“How did you get along with everyone?”
August already knew that nothing major had happened – Ryker would have told him over the phone if that were the case – but he was still curious how Ryker had gotten along with their new pack now that things were settling down a bit.
“Really well. Odin and David invited me to run with them.” Ryker nuzzled into August’s jaw. “What about you? Did Spencer try to sneak home with you in your suitcase?”
August snorted, shaking his head. “No, but he’s set on coming. He’s got interviews lined up next week, and he’s dead set on moving here when he graduates.”
“I’m glad,” Ryker said. “He’s a good kid, and you’ll feel better having him in your pack where you can keep an eye on him.”
Ryker was right.
“He’s going to want to live in the building,” August warned.
“That’s fine.” Ryker grinned. “There’s an available unit two floors down. If we buy it now, we’d have time to soundproof it properly by the time he graduates next spring.”
August gave Ryker a suspicious look. He remembered getting an email from the board of the building that the unit had been sold already.
“Did you already buy it?”
Ryker kissed him. “Maybe.”
Of course he had. August kissed him back, his wolf buzzing happily in the back of his mind at the idea of Spencer coming to live with them.
Ryker kissed his way across August’s jaw. August lifted his chin, giving his mate access, until he heard a dismayed complaint from his left.
“Two weeks? That’s so long!”
Steve sounded devastated. August turned his head and looked, chuckling at the sight of Steve staring down at Dylan like he’d just told him that Christmas was canceled.
“I want to make sure that it works,” Dylan said, his voice firm. “Besides, we can do other stuff.”
Dylan reached out and cupped Steve’s bulge, squeezing him through his jeans.
“Like what?” Steve asked, cradling the side of Dylan’s face and dragging his thumb over Dylan’s lips.
“The purple dildos,” Dylan said, opening his mouth and sucking Steve’s thumb inside. He kept rubbing Steve’s crotch. “And the sounding kit.”
“Don’t forget tying you up,” August added.
“And tying me up,” Dylan corrected, his voice muffled by Steve’s thumb. “And you can spank me.”
“How about I use the flogger instead?” Steve suggested. He pushed his thumb toward the back of Dylan’s throat, fucking into his mouth, but Dylan didn’t gag. It took a lot more than that to faze him these days.
“Yes, please,” Dylan mumbled.
Ryker grabbed August by the front of his shirt and pulled him close. “Aren’t they adorable?”
August tilted his face up, letting Ryker kiss him. As they made out, they watched Dylan work Steve’s bulge with his hand, squeezing and kneading it, while Steve felt around Dylan’s mouth with his thumb.
August tore away from Ryker’s mouth with a gasp, his cock feeling like it was going to explode. He grabbed Dylan and yanked him away from Steve, tucking him in under his chin and holding him close.
Steve pouted.
“I say we take this to the playroom,” August said. He rubbed Dylan’s chest, finding his left nipple and giving it a squeeze. “Agreed?”
Steve nodded, working his bulge with the palm of his hand with a considering look on his face.
“We should wear something to cover our cocks so that we don’t ruin the experiment,” he said.
