“I think that’s it,” he said, handing the bag to Dylan. “Am I missing anything?”
Dylan bit his lip, looking around the room from his position in the doorway. “Did you get the stuff in the bathroom?”
August had not. He grabbed a new bag and went into the bathroom, packing Dylan’s toothbrush into his toiletry bag and then dumping everything but the toilet brush and shower curtain into the new bag.
“I think that’s it,” Dylan said, taking the bags while August grabbed the suitcase. “Thanks for the help.”
“Of course,” August said, giving his neck a squeeze. “I’m just glad you weren’t at home when the ceiling collapsed.”
Dylan snorted. “It was just some wet plaster. Worst case scenario, I would have gotten a concussion.”
August held back a growl. Dylan getting a concussion was unacceptable. He and Ryker should have realized that Dylan was living in a deathtrap, and they would not be so careless with his safety in the future.
“Ryker and I will make sure nothing like this happens again.”
It was a promise August intended to keep.
25
RYKER
Ryker watched the buildup of annoyance on Dylan’s face reach a breaking point.
“Okay, can you stop?” Dylan said, cutting off Ryker’s rant. “You guys are acting like my building collapsed while I was inside of it. It was just a piece of plaster that fell from the ceiling, now knock it off.”
Dylan’s voice was angry, but Ryker couldn’t bring himself to retract his rant that he would sue the owner of Dylan’s building and then kidnap him so that he could hunt him for sport on the full moon.
His mate – his very fragile, human mate – could have been seriously injured, and he wasn’t taking it seriously enough.
“We’re sorry,” August said, sitting down and pulling Dylan into his lap. The three of them were in the living room, with August and Dylan on the sofa, and Ryker pacing restlessly while he tried and failed to rein in his temper. “We’re just a little rattled. Give us a minute to calm down, okay?”
He squeezed Dylan against his front, kissing his cheek and nuzzling into his neck.
Ryker held back a growl. He wasn’t sorry in the least. In fact, he had every intention of making sure that Dylan never risked that kind of injury again, even if it meant the boy had to stay in his sight every hour of the day until they were both old and gray.
“I think we need to relax,” August mumbled, rubbing Dylan’s stomach. He’d pushed one hand down between Dylan’s legs, casually groping him and feeling his cock through his jeans.
Ryker’s cock twitched, and for a second he forgot to be worried.
“Ryker needs to relax,” Dylan mumbled.
Ryker made an effort to do just that. He was upset, but alienating Dylan would only make him more upset, and so the first thing he needed to do was calm down. His plan to keep Dylan safe wouldn’t work if Dylan thought he was acting unhinged.
“How about we do a little roleplay?” August suggested. He pushed his hand under Dylan’s shirt, caressing his stomach and giving his nipple a pinch. “Remember that one scenario we chatted about, way back in the beginning, about a geeky nerd going to the gym and getting fucked by two of the personal trainers? We could reserve the gym on the third floor tonight and act it out.”
Ryker’s cock twitched, the idea of working up a sweat and then fucking Dylan senseless appealing in the extreme. He was about to second the suggestion when he noticed the look of utter befuddlement on Dylan’s face.
“You don’t like that idea?” he asked, dropping down onto the couch next to August and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
Dylan licked his lips, still sporting the same look of confusion. “No, I mean, it sounds like a fun idea, it’s just… What do you mean, we chatted about it? I’ve never talked to you about roleplaying in the gym.”
August, unable to see that Dylan looked genuinely confused, laughed and gave him a squeeze.
“Yes, you did,” he said. “Don’t you remember? It was right after I sent you that picture of me in the gym showing off my sweaty pit.”
Dylan jumped out of August’s lap and stood up, turning around and facing them.
“You’ve never sent me a picture like that.”
