He was still a little miffed that Ryker had gone off and fucked Dylan without him. It wasn’t just because he would have wanted to be there, but also because from what Ryker had told him, his mate had seemingly lost all control and done a full-on scene with the boy without even an iota of discussion in advance.
Dylan by all rights should have canceled their date and run for the hills.
But Ryker was confident that they’d left things on a good note and that Dylan had enjoyed himself.
August just hoped that Dylan wouldn’t be too sore to have fun with them tonight. He’d been looking forward to plugging his knot back inside Dylan’s hole all week.
The shower turned off and Ryker walked into the bathroom, drying his hair and dripping water all over the floor. He put his foot up on the bed and dried his thigh, looking over the clothes August had laid out for him.
“Brown shoes?” he said, putting his foot down and drying his other leg. “Really?”
“They’re hot,” August said, defending his choice. “And you don’t want to look too formal.”
Ryker gave his short blond hair another pass with the towel and shrugged. “I’m sure you’re right.” He grinned and picked up the suit pants, putting them on and sliding them up over his thighs.
“You’re going commando?” August asked. Ryker had a big cock, and unless he wore underwear that kept everything in place his shaft made a very visible line in his trousers.
“You’re one to talk,” Ryker responded, glancing down at August’s crotch as he picked up the shirt and put it on. “Are you wearing a cock ring under there?”
August laughed. “No. Should I?”
Ryker shook his head. He finished buttoning up his shirt and tucked it in, grabbing the waistcoat and putting it on over the shirt. “No. We don’t want to get arrested for indecency.”
“Socks?” Ryker asked, looking at the bed like he’d missed them.
“Forgot,” August admitted, going back and grabbing a pair of socks and tossing them to Ryker.
Bending down, Ryker slipped on the socks and put on his shoes. When he rose, he smiled.
“Hey, speaking of getting arrested, guess who I ran into today?”
August groaned. “Don’t tell me you picked a fight with Officer Puppy?”
Ryker’s answering grin was answer enough. August rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Why do you have to indulge him? He’s so fucking annoying.”
“I think he’s been trying to make friends.”
August looked up, hoping his expression conveyed exactly how stupid he thought that was.
“No, really.” August put on his belt, tightening the buckle before picking up his suit jacket. “I think he’s lonely, but he’s never had to make friends with someone from outside his pack and he’s just shit at it. I want us to play with him during the next moon.”
August couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“And he knows Dylan.” Ryker delivered that bombshell like it was nothing. “He told him he could do worse than you and me. Isn’t that sweet?”
August had a sudden horrible realization. “You like him!”
Ryker rolled his eyes. “He’s a puppy. A little annoying, sure, but with some socializing he’ll get better. I think we should make nice.”
August sat down on the bed, mentally reviewing every encounter he’d had with Officer Steve. The young alpha had moved to the city a few months ago, and while he’d seen him in passing out and about on the streets, they’d only interacted on full moons.
August wouldn’t even have known his name if it hadn’t been for the official notice that a new werewolf was moving to the city.
Every month since then, Steve had tried to challenge August and Ryker for the tiny piece of territory they’d carved out for themselves in the northern part of the preserve.
There was nothing in those interactions that made August believe that the belligerent young upstart was anything but a menace. But August knew that look on Ryker’s face. Somehow, despite everything, Steve had managed to charm him.
“Did you fight?”
