Steve perked up. “Dylan is coming?”
Ryker led him into a huge living room, wall to ceiling windows showing the glittering city below.
“He is.” Ryker shot him a look. “I thought it would be nice if the four of us could spend some time together.”
Steve blushed, his chest warming at the way Ryker saidthe four of us, like they were a pack. Then he remembered what a bad idea joining Ryker’s pack was, and the warm feeling went away.
His father would never allow him to join another pack, and if he tried, he would only bring trouble down on August and Ryker.
“What’s with the face?”
Ryker’s question jerked Steve out of his brooding thoughts.
“Nothing,” he lied, walking over to the couch. The scent of sex intensified, and sure enough, the leather seat cushion was dirty with what looked like a mix of drying come and saliva.
“Fuck, I thought August had cleaned that up,” Ryker said, looking a little red around the ears as he surveyed the mess. He jogged out of the room and came back a second later carrying a damp towel, which he used to wipe the sofa clean. He shot Steve a rueful grin. “We decided to take the edge off before you and Dylan came over.”
Steve’s cock stiffened, pushing against the front of his jeans at the mental image of August and Ryker blowing each other.
“Makes sense,” Steve said, not sure what else to say when Ryker kept looking at him. He turned toward the window, adjusting his bulge and trying to tamp down his burgeoning erection as he looked out at the city landscape.
Ryker walked next to him, standing close so that their shoulders were touching and placing his hand on his back.
“I was thinking we could have a little fun tonight,” Ryker said, his voice pitched low. “You, me, August and Dylan. Would you like that?”
Steve’s mouth went dry, and the sensation of Ryker’s hand rubbing up and down his lower back sent shudders up his spine.
“That sounds…” Steve cleared his throat. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” Ryker slid his hand lower, the tips of his little and ring finger edging over the waistband of his jeans. “Tell me what kind of fun you’d like us to have.”
Steve’s face burned, and he was glad that they were standing next to each other so that he didn’t have to look Ryker in the face.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, his heart speeding up as Ryker’s hand slid down and cupped his ass. Ryker squeezed, hand gripping Steve’s muscular cheek, taking his time and groping Steve’s ass like he was feeling a ripe peach.
“You don’t?” Ryker sounded calm. “Are you sure?”
Steve closed his eyes. “Maybe I could-”
Steve gasped, cutting himself off when Ryker stepped behind him and wrapped him up in a hug. Strong arms pushed around his waist, pulling him flush against Ryker’s body, soft lips pressing into the space behind his ear.
“Maybe you could, what?” Ryker asked, his voice so close that Steve could feel his breath against his skin. Ryker’s hand moved up the front of his shirt, slow and confident in his exploration, and rubbed over his pecs before squeezing his nipple with a cruel little tug. “Tell me.”
“I could watch you spank him.”
Goosebumps rose on Steve’s arms at the pleased chuckle that rumbled in Ryker’s chest.
“You don’t want to do it yourself?” Ryker asked. He reached down and found Steve’s cock, squeezing him through his jeans. “Put him over your lap and paint his ass red?”
“If you’d let me,” Steve said, feeling like he was going to come just from the gentle kneading of Ryker’s hand on his cock.
“Such a good boy,” Ryker said, letting go of Steve’s cock and patting his bulge. The gentle tap landed on his balls, causing a dull sort of pain that only served to heighten Steve’s arousal.
“Am I interrupting?”
Steve jumped at the new voice, taking a startled step away from Ryker and turning to see August standing in the doorway.
“No, we were just-”
