Dylan’s tenderloin was delicious – the best he’d ever tasted – and the sides were just as good. The taste of the fatty potatoes had him moaning, which made August and Ryker both look at him with expressions like they wanted to crawl over the table andeathim. He ducked his head and avoided the hungry looks.
After their steaks, Ryker declined the offer for dessert and asked for the bill. Dylan watched him pay, feeling like he was on a countdown to getting fucked.
It felt remarkably similar to standing in line for a roller-coaster. He was excited and looking forward to the ride, but he was also nervous. The butterflies in his stomach were going wild.
He kept remembering Steve telling him that he must be sturdier than he looked if he thought he could handle two werewolves.
Sitting there, August and Ryker across from him with their muscles and cocks pushing against the front of their pants, he didn’t feel particularly sturdy.
The host brought them their jackets, thanked them for coming, and asking if they needed a cab.
August and Ryker declined the cab and rose to their feet, putting on their jackets. The host left and August turned to Dylan.
“Are you going to wear your coat?” he asked, zipping up his tight leather jacket. “Or do you need to carry it again?”
Dylan blushed. He stood up, keeping his coat over his crotch to hide his erection. “I’ll carry it.”
August smirked, putting on his gloves. He worked them down into his fingers and tightened the gauntlets over the sleeves of his jacket.
After getting used to seeing him in his cuddly sweater, Dylan found the all-leather look shockingly intimidating.
Ryker’s phone let out a beep, and after he’d finished pulling on his coat, he checked the message. He frowned, and Dylan was glad that the expression wasn’t directed at him. If Ryker ever looked at him like that, he was pretty sure he’d have a panic attack and start crying.
“What?” August said, crossing his arms.
“I need to go to the office and sign something. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour.” Ryker checked the message again. “An hour maximum.”
August looked annoyed, his mouth set in a flat line, but then he suddenly grinned.
“That’s fine. You can drop us off at the clinic on your way and I can give Dylan’s insides a quick rinse with the colonic machine. It’s way more efficient than giving him an enema back at the apartment.”
Ryker furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that going to take more than an hour?”
“I can get it done in forty-five minutes as long as I speed things up a little by increasing the water flow.”
Ryker nodded, his terrifying frown relaxing the tiniest bit. He turned to Dylan. “Does that sound okay to you?”
Dylan had douched before the date, but he wouldn’t mind getting extra clean before Ryker and August fucked him. Besides, getting a colonic from August when he was in Dr. Schaffer mode had been weirdly hot.
The intent look on August’s face when he saidincrease the flowwas a little worrying, but not so much so that Dylan wasn’t intrigued.
“I think that sounds okay.”
He hoped August would tie down his wrists, tip the chair back and fuck his throat again.
“Then we have a plan.” August pushed his chair in and smirked at Dylan. “Are you coming?”
Dylan walked around the table, keeping his coat over his crotch to hide his bulge. August put his hand around the back of his neck, his glove smooth and cool, his grip firm. The span of his hand was so wide that the tips of his index finger and thumb pushed into the space under his jaw.
Ryker just walked next to him, typing furiously on his phone as they made their way out of the restaurant and toward the SUV.
“Can you drive?” Ryker asked, barely looking up from his phone. “We’ll switch when we reach the clinic.”
“Sure,” August said, climbing behind the wheel.
Dylan climbed in before Ryker, but unlike August, Ryker paid him no attention when he slid in after him. He barely took the time to put on his seatbelt, his whole attention focused on his phone.
He looked annoyed, but not furious like he had earlier.
