Carver rolled his eyes. “Peter, you’re very pretty.”
Peter smiled, unfolding the towel and drying his hair. “Thanks.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Tex asked, putting his foot up on the bed and drying under his balls. The heavy sack swung from side to side as Tex manhandled himself, loose and heavy from the warm shower. Carver’s hand itched to cup them and feel its weight.
They locked eyes, and from Tex’s smirk, the alpha knew exactly how hot and bothered he was making him.
Heading into the bathroom, Carver left Tex and Peter to get dressed while he showered. As he soaped himself up, he remembered Peter’s comment about Tex trapping him with his big ass against the glass. His cock hardened at the mental image of Tex pinning Peter, the alpha using his bigger body to keep him in place as he casually went about his shower.
Tex could be a major asshole, cocky and arrogant in the worst way, and it never failed to get Carver hot under the collar.
Finishing up his shower in record time, Carver dried off and got dressed in a nice pair of dark jeans, shiny black dress boots and a deep blue button-down shirt that hugged his shoulders without being too tight. Fixing his hair in the mirror, he headed to the dining room where he found Peter and Tex setting the table.
Carver was glad. He wanted tonight to be special, and it seemed Tex was picking up on that. He was wearing a gray shirt tucked into his nicest pair of black jeans, dress shoes, and a black waistcoat that hugged his chest and trim waist.
Peter also looked nice, dressed in a preppy pair of navy pants and wearing a black polo shirt.
“There you are,” Tex said, pulling him in for a kiss. “This all looks delicious.”
Tex and Peter had transferred the pasta to a serving bowl and the garlic bread to a rustic cutting board, and they’d opened a bottle of wine. Tex had lit candles, though where he’d found them Carver didn’t have a clue, and Peter had folded napkins into fancy fans that he’d put into the wine glasses.
Everything pointed to tonight being special.
“Let’s eat,” Carver said, kissing Peter’s cheek before sitting down. Carver and Tex sat in their usual places, while Peter took the seat at the head of the table.
He grinned at them. “Does this mean that I’m the boss?” he asked, leaning back imperiously and looking at his alphas with a little smirk.
It was amazing what difference a week and a half could make.
“Not a chance,” Tex said, reaching out and flicking his ear. “Carver is the boss, and he always will be.”
Carver smirked, but Peter looked genuinely surprised.
“You are?” he asked, not hiding his shock as he looked Carver up and down.
“Technically, I’m listed as the head of household on our wedding certificate,” Carver said, lifting his shoulder in a little shrug. “It doesn’t mean anything, though. We’re equals.”
He locked eyes with Tex, winking at him.
Tex turned his face to Peter. “Did you think it was me?” he asked, a little cocky.
“Not really,” Peter said. “I didn’t think about it. You guys always seem to decide things together.”
“We do,” Carver said.
“Most of the time,” Tex corrected.
Carver rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to think about Tex going behind his back to get Peter. He was happy with how it turned out, but he was still angry with Tex for doing something like that without discussing it.
“Let’s eat,” he said, pushing the serving bowl with pasta toward Peter to help himself first.
“Yum,” Peter said, hoisting a generous portion of creamy pasta onto his plate. “This smells delicious.”
“It’s Tex’s favorite,” Carver said, reaching out with his foot under the table and knocking it against Tex’s leg.
Tex retaliated by pushing both feet forward, trapping Carver’s leg between his feet. They stayed like that as they helped themselves to food and through the first bite.
“This feels like a special occasion,” Peter said, looking at them both like he wanted an explanation.
