In the end, the thought of having to explain the bill he’d invariably get if he went to the hospital to his parents decided the issue. Dylan was still on his dad’s insurance, and there was no way in hell he was explaining to them that he’d gotten a shampoo bottle stuck inside of him.
Even if August really was too busy to help him, hopefully he could get him treated without having to bill his parents’ insurance.
Before he could start overthinking things, Dylan called August’s number. He held his breath as it rang, his whole body on high alert, his stomach sinking when it went to voicemail.
“You’ve reached Dr. Schaffer. Please leave a message after the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. If you’re having a medical emergency, please hang up and dial nine-one-one.”
The sound of August’s voice had Dylan’s hole clenching, his cock dripping against the crotch of his sweatpants. When the tone beeped, Dylan was caught off guard.
He hadn’t planned out what he was going to say!
“Hi August, this is Dylan. I’m having a little bit of an emergency and I could really use some help. If you could call me back as soon as possible? Or if you’re busy I’ll go to the emergency room, but please let me know. Talk to you soon, I hope. Bye.”
Dylan hung up, feeling mortified at the rambling message. He quickly redialed, leaving another voicemail.
“It’s not like anemergencyemergency. I can go to the emergency room if you don’t have time to see me. It’s not a problem if you’re busy, I’m just a little embarrassed. Let me know if you’re busy.”
Hanging up, Dylan was even more mortified. He sounded like a crazy person. And what kind of person asked someone they’d been dating for a week for free medical care? Dylan called August again, regretting the two previous calls with every fiber in his being.
“Never mind. I shouldn’t have bothered you. Please just ignore my message and I’ll figure this out by myself. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Hanging up, feeling like an absolute lunatic, Dylan sent August a message asking him to delete his voicemails and not listen to any of them.
Hopefully, August would do as he asked.
Googling the nearest emergency room, Dylan tried to think of some way he could get through having the shampoo bottle removed from his ass without having to explain the bill to his parents. He didn’t have to give his information if he went to the emergency room, did he? It wasn’t like they would turn him away if he showed up without his ID or insurance information. He could just make up a name, get the bottle out of his ass, and then make a run for it.
His parents never had to know.
Relieved that he had a plan, though not entirely confident that it would work, Dylan got dressed, grabbed his keys and his phone, and walked bow-legged out of his apartment.
14
AUGUST
August came awake to birds chirping, fresh air in his lungs, and two firm bodies lying beneath him on the forest floor. Yawning, the cold on his back more than offset by the heat beneath him, August stretched out his legs and nuzzled into Ryker’s throat.
It had been a surprisingly fun full moon. They’d set up camp early – erecting a tarp in case it snowed and putting down a pile of blankets for when they wanted to lie down and rest – and then they’d set off in search of Steve.
August hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic, but Ryker had been determined to find the younger alpha and invite him to run with them. They’d caught Steve as he drove into the preserve, flagging down his car and getting him to park it near their SUV.
Steve had been wary at first, assuming that August and Ryker were playing some sort of trick on him, but Ryker had assured him that the offer was sincere.
August wasn’t sure whether Steve believed him, but whatever he truly believed, he took a chance and accepted the offer. They’d all jogged back to the camp that August and Ryker had set up, the setting sun giving way to the cold light of the full moon, and stripped down to their underwear.
Steve had a very nice body, with wide shoulders, big arms, and thighs that looked like they could crush boulders, and a big cock that filled the pouch of his jockstrap to bursting.
“Sizing up the competition?” Steve had teased, flexing his pecs and making them dance. His expression was confident and there was a hint of a challenge in his voice.
August had rolled his eyes, but Steve had pretty much hit the nail on the head. He was so happy that he and Ryker had gotten to Dylan first – and even more so that Dylan was the faithful and loyal type.
Steve was a stud, and August had no problem admitting it.
“You look good,” August had answered, and to his delight, the compliment had made Steve pause his flexing and blush.
That had pretty much set the mood for the evening. They jogged around the perimeter of their territory, August and Steve racing each other and daring each other to lift boulders and break the trunks of fallen trees, with Ryker taking the lead and guiding their path.
Once the sun had fully set, the three of them had shifted into their wolf forms and let loose completely. They’d run, played, and hunted enough rabbits to stuff their bellies, and then curled up together under the tarp August and Ryker had set up and gone to sleep.
