Page 64 of Knight With Benefits

I pulled into the parking lot of The Hangout with only five minutes to spare. It was early enough on a Sunday night that there was only one person inside, but I barely gave them a glance as I rushed to the counter. David’s concerned frown would have been amusing any other time, but I didn’t have the breath to spare to tease him.

“Is it ready?”

“What?”

His brow bunched, the look he gave me clearly stating I was insane.

“The pickle juice and whatever for Gwyn’s drinks. I texted you about it earlier. Is it vodka? I asked you to have it ready. Just add it to my tab.”

Forehead crinkling as he continued to stare at me like I was losing it, he reached below the counter to pull out a jar of green liquid with Gwyn’s name on it. Once he set the cheap bottle of vodka off the back wall on the counter beside it, I snatched them up and turned to sprint for the door.

“What’s going on? I thought you meant she was coming here?”

I didn’t have the time or breath to answer, but I heard Blake cackle as I brushed past him and a few other Knights coming in.

“Old Carl’s been whipped!”

Chapter Thirty-One

Gwyn

Iheard Carl’s motorcycle at exactly seven-thirty, and I was at the door before he even knocked. Good thing too, because his hands were full and I wasn’t sure how he’d have managed to knock without putting something down, but I got the door open just as he stepped onto the tiny porch.

“Oh my. How much food did you get?”

I wasn’t sure what he had tucked in one arm, but the bag he carried on the other was bulging with Styrofoam containers leaking the most delicious smells.

He chuckled and winked as he passed me, heading for the kitchen as if he’d been visiting more than the one time I’d allowed him in.

“I’m still a growing boy, I need my energy. Plus, there were a lot of things that sounded good, so I just ordered all of them.”

He shrugged as if it was nothing, the containers squeaking as he set the bag on the counter. There was two thumps from what he’d carried in the other arm, but his body blocked me from seeing what it was.

Pulling plates from the cabinet, I placed them next to where he was spreading out the containers, salivating as the smell of the food grew stronger. I’d had a simple sandwich for lunch since it had just been me, and my stomach informed me that hadn’t been enough. If nothing else, all the extra physical labor of getting the café ready was helping my jeans fit a little looser than they had in years.

“I wasn’t sure what you like, but Mexican seemed safe since you made fajitas the other day. I also don’t know how spicy you prefer your food, so there’s a range of salsas.”

My stomach answered before I could, grumbling loud enough Carl shot me a look as he popped lids open. My cheeks warmed, and I turned to snag him a glass to hide the flush.

“I love Mexican food, but I’m a wimp when it comes to spice.”

He nodded, looking serious as he rearranged the containers into a new order. He finally moved enough for me to see what else he’d brought, and my lips ticked up at the sight of the pickle jar with my name on it.

“These should be perfectly safe, but these are a little spicier, and you’ll probably want to avoid this box,” he said as he pointed out which foods he was referring to. There was still plenty to choose from, and a careful dip of the fresh tortilla chips into the mild salsa said it would be fine for me to use if I was careful with it.

“Mexican and my favorite drink. Are you worried, or trying to butter me up?”

I’d been about to reach for a flauta as I spoke, but I found myself spun and pulled flush against his solid chest, the warmth of him soaking through our clothes and sending a tingle down my spine. I was already close enough to my heat that I was feeling extra sensitive, and spending the day knowing he was going to be in my house again had been torture. I’d caught whiffs of my own slick more than once, the anticipation keeping my body on the edge even when I tried to focus on other things. It had been good that the two alphas he’d sent to help and guard me all day had stayed outside, otherwise it could have been an issue.

“I hope I don’t have any reason to worry, but I’d love to butter you up.”

His voice vibrated through his chest straight into my nipples, making them tighten so much there was a pinch of pain, but it only made me want more. I clenched my thighs to try to hide the way I grew slick, but I could feel his thick length against my belly, so I knew I wasn’t the only one considering what might happen before the night was over.

“You promised to feed me.”

The words were barely more than a whisper, but his eyes darkened as his fingers tightened on my hips. I couldn’t have said which I wanted more right then, the delicious smelling food, or the taste of him on my tongue instead.

“I did, and I will. We should eat before it gets too cold.”

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