Page 35 of Knot A Chance

Bennett: Clothes. Though, I could make naked work if that’s what you prefer. I’ll grab some extra blankets.

Me: That is not helpful. I want to look good for you.

Bennett: You always look good.

Me: You know how I let you be overly protective of me?

Bennett: You scowled at me when I insisted on staying to walk you to your car last night.

Me: You fell asleep at the bar! You needed to go home and rest, not worry about me.

Bennett: I needed to make sure you were safe more than I needed rest.

Me: Debatable. But the point is, your instincts are to protect. Mine are to please you. Help me please you, alpha.

Bennett: Fuck, call me that again. I’m already very pleased. Let me just get my dick out first.

I snorted a laugh and shook my head, falling backward onto my bed with a thunk.

Me: Please tell me what to wear to please you, alpha. Then I’ll take care of your erection for you when you get here.

Bennett: This erection?

An image of Bennett’s hand wrapped around his dick popped up on the screen, and I whined as my own cock stiffened behind my boxer briefs. I took a picture of my bulge and sent it to him.

Me: Look what you’ve done. You’re picking me up in an hour, I’m still not dressed, and now I’m hard. I will not be ready for this date on time, and I’m pretty sure it’s all your fault.

Bennett: You look ready to me.

Me: Are you going to help me or not?

Bennett: Help you rub one out before the date? Sure, we can video call.

I laughed, considering the idea momentarily.

Me: I’d rather fuck your fist than mine.

Bennett: Done. Be right there.

Me: Ha. Ha. Will you please help me with my wardrobe dilemma?

Bennett: Only because the thought of you in distress causes me physical pain.

Me: Did you put your dick away yet?

Bennett: Don’t worry about what my dick and I are doing to prepare for this date. Wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Nothing fancy. I want you to be comfortable and warm, and I’m certain I’ll think you look amazing.

Me: Thank you. I’ll see you soon.

Bennett: Can’t wait.

An hour later, a knock sounded at my door. I tugged on a beige sweater and opened the door to find a beaming Bennett. “You look fucking fantastic,” he said, stepping in and wrapping an arm around my waist. “Can I kiss you?”

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You can kiss me hello whenever you want to.”

His lips were still curved upward in a smile as they pressed against mine, and I kissed him back softly.

“You’re saying that I could have been kissing you at the bar the last two days?” Bennett asked.