Tex gripped his neck and pushed his face into his pecs, holding him there for a hard second. He bent his neck, his voice dipping low as he answered, “You bet I am.”
He could feel Peter smile into his chest.
34
Peter
Peter expected Tex to unstrap him from his back after he parked his motorcycle in the Leather House parking lot, but his alpha did no such thing.
“Tex!” Peter complained, completely unable to move. It had taken them half an hour on Tex’s bike to get to the store, and Peter wanted to stretch his legs.
“Yeah?” Tex answered, walking toward the entrance to the store. Or at least that was where Peter assumed he was walking since he couldn’t actually see anything up ahead from his position strapped to Tex’s broad back.
“Are you going to let me down?”
“In a minute,” Tex answered, reaching down and gripping Peter’s ankles through his suit. Peter could hear the teasing smirk in his voice.
“There you are!”
Peter perked up at the sound of Carver’s voice coming from somewhere up front. His belly did a happy little flip, excited at seeing his alpha again.
“Carver! Let me down!” Peter demanded when Carver walked up to Tex and gave him a kiss. Carver laughed, reaching around Tex’s back to remove Peter’s helmet. He stopped kissing Tex and looked down over his shoulder.
“Why?” he asked, eyes dark and grin wide. “You look good right where you are.”
Peter flushed, licking his lips as his cock hardened against Tex’s back. His hole was already wet, but at the sight of Carver, it was practically gushing.
“Let me down,” he repeated, though much less forceful than before.
Carver laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe in a bit.” He turned his attention to Tex. “You want to head inside?”
“Sure.”
The two alphas ignored Peter as they walked into the store.
The inside of the store was brightly lit, contrary to the dark, dungeon atmosphere Peter had expected, with light hardwood floors and row after row of shelves full of more leather than Peter had ever seen in his life. Just from his vantage point, Peter could make out a whole row of what looked like leather straitjackets, armbinders and sleep sacks.
His mouth watered.
“Do we have a plan?” Tex asked, finding Peter’s feet through the leather suit and rubbing them firmly. He dug his fingers into the arch of Peter’s feet, making him groan in pleasure. Carver glanced over, rolling his eyes when he saw what Tex was doing.
“We should do a full sweep,” Carver said. “Work our way through the store and see what we like.”
“We should probably let Peter down,” Tex mused, making Peter’s cock throb.
Peter got off on Tex and Carver treating him like a thing that wasn’t there, but it was a masochistic sort of pleasure. There was a frustration and sense of humiliation that, for some reason, made Peter’s cock harder than almost anything else.
It boggled his mind that he’d gone his whole life before Tex and Carver without realizing that he was kinky.
“Maybe,” Carver agreed. His voice deepened. “Think he can behave himself?”
Peter almost came.
“He better,” Tex said, mirroring Carver’s dark tone.
“I’ll be good,” Peter said, voice cracking. He was feeling deliciously submissive.
“All right,” Tex said, starting to unbuckle the straps that were keeping Peter tied to his back. Carver moved behind him, taking Peter’s weight when he was released from Tex’s back and lowered him to the floor. He removed Peter’s backpack, making quick work on the zipper down his back and pushing the suit down over his shoulders and off his arms.
