“You still want that?”
August was surprised. He’d have thought that with Dylan turning omega, Ryker would let up on his desire to add Steve to their relationship.
He should have known better.
“Don’t you?” Ryker moved his hand up and cupped August’s bulge, squeezing his shaft through the denim.
August didn’t say anything, enjoying Ryker’s hand on his package, but then he sighed. “Fine. We can invite Officer Puppy.”
Ryker grinned, kneading his bulge harder.
“We should get Thai food.”
Dylan had mentioned that Thai food was his favorite.
“Fine by me.” Ryker sounded pleased to be getting his way. He shifted his grip, his thumb finding the tip of August’s cock and rubbing it.
“Fuck.” August’s breath hitched when Ryker lifted his hand and pushed it down the front of his pants. He felt his mate’s hand wrap around his cock, the sensation making his cock throb and balls pull tight.
Ryker leaned in, his breath ghosting across the skin of August’s neck before he kissed it. Wet and messy, August closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his mate sucking on his neck while he milked his cock.
Teeth scraped over his jugular, the sharp pain of Ryker’s elongated canines against his skin just the push August needed to get over the edge.
He came, spilling into Ryker’s hand and whimpering when Ryker reached up and twisted his nipple through his shirt.
By the time he finished shooting, the inside of August’s underwear was a mess, and his jeans looked like he’d pissed himself.
He felt deliciously dirty.
Ryker got to his feet with a satisfied grin. He wiped his hand off on August’s shirt, leaning down and kissing his forehead as August enjoyed the comedown from his orgasm, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll invite Dylan, you call Steve.”
It took August a few seconds to process the instruction, and when he did, he pouted. “I want to call Dylan.”
“And I want you to call Steve.” Ryker looked down at him, big and looming and impossibly sexy. He licked a bead of come off the back of his thumb and smirked. “He’ll be happy if you invite him.”
* * *
After going to the bathroom and giving himself a quick wash and changing his jeans and underwear, August called Steve. Just as Ryker had predicted, the younger alpha was delighted by the invitation and promised to be there in half an hour or less.
“Take your time,” August said, moving his phone to his other ear. He walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch, crossing his bare feet on the coffee table. The scent of come lingered in the air, and August wondered if he should offer Ryker a blowjob before their guests came over. “We’re ordering takeout and it will take at least an hour to get here.”
“I can pick it up on my way,” Steve offered. Judging by the rustling and movement in the background, he was rushing to get dressed. “I’m heading out the door now.”
August chuckled. “That works. I’ll text you the address of the restaurant. We’re getting Thai. Any requests?”
“No, I’ll eat whatever,” Steve said. “Can I park my bike in your garage?”
“Sure, I’ll text you the guest parking code.” Glancing out the window, August frowned. “Be careful. It’s starting to get slippery out there.”
“I will be,” Steve said, sounding glowingly happy.
“Good. I’ll see you soon.”
August hung up, Steve’s eagerness to hang out making him grin down at his phone. He still thought that three alphas was one too many for Dylan to handle, but he could admit that Steve was a good fit.
They’d have to take things slow, to the point of inertia, and make sure not to make any promises to the younger alpha. It would be unfair to lead him on – or to lead him on more than they already were.
Steve was joining their pack, not their relationship.
