“Tex and I understand each other very well,” Carver said, pointedly looking at the envelope on the desk. He was more than ready to end the conversation and get on with his day. Ingram caught the brief look, nodding to himself.
“Well, that’s good, I suppose.” Ingram took the envelope and held it out, Carver leaning across the desk and taking it in his hand. The paper was thick and expensive, like something you’d use for a formal invitation to an event, and sealed with a wax seal. Ingram grinned at him. “Welcome to the club.”
“Thank you,” Carver said, nodding and tucking the envelope into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “I look forward to being a member.”
Saying goodbye, Carver left Ingram’s office and headed into his own. He had a busy day ahead of him and he needed to get started. He was meeting a new client for lunch and he hadn’t prepared nearly as well as he should have over the weekend. His plan had been to get his prep done on Saturday and Sunday afternoon, but then he’d blown that off and spent every minute of his weekend with Tex and Peter.
It had been worth it.
Sitting down at his desk, Carver saw that he had a new message from Peter.
Have a nice day at work! XXX
Carver read the message and grinned. It was strange how such a small thing could make his whole being feel light and happy. He texted Peter back.
Thank you! I hope you have a nice day, too?
Booting up his laptop, Carver tapped his hands on the edge of his desk, wondering how Peter would react to their mission at The Bank.
Hopefully, he would take it in stride.
* * *
Later that daywhen he came home from work, Carver was exhausted. His client lunch meeting had been a disaster, and then on top of that, the fire alarm had gone off in the whole building an hour before he was supposed to go home. The blaring alarm had forced him and everyone else in the building to evacuate and wait for the fire department to give the all-clear to go back to work.
He was looking forward to spending some quality time before bed with Tex and Peter.
“Hello?” Carver called, toeing off his dress boots and taking off his overcoat. “Anybody home?”
“We’re in the living room!” Tex called back, the sound of his deep voice making Carver grin. He walked toward the sound of Tex’s voice, his cock throbbing at the sight that greeted him. Tex was sitting on the couch, in full uniform, with a naked Peter on his lap, impaled on his thick knot.
Tex had his big hands splayed over Peter’s chest and stomach, his black leather gloves dark and shiny and huge against Peter’s pale skin.
“Well, this looks fun,” Carver said, walking closer and crouching down between Tex’s legs. He took Peter’s jaw in his hand, swiping over his lip with his thumb. “Hey, you.”
“Hi,” Peter said, voice strained. Tex was palpating his stomach, pushing into his belly with firm fingers, going deep like he was trying to feel where his cock was hidden.
“Is Tex being mean?” Carver asked, pushing his thumb into Peter’s mouth.
“So mean,” Peter agreed, the words distorted by Carver’s thumb between his teeth.
Tex chuckled darkly. “We’re playing cops and robbers,” he said, twisting Peter’s nipple and making him cry out. The sight of his thick leather-clad fingers twisting Peter’s innocent little nipple made Carver’s mouth water. “I’m winning.”
“No, you’re not,” Peter objected, whimpering when Tex reached up and twisted his other nipple, now working both nubs with his gloved fingers.
“Yes, I am,” Tex growled, yanking down on Peter’s nipples and making him cry out in pain.
Carver grinned, reaching down and taking Peter’s cock in his hand. The little length was rock hard, leaking pre-come all over Peter’s thighs and belly, and when Carver started jerking it, the omega’s whole body twitched like he’d been shocked.
Carver knew that Peter’s nipples could take much more than Tex was dishing out, so he wasn’t worried when Tex’s big fingers got even rougher.
“How do you win, exactly?” Carver asked.
“By being an alpha,” Tex said, letting go of Peter’s nipple and grabbing him by the throat. He squeezed down, making Peter choke.
The sound went right to Carver’s cock.
“He has to get the location of my stash,” Peter said when Tex loosened his grip on his throat. His voice was rough and hoarse, but he sounded very pleased with himself.
