Judging by the look on his face, Dylan didn’t believe that for one second.
Steve leaned back into his chair, relaxing his legs so that his feet were no longer touching Dylan’s. He looked over toward the counter, staring up at the blackboard with the coffee shop menu written on it.
He debated with himself whether he was in the mood for a coffee or not, or more accurately, if he wanted to leave Dylan for the time it would take to order it.
Before he could make up his mind, Dylan looked at his watch and gave a little start.
“Fuck, I’m late for meeting my friend.” He packed up his bag, downed the rest of his coffee with a grimace, and rose. “It was nice seeing you again, Steve. I’ll tell Ryker you said hi.”
Steve grinned, the teasing tone of Dylan’s voice going right to his cock.
“You do that and I’ll put you over my knee and spank the living daylights out of you.” Steve rose, enjoying the way he towered over Dylan as he closed the distance between them. He put his hand on Dylan’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, feeling the boy tremble beneath his palm. “Or maybe not. You seem like you’d be a little too into it.” Steve released Dylan’s shoulder, smirking in satisfaction at the effect he had on the boy. “Take care, Dylan. I’ll see you around.”
Dylan stepped back, nearly tripping over the chair behind him and trying to look like nothing had happened. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“You too.”
Steve gave him one last knowing look before he left, loving the fact that the only thing keeping Dylan from climbing him like a tree was the fact that he didn’t want to be disloyal to August and Ryker.
He grabbed his helmet from the table and headed out the door. When he walked past the window, Dylan was still standing where he’d left him, looking overwhelmed and deliciously horny.
Their eyes met through the glass, and Dylan was back to blushing. He jerked, yanking his gaze away from Steve’s face, and bent down to pick up his bag.
Steve kept moving, mounting his bike and grinding his bulge into the leather seat. The pressure on his cock had him gritting his teeth with pleasure, sparks shooting up and down his spine.
He needed to come so bad.
Kicking his bike into gear, Steve pulled away from the curb and roared down the street. The sooner he got back to his apartment, the sooner he could jerk off to the fantasy of Dylan bent over his lap, ass in the air, cheeks bruised from the force of Steve’s palm smacking down on them.
12
RYKER
Ryker leaned back against the headboard of his marital bed, his laptop balanced on his thighs, and watched his mate pace back and forth in front of him.
August was ranting about Steve, his voice an angry mumble, complaining about the younger alpha in a way that was starting to get a little tedious.
“August, you won the fight. Now stop being a sore winner and come to bed.” Ryker closed his laptop and put it on the floor.
“I’m not tired.”
Ryker rolled his eyes, exasperated. August’s reaction had been cute at first – huffy and indignant looked good on him – but it had quickly gotten boring.
“If you stop whining, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
August rounded on him with fury. “I’m not fuckingwhining. That annoying little shit attacks me on the street, and then when I kick his ass, he has the audacity to walk away like he was the one who beat me? I mean, what the fuck?”
“I thought you said he jogged away.”
August grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “He’s so annoying!”
Ryker pushed away from the headboard and crawled down to the end of the bed. Before August could move back, he grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him down, wrestling him onto the bed and rolling them over so that he had August on top of him.
It was an awkward position – their legs were hanging over the edge of the mattress – but it let Ryker wrap his arms around August’s head and hug him against his chest. He pushed his mouth down into August’s hair, smelling his shampoo and the underlying scent of mate.
“I need you to stop, okay?”
“But he’s-”
