Page 59 of Knot A Chance

Ally glared at Wyatt. “I love when your friends hang out in my bar, babe.”

Wyatt pressed his beer bottle to his lips and smiled seductively at her. “You want to go back to your office and show me how much?”

“Yeah, let’s do it. I could use a good live show,” Reid said, wiggling his eyebrows.

My jaw dropped, and Bennett whispered into my ear, “Reid likes to watch.”

“And they let him?” I whispered.

Bennett’s dick twitched against my ass. “They’re not the only ones who’ve allowed it before.”

“Wow, you continue to surprise me.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Feel free to make that happen for us. It sounds hot.”

I turned my attention back to the others, where Wyatt was still trying to convince Ally to take a break with him.

“You’ll just have to wait until we close up,” she said. “We’re short-staffed tonight.”

“Do you want me to help for a bit?” I asked, shifting my weight to stand.

Bennett locked his arm around my waist. “Nope. This is your first night off in a week and I’m keeping you for myself. Ally will be fine.”

“Gee, thanks, bro. Glad keeping your lap warm is more important than the service I provide my patrons,” she said.

“Bye, Ally,” Bennett said, waving her off.

“Wait,” Reid yelled as she walked away. “BBQ wings, onion rings, nachos!”

Ally kept walking, her long blonde hair swishing across her back.

“Ally!” Reid yelled. “I’m starving and it’s Wyatt’s turn to pay! Oh, and sliders!”

“I already put in our order,” Bennett said, shaking his head at Reid. He turned to Wyatt. “No more coming here for guys’ night. I don’t want guys’ night with my sister anymore.”

The bar door opened, and Oakley walked in with a tall white guy with short, dark hair. They both glanced at our table and Oakley quickly averted her eyes while the guy smiled and waved.

“Who is that?” I asked as the three guys held their hands up in a wave.

“My idiot brother,” Reid said.

“My deputy, Donovan,” Wyatt said. “He’s actually very intelligent.”

“Oakley’s kind-of boyfriend?” Bennett asked with a question in his tone. “Are they even dating or are they still doing the casual thing?”

Reid shrugged and took several gulps of his beer, watching them out of the side of his eyes as they sat down at the bar. “Oakley doesn’t date.”

Wyatt gave Reid a sympathetic look. “All right, I have a story about Bennett for you, Felix. It’s a pretty good one.”

Reid turned toward the bar as Oakley stood and walked down the hallway toward the restrooms. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “Enjoy the story.”

Bennett and Wyatt started arguing about how the story started as Reid headed in the same direction as Oakley. A wave of anger rolled off Donovan as Reid walked past him. He stifled it quickly, but any omega in the room would have been able to feel it.

Wow, they really do hate each other.

“Why is traffic so backed up?” I asked, lifting my head from Bennett’s shoulder to peek out the windshield. The red taillights from dozens of vehicles in front of us were too bright for this late at night. The drive from The White Fang to my apartment was only about fifteen minutes on backroads or five minutes when we jumped on the interstate. Either way, we should have been home already.

“I don’t know,” Bennett said. His phone buzzed from the mount on his dash with a text from Wyatt. Bennett glanced at it and said, “Well that would have been helpful five minutes ago.”

I touched the screen to prevent it from going dark and read the message.