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  That dildo was going to make them go crazy, and I was craving it after spending all day and most of the evening with Grant Foster in my home, tainting my couch and the living room with the delicious smell of sweetened coffee. I wanted to imagine that I was his, and I was special enough to him for his body to claim me with his knot.

  Fuck, I was ready.

  I slid my free hand along the bed, grabbing the dildo and bringing it back around to slide the tip along my crack, teasing myself and those watching, pressing the button that would fill the tiny air bags on the side of the dildo, so they could see what it was going to do to me, and then I released it.

  I teased myself a little longer, sliding the tip back and forth over my hole, while letting my hips have their way, rolling uncontrollably and dragging my dick against the sheet over and over, until I finally pressed more firmly against my hole, letting the thing slide in.

  I was so worked up, I nearly forgot to take it slow for show, but remembered before I immediately started pounding myself with the dildo. It wasn't going to take long as it was. My body was so damn primed, my entire body was burning with need, and my balls were already starting to shift in their sack.

  Working the dildo in and out of my ass, I gripped my cheek, pulling my ass open, so everyone could see the push and pull of my rim as the dildo stretched me wide, and I thought about what Grant would see if he was back there, and it was his dick moving in and out of my ass.

  I groaned, unable to wait a moment longer to take Grant's knot. I pressed the button, yelling out as my orgasm hit me hard, and cum shot out of my dick onto the bed. I tugged on the thing a few times, loving the way it put pressure on my rim, and letting everyone see how it bulged inside me, wringing more cum from my body.

  When I finally felt like there wasn't an ounce of fluid left in me, I released the knot on the dildo and removed it slowly from my hole, gently massaging my opening for the camera before falling to my side and rolling toward my laptop.

  "Wow. That was… wow. I hope you guys enjoyed that. I sure did. Let me know what you thought and feel free to leave suggestions. Thanks for watching."

  I clicked off the screen, biting my lip and smiling at some of the comments, and cringing at others. Most of them had been during prep, as people tended to get quiet during the main event, but it was a series of questions all relating to one subject that had me gasping and rewinding the footage, in an attempt to find out if I really had done the unthinkable, and groaning miserably when I realized that I had indeed.

  Who is Grant?

  Is Grant the hot neighbor?

  Is Grant going to join you next time?

  I fucking called Grant's name while knotting myself with a dildo… on a live video stream.

  ***

  I didn't usually miss my nine o'clock morning appointment with my personal trainer, because it was important to keep in shape in my line of work, plus I actually liked working out. It was my time to talk to real, live people, about things that didn't pertain to my job.

  Unfortunately, I'd stayed up all night worrying about whether or not Jennings still watched my scenes, and if he might have tattled on me to Grant. He'd told me he didn't watch anymore, and I wanted to believe him, but I honestly didn't know the man.

  So, I'd stalked Jennings on social media, stopping just short of sending him a message, begging him not to tell Grant, and then, because my brain was a sadistic asshole, I'd started to wonder if Grant knew about my show, and if he had been watching it. I spent a heart-racing forty-five minutes trying to decide if I wanted that or not.

  When I finally fell asleep at four, I was no more settled, but definitely exhausted, so I'd slept right though my alarm, and had to call my trainer when I finally woke up to apologize, before running down to my favorite coffee shop around the corner.

  I hated to admit it, because it really made me sound pathetic, but the smell had reminded me of Grant as soon as I walked in there today, and I'd gone immediately hard, subconsciously wondering if that might be the reason I'd started going there in the first place, since until I went in there the first time about three weeks ago, I had gone to one just a few blocks further down the road, and had been going there for nearly seven months.

  I eased my way up the steps to the second-floor landing, still not fully functioning, since my coffee was still too hot to actually drink, and I nearly missed the sound of someone coming up behind me at a little quicker pace.

  I scooted over, rather than picking up the pace myself, because I had no intention of spilling my coffee, or moving faster at the moment, but instead of passing, the person slowed, leaning down to get in my line of sight, and I actually gasped when I saw Grant's handsome face.

  "Hi," he said, his voice a little huskier than I remembered it being.

  Did that mean he knew? Had he watched me?

  Nearly dropping my coffee, I bobbled it for a moment, tripping on the last step when it pulled my attention away from walking, and Grant reached out and gripped my arm, steadying me.

  "Thank you," I whispered, before clearing my throat. "What did you say?"

  "Uh, hi?"

  "Oh, no. Just tired."

  His lips twitched as he shook his head. "I meant hello."

  "Oh," I said, laughing and waving my hand in the air. "Me too. How are you this morning, Grant?"

  He looked at my cup, tilting his head to the side, before once again meeting my eyes. "It's noon. I came home for lunch."

  "Oh. Good afternoon." I'd forgotten I'd slept the morning away. "Where do you work?"

  "Actually," he said, reaching out and poking my coffee cup with a small smile. "I own that coffee shop around the corner, but we only serve sweets and I forgot my lunch."

  I gasped, blinking stupidly. "Oh, that's why you always smell so good. Like coffee. Well, I'm sure you also smell like you." I leaned forward, taking a deep breath of him, nearly moaning at the sweet, nutty smell of delicious coffee and something else, before cringing as I realized what I'd just done. "Yep. That's you. I mean, I think that smells like you. That's how you usually smell when I smell you. I'd have to smell your armpits, or your…" I trailed off, unable to keep myself from looking down at his crotch and blushing hard enough to get dizzy when he followed my gaze. "This is getting uncomfortable, isn't it?"

  A laugh bubbled out of him, starting quiet and growing in volume, until his body was shaking with it. It was a beautiful sound, deep and rich. It went straight to my balls, and my dick hardened immediately. My slightly tender asshole clenched, and I moaned, biting my lip.

  "Wow," I whispered stupidly. You should really stop doing that, or I'm going to have an orgasm.

  His laughter calmed, but didn't stop completely as he raised both eyebrows at me, looking surprised. "You're going to what?

  "What?"

  "Did you say something about an orgasm?"

  I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand and mumbling against my palm. "Holy shit! Did I?"

  That was fucking embarrassing, but damn he was beautiful with his face so full of laughter and happiness like that. He'd chuckled softly the day before during the movies, but I could barely hear it, and it was nothing like this. He was gorgeous all the time anyway, and obviously, I'd never managed to be intelligent around the man, but this was different. This was special.

  "Would you maybe like to hang out at my house tonight?" he asked, suddenly looking a little nervous.

  "Together?"

  He blinked, his mouth twitching with the need to smile. "Uh. I guess I could leave if you'd rather hang out at my house alone."

  Sighing, I shook my head and closed my eyes. "No. You'd better be there. There is no telling what I'll do if I'm alone in your house."

  Chapter Five

  JULY

  I groaned as I looked around, trying to make sure everything was right. I was absolutely terrible at this. I knew I was. Hell, I hadn't even actually asked the man on a date, I'd simply asked him to come hang out at my house. He probably though he was coming
over as a friend.

  Shit. There was no doubt he thought he was coming over as a friend. He didn't know I'd finally hunted down his vlog after hearing him call my name last night when he'd taken that knot. He had no idea I'd watched so many damn entries I'd barely gotten any sleep, and that I'd paced the path in front of my bed so much, I was pretty sure I'd stone bruised the bottom of my feet while I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do about it.

  Of course, he didn't know I'd meant to ask him on a date. The worst part was, even if he had known, I didn't know what the fuck to do with him once I got him in my house. I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn't think I should start off by caveman dragging him to my room and fucking him, until he really was stuffed full of my knot. Somehow, that didn't seem the least bit romantic. Not that I knew the first thing about being romantic anyway.

  I'd cooked dinner, and had several movies, but I was starting to second guess myself. Was that even romantic? It was practically the same thing we'd done at his house. Not that it hadn't been fun, but maybe I should have asked him out to dinner, or taken him to the actual movie theater. Then maybe he wouldn't be coming over thinking he was hanging out with a friend when I wanted to actually date him, and I wouldn't be stuck with the difficult situation of trying to figure out how to let him know, when I had very little social skills to begin with.

  There was a knock on the door, and I groaned, looking down at my shirt, and wondering if I should take the thing off. He seemed to like me without a shirt before. Maybe I could get him to… No. I still wasn't comfortable enough in my own skin for that right now.

  "Hi," he said brightly when I opened the door, and I smiled, stepping aside so he could walk by.

  His eyes widened on my face as he passed, and he nearly ran into the side of my couch as he continued to watch me. He managed to catch himself right before he flipped feet over head over the arm, and even gave one of those awkward laughs while patting the thing, and I sighed, completely smitten.

  I knew the man could be graceful and funny and absolutely charming, and I fully appreciated that part of him, but this slightly goofy, clumsy and rambly part of him was just as fun.

  "You have a cat?" he asked, drawing my attention to the furball sitting on the very top of the bookshelf next to the hallway.

  "No."

  "Who dat, den?"

  "I just call him Cat, but he's not mine."

  Bates focused on me, his eyebrow raising as he then glanced around the room. "But he's in your house."

  "Yeah, he comes in through the cat door sometimes," I said, shrugging.

  Blinking, he tilted his head, focusing on the door I'd just shut before looking back up at me. "What cat door?"

  I glanced at the door too, before shaking my head and walking past him over to the window with the worst fire escape in the history of fire escapes, where I'd put up a board the size of the window with a little cat door cut out in the middle. The flap was magnetic, so my air didn't get out, and since I'd probably have to scale the side of the building if the thing caught fire, rather than try to walk down the rusty, crusty stairs that I was pretty confident wouldn't hold the weight of anyone heavier than Cat, I felt pretty safe in assuming nobody was going to break in that way.

  "You installed a cat door on your window?" he asked, his eyes still wide as he watched me.

  "I got sick of always having to get up to let him in or out. His meow is really loud and obnoxious."

  "Of course," he said on a whimper, closing his eyes for a long moment. Was he allergic to cats? That was going to be rough on our relationship if he was, but maybe I could get him a bubble. "Don't you worry that other cats will take Cat's lead and start wandering into your building?"

  I froze, glancing at the window, then over at Bates and then at Cat. "Well now I do. Cat, no parties when I'm not home, okay?"

  Meow.

  "Did he just say okay?"

  I shrugged, not even trying to understand that cat, or his extremely loud and hoarse meows.

  Bates watched me for a long moment, before shrugging and walking over to the cat, making me sigh in relief when he easily reached out and petted the scruffy-looking beast. I guessed that meant he wasn't allergic, so I wasn't going to have to bubble him in order to continue allowing Cat free reign of my home.

  Letting the curtain fall back in place over the cat door, I moved toward the kitchen just as the buzzer on the oven went off, and I grabbed a potholder and pulled the baked potatoes out of the oven, setting them on separate plates, before going back of the cracker-crusted pork chops. It wasn't much, but it was one of the many things I'd learned to cook since I'd gone to live on my own, and I absolutely loved it.

  "Well, you'd sure be a handsome boy if we brushed the knots out of your fur."

  Frowning, I leaned out of the kitchen, blinking at the man. "I don't… Oh, you're talking to the cat."

  Bates blinked at me for a long moment, his gaze moving down to my shirt-covered chest and then back up to my face, before he burst into laughter, shaking his head.

  "You're already handsome, even with the knots in your fur."

  I chuckled, rolling my eyes before going back to making our plates. "I might not be a complete train wreck like I was before my brothers' boyfriends got ahold of me, but handsome is pushing it," I said, loud enough for him to hear me from the living room, but his voice was almost directly behind me when he spoke.

  "Is that really how you feel about yourself?"

  I cringed, realizing too late that I probably sounded tragic, but I really wasn't feeling sorry for myself. It was what it was, and I just wasn't a major looker, or even a minor one, but I wasn't going to say all that and have him feeling sorry for me like Riley, Jennings, Hinton and Kent had, so I just shrugged, giving him a small smile over my shoulder.

  Reaching out, he touched my upper arm, drawing my attention again. "Well, I think you're gorgeous, and I thought so before they took your beard and trimmed up your hair, though it really is nice to see the rest of your face."

  I blinked down at him, for some reason believing him as his pretty amber-colored eyes watched me. "Thank you," I said, blushing.

  He blinked, laughing awkwardly and dropping his hand away from me. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make things awkward."

  I fought a smile, sucking on my cheek. "Well, you did."

  Another laugh burst from somewhere deep inside him, where he kept all that sweetness bottled, I was pretty sure, and I smiled happily as I watched him.

  I did that. I've made him laugh. Me! I felt a million feet tall.

  ***

  "Oh my God, you guys. I'm not winning at this," Bates said miserably, as he let his head fall back on his shoulders, less than thirty minutes after he'd left my apartment.

  Shockingly, I'd never gotten up the courage to clarify what I wanted from us, and he still thought we were working the whole friendship thing, so here I was, watching him share some of his most intimate thoughts, because he didn't know an asshole like me was watching, and kicking myself for not just grabbing him and kissing him at least one of the hundred times I'd thought about it during the five hours he'd been sitting in my apartment, eating dinner and watching movies with Cat and me.

  "How am I supposed to be friends with someone like that?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Not only is he like stupid hot, he's so fucking nice and caring. He has a cat that he says isn't his, but the damn thing has a cat door, and comes and goes in his apartment whenever he wants. I don't know how to tell him, but I'm pretty sure Cat the cat is a she, and he's probably going to end up with four or five mini-Cats soon."

  I gasped, glancing at the cat sitting in my lap like he'd betrayed me, but all she––apparently––did was yawn at me and turn her head away as Bates continued.

  "And he totally doesn't get how appealing he is. He's absolute shit at accepting compliments, which is such a change from alphas I've been around in the past." He paused, swallowing hard. "I can already tell I'm in big trouble."

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  AUGUST

  "Oh, wow," the new guy, Johnson, said, sounding awestruck, through the door that led to the back. "Hi."

  I frowned, not really sure what to make of his tone, until I heard the sound of Bates' voice answering back, and then I fully understood why the guy sounded like he was falling in love.

  "Hi."

  By now, most people in the shop knew Bates, and quite a few knew he came by to see me.

  Yeah, we'd been doing this friendship thing for a few weeks now, and I still hadn't managed to work up the nerve to ask him on a real date, or even come close to stating my intentions for him.

  "You want some coffee?" Johnson asked, sounding perky.

  Bates snickered softly. "Maybe in a bit, but I was actually hoping to see Grant."

  I poked my head through the door. "Hey." My breath caught at the way he brightened, as soon as he saw me.

  "Hey," he whispered. "I thought I'd stop by to see if you wanted to have lunch. I brought tacos from the food truck down the road."

  I smiled, making Johnson gasp. "You brought outside food here to the place we sell food."

  Bates blinked, holding up the bag. "Tacos."

  "Damn, boss, I didn't know you could smile," Johnson said, and I frowned, glancing over at the super-young omega suddenly staring up at me adoringly.

  "Watch your mouth, Johnson," I said, scowling. "This is a family place."

  "Then maybe you should stop eye fucking your hot friend," he grumbled, quiet enough that only Bates and I could hear.

  I chuckled and shrugged, reaching out and grabbing Bates' hand, pulling him with me toward my office. "Come on."

  "Oh my gosh, who are these cuties?" Bates gushed when he saw the pictures of first Ricki and Casey playing together at Ricki's birthday party, and then of Arden and Calen playing in the grass in my parents' backyard from a couple weeks ago.