“All right.” Steve kissed the top of his head. “We have a deal.”
54
RYKER
The next day, Ryker had intended to stay home with Dylan and make sure he was okay, but when they sat down for breakfast, Dylan informed them that he was going to class, and that he had plans with his friends Annie, Coco and Caleb after.
“I’ll be back for dinner,” he said, slapping August’s hand away when he tried to steal one of his strawberries.
“All right,” Ryker said, mentally rearranging his plans. He would head into the office and deal with anything he needed to catch up on after his unannounced break.
“What about you guys?” Ryker asked.
“Work,” August said, shrugging and licking a dollop of whipped cream off his finger. “I told Cynthia I’d be back today, so I have a pretty full schedule.”
Ryker turned to Steve.
“I need to go into the station and talk to my sergeant about the shifts I’ve missed,” Steve said. “I was also thinking I’d pack up my apartment and move my stuff over here.”
“Sounds good,” Ryker said. “Dylan, that reminds me of something. I have some documents I need you to sign to terminate your lease and get compensation for your ceiling falling down on you. I’ll send them to your email. If you could print them out, sign them, and send me a picture that would be great.”
Dylan frowned. “But I’m subletting.”
Ryker nodded. “I know. It’s all been taken care of.”
“The guy I’m subletting from isn’t in trouble, is he?”
“He’s fine. Your subletting contract was perfectly legal, but the company that owns the building tried to stick both of you with the bill for fixing the ceiling. I had one of my lawyers talk them out of that and negotiate a settlement to make up for the inconvenience instead.”
Dylan perked up. “That’s nice. They’re so sleazy.”
They finished up breakfast, with Steve offering to do the dishes. Ryker drank his coffee, enjoying the morning sunlight and the company of his mates.
August was the first to leave, after which Dylan realized that he was late and had to rush to get going.
Steve offered to drive him to school, which he accepted with a relieved sigh.
“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver.”
“It’s no problem.” Steve kissed him, and Ryker’s cock twitched as he watched his two youngest mates licking into each other’s mouth like they’d just discovered French kissing. Steve grabbed Dylan by his waist and lifted him up, making Dylan wrap his legs around him and cling to him with a moan. Steve licked his way down to Dylan’s neck, grabbing his ass and squeezing it, and started sucking on the skin next to August’s claiming mark.
That was where he’d bite him, Ryker thought with fond amusement. He couldn’t wait to watch it happen.
As Steve and Dylan forgot all about being late, Ryker examined Dylan’s neck for the tenth time that morning, as amazed as he’d been when he woke up.
John’s bite had all but disappeared.
There were just the faintest pinpricks of light scar tissue left, but Ryker was pretty sure those would fade within a few days as well.
Ryker’s theory was that something about Dylan’s omega status had caused him to outright reject the bite. There was nothing else that would explain why August and Ryker’s tooth-marks were still clearly outlined in white patches on Dylan’s neck, while John’s more brutal wound had barely any trace left of it.
Ryker cleared his throat. “I thought you were late, Dylan.”
Dylan was currently humping Steve’s waist, grinding into him while Steve squeezed his ass with a two-handed grip and sucked what looked like a monster hickey into his neck.
“Fuck,” Dylan gasped, coming back to himself. He tapped Steve on his arm to let him down, sinking to his feet and leaning on Steve for support as the two of them caught their breath.
The bulge in Steve’s jeans was obscene, and Dylan’s situation wasn’t much better.
