Steve nodded, grinning wide. “Will do.” He rushed back to his car and climbed behind the wheel.
“We’re in a hurry,” August said, irritated when Ryker just watched him instead of getting into the driver’s seat.
“I know,” Ryker said, not bothered by August’s tone. He jogged around to the other side of the SUV, climbing behind the wheel and starting the engine, and finally they got going.
Steve, like an eager puppy, followed right behind.
As they sped down the deserted road, Ryker glanced at him and smirked. August ignored him, focusing instead on calling the lobby at his building and letting them know that they should let Dylan up to the clinic. When he hung up, Ryker was still looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
“What?” August glared at him.
Ryker’s smirk turned into a full grin. He took his eyes off the road and turned his face toward him. “You like him.”
August scowled, looking away. “Of course I like him. He’s basically us ten years ago. We still don’t have room for him in our pack.”
Ryker lifted his shoulder, shrugging noncommittally and turning his attention back to the road.
“We’ll see how it goes.”
15
STEVE
“Guys, wait up,” Steve called, jogging down the sidewalk to catch up to August and Ryker. He’d managed to follow them all the way to the financial district, but he’d lost them when it came time to find a parking space. There hadn’t been any available slots on the street where Ryker had parked, forcing him to circle around the block until he found an available space.
Luckily, he knew roughly which building August worked in and he’d been able to catch up to the two alphas.
“There you are,” Ryker said, taking a step to the side so that Steve could walk between him and August. “Do you want to come up and wait in the waiting room while August helps Dylan?”
“Absolutely,” Steve said, brushing his hand through his hair and trying not to smile too wide. “Is he doing okay?”
It was August who answered.
“He’s doing fine, he’s just a little uncomfortable.” August put his hands into the pockets of his jacket and chuckled. “He seems more embarrassed than anything.”
Steve nodded. He could absolutely understand why Dylan would be embarrassed.
“Is getting the shampoo bottle out of him going to be hard?”
Steve couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea that something could get stuck in your ass. In his mind, if you could push it in, it should be just as easy to push it out.
Obviously not.
“No, I just have to stretch his hole wide enough to reach in and pull it out. If he were a real patient, I’d put him under anesthesia, but unless he’s experimented with a family-sized bottle I think we should manage without having to resort to that. He’s not bleeding or hurt, so it’s just a matter of stretching him and getting a good grip on it.”
Steve’s cock throbbed inside the pouch of his briefs at the mental image of August stretching Dylan’s hole open. He cleared his throat, trying to think non-sexy thoughts before Ryker or August could smell his arousal.
Steve hadn’t kept his attraction to Dylan a secret, but he didn’t want to rub it in Ryker or August’s faces after they’d been nice enough to spend the full moon with him. He’d had more fun than he’d had in ages, and he was still brimming with happiness that they wanted to do it again on the next full moon.
“Is it going to hurt?”
August looked at him, his lip curved in a smirk. “It’s nothing he can’t handle.”
Ryker chuckled, the noise one of agreement, and Steve was suddenly intensely curious exactly what the two alphas had put Dylan through. He knew that they liked the cute little human, but that chuckle from Ryker was downright evil.
“Does he like it rough?” Steve couldn’t help but ask. His cock was now well on its way to being hard, straining against the front of his jeans and feeling tight.
Ryker and August both grinned, sharing a cocky look, but neither one of them answered the question.
