Tex let out a snort. Like that was the reason Carver wanted Peter strapped to his back like a monkey. This was a bondage thing, pure and simple. He looked at Peter, ruffling his hair.
“How is it?”
Peter blinked, squirming in place and making a face. “I can’t move at all.”
“But do you like it?” Tex asked. He could admit that it was hot to see Peter so completely tied down and unable to move, but he wouldn’t let Carver subject him to a full day of this kind of bondage unless he was into it.
“I think so,” Peter said. “It’sweird.”
“It’s safe,” Carver corrected, turning toward Tex and subtly flexing his chest. Tex heard Peter groan as Carver’s puffed up chest forced the air out of his lungs. “And it feels nice to have him back there.”
“Is it actually safe?” Tex asked. He’d seen plenty of alphas using similar gear to carry their omegas while they rode, but he’d never considered it for himself. He tried to remember if he’d encountered any motorcycle accidents on the job where similar gear had been used, but he couldn’t think of any.
“Yes, I looked it up,” Carver said. “It’s safer than having him ride pillion.”
“All right then,” Tex said. “I’m assuming you want to leave now?” Tex didn’t think that Carver had gotten all geared up for nothing.
Carver nodded.
“I’ll get suited up and meet you in the garage.” Tex turned to go get his own suit, but then stopped and turned back to Carver. He rolled his eyes at the sight of his husband doing squats, testing his movement with Peter stuck on his back. “What about a helmet for Peter?”
“I got one,” Carver confirmed. “He tried it on, and it fits.”
Carver put his hands on the straps connected to Peter’s feet, holding them like a cop would hold his belt. It was ridiculous, but also weirdly sexy.
“Great, I’ll see you in a second.”
28
Peter
Peter leaned his head back—basically the only part of his body he could move—so that Tex could slide his new helmet down over his head. They were in the garage, Carver and Tex’s bikes ready, the large garage door open and letting in the crisp spring air.
“All good?” Tex asked, rubbing Peter’s flank.
“I think so,” Peter said, the added bulk of the helmet meaning that he couldn’t rest his head against Carver’s back as comfortably as he could before. More decisive, he added, “It’s fine.”
Clenching his fists and wriggling his toes, Peter tried to decide how he was feeling. He was still a little caught off guard from the sudden bondage. When Carver had shown him the suit, holding it up with an eager grin, Peter hadn’t known what to think, and when Carver had strapped him into place, he’d been shocked at how severely restricted his movement was.
A part of him was glad. His hole was sore as hell, and not having to sit on the back of one of his alpha’s bikes was a relief. Just sitting on the barstool for breakfast had been torture, and he’d been preparing to tell Carver and Tex that he wasn’t up for a motorcycle ride.
It was nice not to have to disappoint them.
“You ready?” Carver asked, swinging his leg over the bike and sitting down. He leaned back and watched Tex, Peter trying to get used to the way he moved with the alpha.
“Sure am,” Tex said, putting on his helmet and closing the visor. “You want to take the lead?”
“Sure,” Carver said, putting on his own helmet. Before Peter had at least been able to see the back of his hair, but now with the helmet blocking his vision, he felt even more removed from Carver. “The usual route?”
“Sounds good.”
Peter had a sense of déjà vu, his two alphas talking to each other like he wasn’t even there. He knew he should be annoyed, but there was an element of humiliation that made his gut squirm happily.
If anyone had told him a month ago that it was possible to get off on being ignored, Peter would have laughed in their face.
Carver leaned forward and started the bike, riding out of the garage a little too fast for Peter’s liking, zooming down the driveway with a roar from the engine.
Peter could hear Tex behind them, but he couldn’t turn his head enough to see him.
