“I see it,” Ryker said, turning on his blinker.”
“The restaurant is just up ahead,” August said, turning to Dylan with a charming grin. “I hope you like steak.”
“You’re not a vegetarian, are you?” Ryker asked, before Dylan could answer.
“I’m not, and I do,” Dylan said, watching as Ryker effortlessly parallel parked the SUV. He pushed all thoughts of his parents and what they would think out of his mind.
“Good.” Ryker turned off the engine. He turned back with a grin. “Ready?”
Dylan looked down at his bulge. He was hard, and it showed. He looked up at Ryker. “Is the restaurant far away?”
Ryker shook his head. “No, just a block up ahead. Why?”
“I’m going to take off my coat now,” Dylan said, reaching for his zipper. He was pretty warm, making him wonder why he hadn’t taken it off earlier.
“You want to leave it in the car?” August asked, giving him a curious look.
Dylan blushed and shook his head. “No, I want to take it with me.” He pulled it off and folded it over his lap.
August laughed. He reached over and gave Dylan’s neck an affectionate squeeze. “If you’d let me put you in chastity, you wouldn’t be having this problem.”
Nothing about that statement – or the tight grip on the back of his neck – helped with Dylan’s bulge situation.
“Should we go?” he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and completely ignoring what August had just said.
August chuckled. “Sure.”
Ryker and August exited the car first, Dylan sliding across the seat and stepping out after them. As soon as he was out, he found himself sandwiched between the two werewolves. August grabbed him by the neck, holding him tight, while Ryker put a hand on his upper back.
They propelled him forward, walking him down the sidewalk like a pair of oversized sentries.
Dylan felt enormously conspicuous – every curious glance making him blush – while August and Ryker walked like they didn’t even notice the stares.
They made it to the restaurant – an intimate location with strategically dim lighting, white tablecloths, and lush walls paneled with velvet fabric – the host leading them past the main dining room and into a smaller back room with a single table and a view overlooking the river. He took their coats, draping August’s leather jacket and Ryker’s overcoat over his arm, but Dylan shook his head and kept his.
“I’d like to keep it,” he said, still using it to cover his crotch.
“Of course.” The host said, gracious and obliging. “Your server will be right with you.”
August and Ryker took the chairs closest to the door, leaving Dylan sitting across from them with his back to the window.
He sat down and studied his dates.
August looked much better without the gloves and jacket, he decided. His wool sweater clung to his shoulders, making Dylan want to cuddle him, and Ryker was as handsome as ever in his spiffy suit.
“What?” August asked, giving him a look as he picked up his menu.
Dylan smiled. “Nothing. I was just thinking you were right. That is a very nice sweater.”
August preened, and Ryker chuckled.
Dylan picked up his menu, frowning when he realized that there wasn’t a single price listed anywhere. He was assuming that August and Ryker would pay the bill, but since it hadn’t been explicitly mentioned he felt the need to point out how completely out of his budget any place that didn’t feel the need to tell you the prices of the food had to be.
“I’m pretty sure this is out of my budget,” he said, looking at the list of appetizers. There was an option for toast with demi-glace mushrooms, and though Dylan had no idea what that was, it sounded good.
“Our treat,” August said.
“Every time,” Ryker added.
