Chapter Twelve

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Gracie~

Wes led me back toward the table, parting the sea of people that were crowding the dance floor with his large body and commanding presence. I watched heads pivot and turn to get a better look at his perfectly chiseled features as we passed through a sea of women who were practically salivating at the sight of Wes. Even I had to admit that he was positively yummy, but the problem was...he knew it. Eyes undressed him left and right, but he was completely unfazed by the attention.

The dense crowd grew even thicker as we made our way around the bar which made navigating through the hoard of bodies a little more difficult for me. I was just the right height to catch every elbow in sight and was often overlooked, stepped on or bumped into by drunken assholes who had lost their spatial awareness.

Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, I grabbed hold of the back of Wes' t-shirt, causing him to shoot his gaze over his shoulder, looking down at me as he gave me a panty dropping smile that made my insides turn to mush.

Stop it Gracie.

He reached back to secure my hold on his shirt, when a spunky blonde with massive tits pounced on him from the side. He had no choice but to wrap an arm around her to try and keep her from tumbling to the ground as she slammed her lips against the side of his cheek and practically jumped in his arms.

"Oh My God Wes!" She squeaked in a voice that reminded me of Malibu Barbie.

Lowering her to the ground immediately, Wes pulled his face away from hers with a quick jerk of his neck, giving her a forced half smile as he put a little space between them.

"What's up Trisha?" Wes said casually.

"You haven't called me in a while and I have been aaaaching for you." Trisha drunkenly slurred as she pressed her body against his.

Yikes.

Wes unwrapped her arms from around his neck and took another step back, shooting a quick glance my way.

Yeah I'm still here big guy, but go do your thing. I may be a lot of things, but I'm definitely not a cockblock.

I grinned up at Wes, who was peeling Trishas limbs off of his body every couple of seconds. She wanted every ounce of his attention and was trying desperately to get every inch of her body pressed against him despite his efforts to evade her.

This is the Wes I've heard about. The arrogant womanizer that Amanda described who was in a different woman's bed every night. Trisha must have been one of his past conquests that had gotten a little too attached and despite the slight pang of misplaced jealousy that I felt, the sight was pretty comical to watch.

"Yeah I've been uh busy." Wes said.

"No time for me?" Trisha pouted, sticking her bottom lip out like a sad toddler.

Oh you can't be serious girl.

"Why don't you come over tonight so we can make up for lost time?" Trisha said in a drunkenly seductive voice that implied they'd slept together before... probably multiple times judging by the way she was acting.

"Not tonight." Wes said, shrugging out of her grasp once more.

"Oh come on Wes." Trisha whined. "I miss you in my bed baby." Trisha's voice was nasally and fake, like she was trying to force it higher than her natural pitch.

Wes shot his eyes over to me again, trying to gauge my reaction to Trisha as she tried with all her might to get her lips on his neck, but was unsuccessful.

I gave him a smirk and raised my brows at him, chuckling to myself at the obnoxious girl he currently had wrapped around him like a horny octopus.

Don't let me stop you Wes, you can leave with her if you want. Judging by those big fake boobs, I'm sure she's probably a pretty decent lay, well at least until she speaks.

"I said, not tonight Trish. I've got...plans." Wes said flatly, looking over at me as he spoke which forced her to finally acknowledge my presence.

"Plans?" Trisha spat, looking me up and down with disgust.

"Yeah, plans." Was confirmed with firmness in his voice as his patience thinned.

Trisha took a step toward me and looked me over from head to toe. She was gorgeous with a short blonde hair that was tousled and wavy with a full face of makeup that had been applied flawlessly. Tonguing the straw of her drink, Trisha maintained eye contact with me before she dismissed me completely and turned her attention back to Wes.

"Whatever, call me when you leave her place then...I don't mind sharing..." Trisha tossed the sultry words over her shoulder, dragging her perfectly manicured finger across the front of Wes' firm chest as she walked away.

As soon as she was out of sight, Wes turned toward me, scratching the back of his head nervously for a second or two before he regained his dreamy composure. I probably should have let it go, but I couldn't help myself, I had to tease him.

"Wooow." I sassed, giving him a sideways grin.

Without missing a beat, Wes met my sarcastic energy pound for pound and grinned back at me.

"What can I say, I'm just that good." Wes said, shrugging his shoulders and raising his hands as if he were God's gift to women.

I couldn't practically see the back of my skull as I rolled my eyes harder than I'd ever rolled them before.

"And humble too. Goodness you're just the whole package aren't you" My voice was drenched with sarcasm.

Wes' eyes flashed with a mischievous look as the corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile that put his dimple on display.

"Gracie did you just talk about my package?" He asked with a sly grin, folding his arms across his chest.

"What? No! I didn't... when I said package I wasn't talking about your package...gross." I said scrunching up my face as my eyes unintentionally darted down to his crotch.

"Gross? Well now you're just insulting me." He said with his grin growing wider at me and my flustered words.

My cheeks heated and flushed and I knew he had to have noticed. Pushing out a sigh, I closed my eyes in an effort to restart my brain and mouth, praying they'd start communicating with one another before I started my sentence over.

"Listen I'm sure your package is lovely, but it's not what I was referring to, okay?" I corrected feeling the blush in my cheeks spread down my neck.

Wes tilted his head back and let out a loud laugh that rumbled from deep within his chest.

"Did you just call my junk lovely?" He laughed.

Oh my God are we really talking about Wes' junk and the correct adjectives needed to describe it? I feel severely underqualified for this.

"Ugh...I didn't mean...what I was saying...your junk is probably...most likely..." I stuttered and stammered, raising a hand to my neck to try and conceal my heated flushed skin.

"Relax Gracie, I'm just fuckin' with you." Wes assured me with a half smile that only made my blush creep further down my chest.

Get a hold of yourself Gracie and for God sakes quite trying to imagine and describe his dick.

Wes took hold of one of my hands gently, waiting to see if I'd protest before grasping it fully in his massive hand that completely engulfed mine.

"But for the record it is pretty lovely." He chuckled.

As he turned his back to lead me back through the crowd toward the table, I used my free hand to slap my own forehead in disbelief of my own mouth and Wes' ability to get me so flustered. I hoped the blush would fade from my face by the time we reached the table, but no luck there. The skin to skin contact between Wes and I was enough to prickle my skin with confused, misplaced goosebumps.

I huffed out a breath at my body's betrayal, knowing that Wes was a player and a fighter - everything I didn't need, but unable to control my body's reaction to him. He was charming and absolutely magnetic, but he was dangerous. That man could break my heart if I let him and I've had enough of that in my life.

Keep your distance Gracie, remember who he is and what he's about - one night stands are all you'll get from him so snap out of it.

He let go of my hand as soon as we reached the table, but stayed within close proximity to me as he carefully eyed the crowd for Colt, Collin or any of their other asshole friends.

"Did your fuck buddy find you?" Amanda asked, arching a brow at Wes.

"Did she ever." I chuckled, throwing a playful elbow into Wes' side.

Wes gave me a half smile and a laugh, but Amanda wasn't amused by our interaction, giving me a deadpan expression as I teased Wes.

"Yeah well Trisha isn't the only one we ran into just now."

Wes was now looking directly at Chad and Blake, lowering his playful tone and becoming more serious as he spoke to his friends who were listening intently.

"Had a run in with Collin Miller."

"The fuck did that guy want?" Blake asked with disgust.

"Apparently he's one of Colt's unofficial roommates and was trying to talk to Gracie, wanting to coax her outside so Colt could take her back to his apartment."

"Fuck him. I'm surprised he even had the nerve to talk to you after you caught him selling drugs at the gym." Chad added.

Wes' stern expression lifted into the slightest smile that was so subtle, I barely noticed it.

"Let's just say he was surprised to see me and changed his tone real fuckin' quick." Wes said, with arrogance he seemed to have earned.

"Have the bones in Collin's face healed since your last conversation with him?" Blake asked, giving Wes a devilish grin.

No wonder Collin seemed so terrified of Wes.

It was obvious that Wes wasn't interested in divulging the details of that story in front of us, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Anyway, since Colt and his dumbass friends are hellbent on getting a hold of Gracie, I think it would be smart of the girls stayed at our place tonight."

Wes' suggestion elicited nods from the entire group, except for Amanda who still had him pinned under her pointed gaze.

Lighten up Mandy, he's just trying to help. I know to be careful.

"I was just thinking the same thing, I don't want Maggie or any of the other girls anywhere near Colt and Collin." Chad said in a low irritated tone.

The group finished the drinks they had in their hands and closed out their bar tabs before filing out toward the exit doors with Wes leading the way and me following close behind. I was practically asleep on my feet at that point, but the sudden fear of Colt lurking outside pumped my system full of adrenaline. My heart rate picked up as we approached the doors and I became more anxious and alert with every step.

"Yo Blake." Wes called out, pulling Blake's attention as he tossed him the keys to his truck. Blake caught the keys effortlessly and nodded, understanding that Wes wanted him to drive his truck home since they had ridden together.

Wait so how is Wes getting home then? Maybe he's drunk and doesn't want to drive. But he doesn't seem drunk.

Wes' stopped just short of the door and held his hand out to me, motioning with his fingers for me to hand him something.

"Keys." Wes said with a grin.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion, but my hands instantly moved to my key ring as I reluctantly eyed him.

"You've had two drinks and a shot, which isn't that much but you're only running on two hours of sleep. I'm driving."

It was a statement, not a question and I wasn't crazy about that.

"I am perfectly capable of driving myself. It's not my first late night and definitely not my first drink." I said with a little more bite in my voice than I had intended.

His facial expression changed as my words hit his ears, but instead of getting mad or choosing to argue with me, he did something completely unexpected that shocked my entire system.

"Sorry Gracie...I'm kinda bossy. Let me start that over."

Did he just say sorry?

Wes playfully turned his back to me, then turned around again as if he'd just gone back in time and started the conversation over.

"Hey Gracie, I'd love to drive you home if you'd let me Darlin, you seem pretty tired and I'm wide awake." Wes said with a devastating smile that was difficult if not impossible to resist.

I dropped my chin, giving him an exasperated look, before I held my hand out and loosened my grasp, letting my keys dangle from one of my fingers.

"Much better." I muttered with a smirk.

"Hey I might not always get it right the first time, but I'm a quick learner."

He grabbed my keys and pocketed them, before giving me a once over as I stared at the exit doors. A chill ran up my spine that was strong enough to make me shudder at the thought of Colt laying in wait for me outside that door.

"Nobody is going to let Colt near you." Amanda said from behind me, rubbing a hand up and down my arm as if she could read my mind.

"Facts." Blake echoed in agreement with a confident grin.

I nodded, and knew what they were saying was true, but I was radiating nervous energy that seemed to flow through the entire group, putting everyone on edge.

"I just don't want to see him... I can't even look at him right now."

My voice was shaky and scared and I hated it.

"So don't look at him then. Look at me instead." Wes said, shooting me a charming smile.

I felt Wes drape his large muscular arm across my shoulders lightly, waiting for me to pull away, but when I didn't he dropped the weight of his arm and pulled me tight against his side.

"Relax Gracie, Nobody's gonna mess with you while I'm around." He whispered into my ear.

His warm breath danced across my ear and neck, sending shockwaves through my entire body that seemed to settle between my legs. I took in a sharp intake of air at the sensation and Wes must have noticed, because his sideways grin tilted up into a full blown smile as my body responded to his closeness.

"You ready?" Wes asked.

"For what?"  My voice was slow and drawn out with my thoughts so lost in my lusty fog that his words hadn't fully registered.

"To leave." He chuckled as if he knew exactly why my mind was hazy and lagging.

"Oh right, yeah... I mean, yes I'm ready." I said quickly, snapping myself back to reality.

"Great, I'm gonna keep you tucked right up against me, okay? Nobody's gonna get near you."

Wes reassured me again and did just as he had promised. He had one arm firmly around me, pulling me flush with his side that felt like it was made of stone as we made our way through the doors and out into the parking lot.

Sure enough Colt and Collin were standing outside with a group of lowlifes that followed Collin around as if he were some sort of God. I guess drugs had that effect on people. My eyes immediately fell on Colt, who straightened his posture and glared at me. His furious expression burned even hotter at the sight of me underneath Wes' arm and he took a few angry steps toward us.

No no no no.

"Take one more step toward us and I'll fucking end you." Wes snarled as he pulled me closer.

Collin reached out and took hold of Colt, clearly understanding what Wes was capable of and knowing he had every intention of backing up the threat he'd just made.

"Gracie this is your last chance." Colt said in a cold malicious voice that made my skin crawl with disgust.

I clung to Wes and buried my head, trying to escape Colts vicious glare and hateful words. Wes' muscles flexed and ticked against me and his powerful arms tightened around my small body like my own personal suit of armor.

"Don't you fucking threaten her you piece of shit." Blake yelled taking a hard stance in front of Amanda.

"Talk some sense into your boy, Collin. Unless you want him drinkin his meals through a straw like you did." Chad warned with Maggie braced against his back.

My adrenaline had spiked and my chest heaved with panicked breaths, but I knew that Wes wasn't going to let anyone lay a hand on me and I was clinging to that comforting thought.

"I got you Darlin" Wes said low against my hair as we neared my car.

I know you do, Wes.

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