need to be claimed—to be pinned down and knotted—nearly overwhelmed him.
Tonight. If they didn’t offer to knot him tonight, Peter would ask for it. He could take the training dildo without a sweat, and he needed the real thing.
“I’m glad,” Tex said, curling his arm around Peter tighter and kissing the top of his head. “We want you to be happy.”
Peter thought back to how scared he’d been when he arrived at Carver and Tex’s house, and he was so relieved that things hadn’t turned out the way he feared.
