The temperature was below freezing, but there hadn’t been any rain recently and so the road shouldn’t be icy.
Mounting his bike and leaning forward to grab the handlebars, Steve already felt better. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as riding his bike. The feel of the powerful motor vibrating between his legs, the speed, the way the whole bike dipped when he took a sharp turn – Steve loved every second of it.
He kicked the bike into gear and took off, speeding down the street with a roar of his engine that he knew he’d be getting complaints about later.
This was exactly what he needed.
* * *
Three hours later, returning to the city after going upstate and circling around some of the smaller towns, Steve was in a much better mood. He re-entered the city near the university, and if he slowed down more than necessary as he drove past the coffee shop where he’d last seen Dylan, that was no one’s business but his own.
The road had been a little icier than Steve had expected – it had rained upstate earlier in the day – but he’d been careful and he hadn’t come close to having an accident.
Despite taking the circuitous route through Dylan’s territory, Steve was still surprised when he spotted Dylan sitting inside the coffee shop in the same chair by the window that he’d been in last time.
Warmth curled in his lower stomach, seeping down into his cock and making his shaft twitch.
Steve decided he might as well say hello. He wouldn’t try to poach the boy from August and Ryker – not after they’d both kicked his ass – but he could still check in and make sure he was doing okay.
If August had knotted him three times, that meant that Ryker had probably done the same, and that was a lot of knots for one little hole to take.
Steve was just doing his civic duty, he told himself, checking on a member of his community and making sure August and Ryker weren’t giving werewolves a bad name.
Parking his bike next to the curb, Steve jogged down the sidewalk to the coffee shop. He shoved his gloves into his helmet, tucking the helmet under his arm and pushing open the door to the coffee shop and walking inside.
He could smell Dylan as soon as he opened the door. His unique scent filled Steve’s nose, pushing into his lungs and making his whole body feel warm and happy.
His cock thickened against his thigh, his balls feeling full and heavy.
Skipping the counter entirely, Steve walked right up to Dylan and put on his best grin.
“Working on your thesis again?”
Dylan jumped, startled, and looked up. His eyes widened, a flash of something that Steve hoped was desire darkening his eyes, and then he smiled.
“Steve, hello. I’m not, actually. This is an assignment for class.” He sat up a little straighter, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “Did you want to sit down?”
Steve’s big grin widened. “If you don’t mind?”
Dylan shook his head. “No, not at all.”
Steve put his helmet down on the table between them and took a seat. He stretched out his legs and let his big boots bracket Dylan’s feet, careful not to let them touch, enjoying the way the position showed off his thighs and bulge.
“So how are things going with the sugar daddies?”
Dylan blushed, the color so red that Steve had to hold back a snort.
“They’re not my sugar daddies,” Dylan mumbled, rubbing his face and taking a quick sip of his coffee. “But things are good. I like them.”
Steve had expected as much, but it was still disappointing to hear.
“They’re not too much for you?” Steve asked, resting his hand on his thigh. “Because if they are, you could easily downgrade to a one-werewolf plan.”
He winked, and Dylan rolled his eyes.
“A downgrade, really? That’s how you’re describing yourself.” Dylan gave him a look of mock concern. “You should be nicer to yourself.”
Steve smirked. “Who said I was talking about me? That’s a little presumptuous of you, don’t you think? Assuming that I want to date you?”
