Then he started to move, and Peter could only stare on in shock. Tex could actually dance. He ground his hips to the music, swaying and thrusting his bulge, taking off his shirt and tossing it at Peter to the slow beat of the song.
Peter had expected Tex stripping to be hot, but this was on a whole different level.
“Was he a stripper before he became a cop?” Peter whispered to Carver, staring transfixed when Tex dropped down to the floor and moved his hips up and down to the music. Tex must have heard because he smirked and did a spinning move that was pure athleticism.
“No, but he’s always been a good dancer,” Carver said. “It’s hot, right?”
“Very,” Peter agreed.
Tex danced, working his way closer to the couch, and before Peter knew it the massive alpha was straddling him, taking Peter’s hands in his big mitts and rubbing them up and down over his bulging pecs.
Peter blushed, Tex looming over him like some kind of muscular alpha-god, his scent musky and intense, the feel of his meaty chest making Peter’s toes curl and his hole clench with arousal.
He’d just taken two knots, but Tex was making him hungry for another round.
“You like this, baby?”
Tex grabbed Peter’s chin, angling his head up and licking up his jaw, ending with a wet kiss on the mouth before he moved over and straddled Carver. Peter sat there, a little shell-shocked, and watched as Tex rubbed his pecs in Carver’s face and thrust his bulge into his abs.
The two of them together, Tex in just his boots and breeches, Carver in his business-daddy suit, made Peter long to be between them—to feel them press up against his back and front and envelop him in a world of alpha.
The song ended and Tex climbed off Carver’s lap, grabbing his shirt off the floor and using it to wipe the sweat off his face and shoulders.
“So, are you satisfied?” he asked, looking at Peter.
“Yes,” Peter said, grinning as he looked his shirtless alpha up and down. “That was great.”
“I’m glad it met with your approval.” Tex grabbed his gloves, bunching up his shirt and collecting his belt from the floor where he’d dropped it when he first walked in the door. “I’m going to take a shower before the food gets here. You guys are free to join.”
“I’m in,” Peter said, standing up and walking over to the alpha. He felt filthy and a shower sounded like heaven. The fact that Tex would be there, in all his shower-bully glory—was just a bonus.
“I’ll wait until you guys are done,” Carver said, grabbing the remote to the TV and getting comfortable. “Someone needs to answer the door when the food gets here.”
“Thank you, Carver,” Tex said, grabbing Peter by the back of the neck and leading him out of the room. He looked back over his shoulder. “We’ll be quick.”
* * *
The showerwith Tex was mostly uneventful, and afterward, Peter felt clean and refreshed. The food hadn’t arrived, and so while Tex and Peter settled down to wait, Carver went and took a shower of his own.
“Are you feeling okay?” Tex asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. They’d had to wipe it down before taking a seat, the leather a mess from all the slick and come that had leaked out of Peter’s hole, and the smell of sex still hung heavy in the air.
“A little tired, but other than that, I’m great,” Peter said, snuggling into Tex’s side. “How about you?”
“I’m fantastic.” Tex curled his arm around his neck, pulling him close and kissing the top of his head. “So, you feel like you’re settling in okay?”
Peter shrugged, Tex’s thick arm across the back of his neck feeling nice. The more he got to know Tex and Carver, the more he liked them, and the more he liked them, the more he managed to ignore how they’d acquired him.
He still wasn’t happy with it, but he was starting to believe that it was something he could learn to live with.
“Pretty much,” Peter said. “I got my acceptance papers from Summerland today, so that was fun.”
“Yeah?” Tex sounded way more excited than Peter had expected. “That’s awesome! Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Peter said, smiling to himself. School was important to him, but he wasn’t used to people acknowledging how much it meant to him. His sister and uncle certainly hadn’t supported his educational pursuits. They had both very much been of the opinion that omegas were best served by finding an alpha that could take care of them.
“Do they have a summer program you could enroll in?” Tex asked, petting his hair. “I know you’re bored here, and that way, you could get started a little sooner. Or maybe you could get a job, something temporary so you have something to do all day?”
Peter’s first instinct was to think that Tex was chastising him for being lazy, but he forced himself to evaluate the alpha’s words. Tex just wanted him to be happy.
