It was a lovely way to drift off to sleep.
26
Carver
When Carver woke up, his nose was pressed into Peter’s hair, the enticing scent making his cock throb. He’d moved sometime during the night, rolling over so that half his body was on top of Peter’s.
The only reason he wasn’t completely blanketing the omega was that Tex was taking the other side.
For a brief second, Carver panicked, worried that they’d smothered their new omega on the night they claimed him, but a second’s attention confirmed that Peter was breathing steadily.
It made sense. If omegas were so fragile that an alpha falling asleep on top of them killed them, there would be no omegas left.
While Carver would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed with Tex and Peter, his bladder was screaming at him that he needed to piss. Since Peter had nixed watersports, that meant that Carver had to leave the bed and go to the bathroom.
As he lifted his body off Peter, earning a sleepy whimper from the omega, Carver wondered what Peter would say if he asked him to take his morning piss.
It probably wouldn’t be anything nice.
Standing in front of the toilet, emptying his bladder with a satisfying moan, Carver was startled when he heard the bathroom door open again. He looked over and saw Tex stepping into the room.
“Morning,” he said, looking his mate up and down. Tex’s hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and since he hadn’t shaved the night before, his stubble was now edging on a beard. He also reeked of come, sweat and omega slick.
“My cock is sore,” Tex said, grinning and walking up next to him. He aimed his cock at the bowl and started pissing, crossing his stream with Carver’s. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
“He’s got a good ass,” Carver agreed. He finished emptying his bladder, shaking his cock to dislodge the last few drops. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. While he waited for the water to warm up, he looked at Tex. “So, what’s the plan for today?”
It was the weekend, and for once, they were both off work.
“I’m going to knot Peter; beyond that, I don’t have any plans.” Tex finished pissing and walked over to Carver, kissing him. “What about you?”
“Same,” Carver said.
He hoped Peter would be up for more. They’d worked him hard and he might be too sore to take them again.
“You should tell him about the club,” Tex said, scratching his taut stomach. “About what your mom needs you guys to do.”
“Today?” Carver asked. He didn’t want to scare Peter with The Bank—not until Peter was more comfortable with the kind of rough play that would be required.
“I think so, yeah,” Tex said. “It doesn’t feel right keeping something like that from him. He’s not a kid. We can’t treat him like one.”
When Tex put it like that, Carver couldn’t disagree.
“I guess,” he conceded. Putting his hand under the water to feel how warm it was, he asked, “How about we take him out on a ride later today? Drive up along the coast and get lunch at Mannie’s.”
Mannie’s was a diner about an hour and a half’s ride from their house. They’d found it during their early exploration of their new territory, back when every free moment they had was spent on their bikes.
Carver missed those days. He couldn’t remember the last time he and Tex had gone out riding together.
“If Peter’s up for it, sure. Sounds fun,” Tex said.
The water wasn’t fully warm, but it was hot enough that Carver stepped under the spray, Tex bullying his way after him and hogging the showerhead.
“Wait your own fucking turn,” Carver growled, pushing him away, half playful and half asserting his dominance.
“I am, I go first,” Tex said, smirking and shouldering him into the corner of the shower.
Grinning, Carver launched at him, and for a solid five minutes they wrestled in the tight confines of the shower, the mark of the winner being who was getting wet.
