“Good boy. That will be all.” Their dad turned to Steve. “You should go visit your mother. She’s been even more of a bitch since you left and it’s been driving me crazy.”
Steve hated when his dad called his mom a bitch. He ground his teeth, not wanting to start another fight, but still feeling resentful.
His dad noticed his efforts to be quiet and sighed.
“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I shouldn’t put you in the middle of me and your mother. She’s been worried about you. I would appreciate it if you went and talked to her.”
Steve nodded, appreciating the apology but not quite accepting it.
“I will.”
Steve had never been close to his mother – she’d divorced his dad when he was little and hadn’t been interested in raising her children – but he still loved her. William always said that she was more of a cool aunt than a mom, and Steve couldn’t disagree with the description.
He hadn’t missed her like he’d missed his dad and brothers.
He still looked forward to seeing her, though.
42
DYLAN
Dylan couldn’t move. He lay on the sinfully comfortable hotel mattress, the sheets pushed to the floor, squished between August and Ryker’s muscular bodies as the three of them basked in the afterglow of many, many orgasms.
“My butt hurts,” Dylan mumbled, wincing when a slight wriggle to get a little more comfortable sent shooting pains up his hole.
He didn’t think August and Ryker had ever been that rough with him. The two alphas had been feral, near out of their minds as they passed him back and forth, fucking his ass and throat like they thought he was made from indestructible rubber.
“I could kiss it and make it better?” August suggested, reaching down and clutching Dylan’s left cheek.
“I will literally kill you if you touch my hole right now,” Dylan warned.
August grinned and reached for his opening, sitting up like he intended to flip Dylan over and tongue-fuck his hole.
Dylan growled at him, not up for any more play. “No. Safeword. Stop it.”
August froze, sitting up and looking down at him with wide, wounded eyes.
“Were we too rough?”
Dylan put his arm over his eyes and laughed. August and Ryker were the definition of too rough. The problem was that Dylan loved it. The brutal treatment made him come harder and more often than he’d ever dreamed possible before meeting the musclebound alphas. He loved it when they manhandled him and forced him to take their huge cocks and impossibly big knots. It was only afterwards that he questioned if the pleasure was worth the pain.
“No, but if you’re going to use me like that, you have to be nice to me after.”
“I am!” August exclaimed. “I was going to make your sore hole feel better.”
Dylan narrowed his eyes, making August’s expression turn guilty as he thought through about what he’d intended to do.
“I could get some numbing lotion from the pharmacy?” he offered.
Dylan had never liked an idea more. “That’s the best idea you’ve ever had,” he said. “In fact, buy a multipack.”
August humped off the bed and yanked on his jeans. The way he had to tuck his cock in after he’d lifted the denim up to his hips was the hottest thing Dylan had ever seen.
“I saw a pharmacy just down the road,” August said, looking at Ryker. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Get him some painkillers as well,” Ryker said, giving his approval to the errand. “And buy some water and snacks. We need to hydrate.”
August nodded, pulling on his shirt and jacket and stepping into his boots. “I’ll be quick,” he promised, heading for the door and jogging out of the room.
