He felt lucky, and that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to feel again.
“So, how was work?” Peter asked, tracing the side of Tex’s muscular thigh with his finger. He still couldn’t get over just how indecent Tex looked in his uniform. The breeches fit him like a second skin, his bulge huge and obscene, and the shirt hugged his shoulders and arms just as tight. Peter wasn’t complaining, but it was shocking how aggressively sexual Tex looked in his work clothes.
“Good,” Tex said, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He wriggled his toes, making Peter laugh. “The weather was nice, so that’s always a plus.”
“What do you do when it rains?” Peter asked.
“Depends,” Tex said. “If it’s raining at the start of the day, we take a squad car, but if it starts raining after we head out, then we just have to grin and bear it.”
Peter wrinkled his nose. That didn’t sound fun at all, though the idea of Tex soaking wet did make Peter’s cock spasm and his hole clench a little. The water would make his shirt cling to his upper body even more indecently than it did now.
“What was that?” Tex asked, his werewolf nose catching the scent of Peter’s arousal.
“Just imagined you all wet,” Peter admitted, blushing.
“Yeah?” Tex laughed. “I can’t say that I feel very sexy when I’m out in the rain, but I’ll remember that next time it happens. Might make people wonder why I’m shivering and sporting a hard-on, though.”
Peter pulled away a little, looking at Tex. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that, actually. Why is your uniform sotight?”
“You don’t like it?” Tex asked, flexing his pecs and making the buttons running down the front of his shirt work overtime.
“Of course I do,” Peter said, reaching out and touching Tex’s chest. “It’s just… don’t people look at you?”
Tex kept on flexing his pecs, bouncing them up and down one after the other. “Of course they do.”
“And you like that?”
“A little,” Tex said, relaxing his pecs and pulling Peter back into his side. “I’ve always known that I was good looking, and I’ll admit that I get a kick out of it. But to answer your question, I got fitted for my uniform, and this is what they sent me. I didn’t ask them to make it extra tight, but I’m not complaining.”
“Me neither,” Peter said.
It wasn’t really the uniform itself that Peter liked—he’d had enough of those to last a lifetime—it was the way the uniform fit him. Tex might as well have walked around naked for all the modesty the uniform provided. When he was hard, the breeches did nothing to hide the erection; showing off the line of his cock-head and the bulge of his balls.
The sight made Peter want to kneel.
“Well, as much as I love sitting here, I’ve been on the road all day and I feel gross,” Tex said, removing his arm from around Peter’s shoulder. “I’m going to go take a shower.” He rose from the couch, crossing his arms and looking down at Peter with a smirk. “Want to join?”
Peter grinned, jumping off the couch with an excited flip in his stomach. He loved showering with Tex. For some reason being in the enclosed shower stall turned Tex into a massive bully. He’d push Peter up against the wall, squishing him and pretending he wasn’t there, and then he’d grab him and manhandle him all over the place.
It was awesome.
“I take it, that’s a yes?” Tex asked, reaching out and pinching Peter’s nipple with no warning. Peter jumped, rubbing his chest and laughing.
“It’s a yes,” he confirmed.
“Great,” Tex said, grabbing the back of his neck and steering him to the bathroom. “You can be my washcloth again; help me clean my balls.”
Peter was only too happy with that plan.
23
Carver
It had been a long day at work, and Carver was eager to be home. He’d picked up Italian food from the fancy restaurant that Tex liked for dinner, and he was looking forward to a nice relaxing meal with his mate and omega.
But more than that, he was looking forward to what came after dinner. He and Tex hadn’t discussed it, but they both knew that Peter was ready to take their knots.
Carver was almost positive that tonight was the night Peter becametheirs.
