“I’m hungry,” Tex said, repeating what his stomach had just told them. “I’m going to get started on the pancakes.”
Carver was about to suggest that they all head into the kitchen, but then he had an idea about their motorcycle outing later in the day and he changed his mind.
“I’m going to head out and pick something up for our ride later today,” Carver said, grabbing his jeans from the counter and pulling them up over his legs. He tucked his cock down against his thigh and buttoned them up, Tex shooting him a curious look.
“What?”
“Just some gear for Peter,” he said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. “He needs a helmet, and we should probably get him a jacket, just to be safe.”
“That’s a good idea,” Tex said, holding Peter against his chest.
“What ride?” Peter asked, blinking like he was just now paying attention to what his alphas were saying.
“We thought it might be nice to take a ride up the coast today,” Tex said, leaning down and kissing his head. “Get some fresh air, stop for lunch, spend some time outside.”
“On your motorcycle?” Peter asked, sounding very interested.
“Yes,” Tex said, voice darkly amused. “On our motorcycles.”
“All right,” Peter said, nodding to himself and smiling. “That sounds fun.” He looked so cute, and it made Carver want to devour him.
“I’m glad you approve,” Carver said, walking over and kissing the corner of his mouth, licking over his teeth. He rose up and did the same to Tex. “I’ll be back in time for pancakes.”
Stepping back, Carver grabbed his socks and went into the closet to get his favorite riding jacket. He pulled it on, waving at his husband and their omega before leaving to put on his boots.
This was shaping up to be a very good day.
27
Tex
Flipping the pancakes on the griddle, Tex looked over his shoulder to watch Peter watching him. The omega was perched on the edge of the seat of his barstool, leaning over the kitchen island and observing his every move like he was studying for a test.
“Are they ready now?” Peter asked, even though he’d just seen Tex flip the pancakes.
“In a minute,” Tex said. He didn’t begrudge Peter his haste. After all, Peter had gone into heat, and that took a lot out of an omega. He had to be starving.
“Sorry,” Peter said, tapping his fingers on the marble top of the kitchen island. “I’m just so hungry.”
“Me too,” Tex said, checking the underside of the pancakes. They were pale, but he figured they were edible. He transferred them to a plate, scooping the sliced banana over and putting them down in front of his omega.
It didn’t matter how many times he did it; Tex still got an intense thrill out of feeding Peter—especially when it was something he’d prepared himself.
He put a bottle of syrup down next to the plate, knowing that Peter liked his pancakes on the sweeter side.
“Should we wait for Carver?” Peter asked, holding his knife and fork at the ready.
“Nah, go ahead and eat,” Tex said, pouring more batter onto the griddle to cook up the next batch of pancakes. He wasn’t going to poach from Peter’s stack. “Carver can eat when he gets back.”
“All right,” Peter said, cutting off a huge piece of pancake and stuffing it into his mouth. If he hadn’t just had his knot in that mouth, Tex would have been amazed at how much he managed to get inside.
He looked like a chipmunk.
Tex was going to comment, but then he heard the sound of Carver’s bike coming up the driveway.
“Carver’s home,” he said, making Peter look toward the door. “He’s coming up the driveway,” Tex clarified.
“Do you think he found me a helmet?” Peter asked.
