“Oh shit. Let me get you a cart. Those must be crazy heavy.”
“Yeah, that time in the gym sure pays off.” Don’t judge; his acting isn’t any better.
“You having a party, Luca?”
“Yup, family coming by, and we thought it would be fun!”
“Looks like it. Uh…just so you know, though? This kit sets faster, and it gets pretty hot. Rock hard in under three hours.” She slowly hauls Luca’s six boxes onto the counter and pulls out a rolling cart so she can unburden Rowan. “Is there anything else?”
Rowan is remarkably impressed that Luca hadn’t jumped all over thathard in under three hourswith a quip of his own, and he remembers his promise. “Yeah, do you have a Bedazzler?” Turns out, a professional-grade Bedazzler goes for two hundred bucks and despite his earlier condition that Luca was going to be footing the bill, Rowan pulls out his card so he can accept the sweet kiss from Luca.
“Well, it was nice to see you, Lily.” Luca pushes the glass door open and the tinkle of the bell sounds as the cool February air makes Rowan’s nose tingle. They wave goodbye and Rowan pops the trunk so he can load the heavy boxesinto the trunk.
“Well,” Luca grins up at him, cheeks flushed from their interaction in the store, his new gift and anticipation of what comes next.
There’s a sizzle down Rowan’s spine too and he can’t keep the wide grin from his face. “Ready, cutie?”
“More than. You too?” It warms that place in his chest that Luca checks in with him too. He doesn’t need Gideon’s voice in his ear to remind him thatplaygoes both ways.
“More than.”
Opening Luca’s door, he buckles his mate in with a firm tug on the seat belt so it’s nice and tight. He leans into Luca’s neck and enjoys his happy scent up close. It’s delicious, hot like melted chocolate, but Rowan wants him to smell a bit sweeter, so he lifts the edge of the skirt until it pulls tight against the material tucked under Luca’s butt. “I want to see your pretty dick when I get back from taking the cart back, yeah?”
With a swift intake of breath, Luca gives a sharp nod and pulls the skirt the rest of the way up. It’s a glacial pace, and anyone watching would wonder what’s taking Rowan so long, crouched beside the expensive car. Anyone close enoughcouldsee, too, if they wanted.
Luca stops at the last minute, false modesty pretty on his flushed cheeks. His dark eyes are black and hazy. “I’m embarrassed. What if someone sees?”
The old Rowan might have joked that it’s exactly what they both want, but this Rowan stays with his mate in the scene, and he grips Luca’s wrist tightly, feeling the tiny bones grind a bit. His beta moans deep and bucks up against the tightness of the seat belt. “You’ll do as you are asked, cutie. Now.”
“Yes.” Luca pulls his skirt up and over his pretty cock. It’s a soft bubblegum shade of pink, the same as the first ball of yarn he’d chosen and the color of a small dick sweater in the softest cotton at home.
“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Want me to kiss it? It looks so small.”
“No. Someone will see.” His words say one thing, but he’s nodding like a bobblehead on a bumpy road. “I’m so little. And you’re so big.” The Wolf growls, flashing images of Luca’s facedown on the console, ass hangingout the car door while Rowan fucks him in the parking lot ofCrafternoon Delightfor Lily and all the world to see. This mate is theirs.
But Luca is alsoRowan’sto protect and cherish.
“I’m going to take this cart back to Lily and thank her for her help. I want you to stay like this and put the window down a bit so you can get some fresh air. Am I clear?” It’s risky, but it’s the middle of a workday and they’re parked at the very end of the lot. “Be a good girl.”
He shuts the door softly and waits until Luca lowers the window twelve inches before pulling his undershirt out and over his jeans. Lily might have seen a dick pic already, but he didn’t want to get them barred or on X for the real thing. And consent is a fuckingthing.
She’s pretending to look busy when he opens the door, but those pink cheeks are back and she’s humming Sam Smith’sUnholyunder her breath.
He waves from just inside the door, pushing the cart in haphazardly, hoping to avoid the worst-case scenario. How had he thought these jeans were a good idea, because the wet head of his hard cock is feeling the draft of impending doom. “Uh, so thanks again, yeah?”
She nods, waves, and Rowan barely catches her whispered“Noooooooo. Thank youuuuuu,”as the door shuts behind him.
The Genesis is quiet when he slips into the driver’s seat, and Luca is exactly as he’d left him, hands braced on his thighs, dick hard and turning a dark, angry pink, slick from the copious amount of precome wetting the length. The interior of the car is cool, and that dampness must burn a little.
Rowan closes the window and turns on the seat warmer under Luca’s already-hot ass. “You okay there? That must feel super hot on that juicy red butt. Did you get that because you were bad, or because you were very, very good?”
“Gideon said I couldcometoday with you if I had big spanks and wore the plug. He said I was too pretty to be out in the world without everyone already knowing I’m the p–pack’s good girl. The seat. It burns.”
Jesus. A visual of all the new ways they could make Luca “the pack’s” flash through his mind and make his cock kick hard in his jeans. Rowan distracts himself by locking the doors and popping his hips up so he can pull hisaching dick out.
Luca’s eyes fly open at the noise of his zipper, his eyes on Rowan’s hand, pumping a slow tight grip, up and over the head so he can draw his precome over his whole length. The relief forces a groan past his lips. “I’d be more inclined to think you didn’t like it if you weren’t so wet. But I’m wet, too. Do you want some?” Rowan slips a finger over the head at Luca’s frantic nod and holds it out, running it over Luca’s lower lip and past his teeth, over the slick of his hot tongue.
“Okay, but first I want to hear what you have planned and where I need to go, because your mouth is going to be busy. You’ve been such a good girl, I think you should have your treat like I promised.”
