Dylan stayed quiet, giving him peace to work. He looked up and found himself meeting August’s eyes in the mirror.
“Are you ready?” August asked.
Dylan nodded.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
August’s answering grin was all wolf.
9
RYKER
Ryker forced himself to make sure everything was in order at the office before heading back to August and Dylan, but he wasn’t happy about the extra time spent.
It was a stupid issue. One of his lawyers had forgotten to take into account the time difference between the United States and South East Asia, and so the contract had to be amended and signed again. They’d promised to have the contract sent out before the next day, and so Ryker hadn’t had a choice but to come into the office.
But now it was done, and he could rush back to August and Dylan to have fun with them. He texted August that he was on his way, exiting the elevator and walking through the parking garage to find August’s SUV.
Climbing behind the wheel and tossing his coat in the passenger side seat, Ryker backed out of the parking space with a chuckle.
He’d been so worked up, excited for his evening with Dylan and his mate, that he’d had to resort to Dylan’s trick of holding his folded coat over his arm to hide his bulge. While Ryker didn’t mind being seen with a little bulge by people in a dimly lit restaurant, his coworkers in a brightly lit office space were another matter entirely.
Thankfully, no one had noticed anything but his annoyance at having to come in and fix a stupid mistake.
Ryker drove the short distance from his office to the tower where Austin’s clinic was located, stopping in the no-parking zone on the curb and calling August.
“I’m emptying him out, it’s going to be five minutes,” August said, the sound of heavy breathing in the background.
Ryker’s cock swelled to full hardness, his gut tingling as he imagined all the things that could have made Dylan heave for breath like that.
“I’ll circle the block,” Ryker said, pulling away from the curb. His cock was rock hard, pushing against his suit almost as hard as it had been when he fed Dylan his scallops. “Call me when you’re in the elevator.”
Ryker still couldn’t believe he hadn’t come in his pants when Dylan licked his fingers.
“I will.” August sounded distracted, and Dylan’s breathing had calmed down to the point where Ryker could no longer hear it over the phone.
“Is he blowing you?” Ryker asked, putting his hand on his bulge and giving it a squeeze.
“No.” August laughed. “He wanted to, but I said we were waiting for you. I was sitting on his face.”
Ryker snorted, because of course August had gone right to face-sitting. If Dylan ended up being a permanent thing, the boy would have to get used to August’s love of using his weight to smother his partners.
It wasn’t so bad for Ryker – he could handle August’s weight just fine – though he didn’t let him sit on his face. With him, August had to settle for lying on top of him when the two of them were in bed, and the occasional time when August ambushed him when he was on the couch.
“Give him the phone.” Ryker stopped the SUV, waiting at a red light. “I want to talk to him.”
“Sure.” August handed the phone to Dylan.
“Hey, Dylan,” Ryker said, letting his voice dip into a deeper register. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes. August stepped on me, and he sat on my face. He’s so heavy!”
Dylan sounded dazed and a little out of it, but the enthusiasm sounded real.
August really had struck gold with Dylan. Cute, submissive, and willing to let August and Ryker double team him – he was like a sexual unicorn.
“He is,” Ryker agreed. “Very heavy. Did he clean out your hole for us?”
