“I just need to get my bag,” Dylan said, running back to the bedroom.
“Do you think he’ll let me claim him tonight?” Steve asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and adjusting his crotch.
“Probably,” Ryker said, grinning and rising from his seat. He walked over and cupped his hand over Steve’s bulge, feeling his hard shaft beneath the denim and giving it a squeeze. He leaned in, Steve watching him with heated eyes. “He’s not that hard to get in the mood.”
Steve snorted and nuzzled his face into Ryker’s neck.
“He’s really not, is he?”
“We’re pretty lucky,” Ryker agreed.
“I’m ready to go,” Dylan said, jogging into the room and coming to an abrupt stop. “Though don’t stop on my account. Jesus. You guys are hot.”
Steve laughed and pulled away from Ryker, turning toward Dylan.
“Thank you. I’m ready to go, too.”
Ryker walked with them to the elevator and saw them off, then went back to the bedroom to change into a suit so that he could get going as well. He headed into work, taking his car and listening to the radio, and when he got to the office, he was immediately pulled into a meeting over something that had happened while he was away.
After that, Ryker had a few more meetings, including a working lunch, after which he spent a solid five hours reading over and responding to emails.
Before he knew it, it was past six and August was calling him asking what time he wanted to have dinner.
His secretary had gone home an hour ago, as had most of the office, but Ryker had managed to get caught up on everything he needed to be caught up on.
“I’m heading home now,” he said.
“Perfect,” August said. “Me too. I’m picking up pasta on the way. Our usual order.”
“What about Steve and Dylan?”
“They’re already home.” August sounded pleased. “I talked to Steve earlier. He’s moved all his stuff, but we’re going to have to rent a space for his bike. Can you handle that?”
“Sure.” Ryker made a note to contact the board of their building to see if there was anything available. “Anything else?”
“Nope, unless you want to pick up some wine for dinner?”
“I’ll do that.” Ryker rose from his chair and reached for his coat, saying goodbye and hanging up. He grabbed his keys and headed out of the office, looking forward to the evening ahead.
If everything went like he thought it would, Steve would claim Dylan, and their little pack would be complete.
Ryker couldn’t wait.
When he arrived home, Ryker took the elevator up to the penthouse. August’s parking space had been empty, so Ryker knew that he had made it home first. He toed off his shoes and put away his coat, heading down the hall with an excited spring in his step.
After all the shit they’d been through over the weekend, coming home to his penthouse and knowing that all his mates were safe and accounted for was a good feeling.
As he walked down the hall, Ryker could hear movement and the muffled sound of voices coming from inside the apartment. The sound wasn’t coming from the kitchen or living room, which meant that Steve and Dylan were somewhere behind closed doors.
Acting on a hunch, Ryker headed toward the playroom and opened the door without knocking. Sure enough, Dylan and Steve were inside, both of them turning startled gazes his way when he stepped through the doorway.
“Ryker!” Steve said, licking his lips and looking between Dylan and his alpha. He was shirtless, wearing leather pants that Ryker was sure were his, and holding a wooden paddle. “You’re home. Dylan and I were just… checking out the playroom.”
Ryker grinned, his cock growing hard and pushing against the front of his suit. Steve had Dylan in the pillory, stripped naked, his hands and neck locked securely into place between two slabs of polished wood.
There was a huge gag in his mouth that made him look like a chipmunk.
“Having fun?” Ryker asked, walking into the room. Dylan and Steve watched him, looking embarrassed to have been caught playing. Ryker didn’t know why. It was natural for his two youngest mates to want to have fun together.
