Chapter Twenty Six

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Wes ~

Kissing Gracie was my new favorite hobby and one that I want to devote hours to.

I had never been a fan of kissing to be honest. It was always just a part of foreplay that I tried to avoid but would participate in if I had to, but with Gracie everything was different.

Her perfect lips begged for my attention and her soft velvet tongue sent electrical charges through my body every time it touched mine. Kissing Gracie was like taking a hit of the most addicting drug and I was hooked.

We made our way into the crowded bar and I felt something shift within me. Suddenly all of the roaming eyes on Gracie became apparent and I felt the need to pull her closer to me. She looked good enough to eat in that dress and it was obvious that I wasn't the only one who thought so.

PDA had never been appealing, but now I couldn't stop my hands. I reached out and snaked my arm around her waist, loving the little squeak of surprise that escaped her lips as I pulled her against my side. My large muscular arm around her seemed to be enough of a deterrent for most of the onlookers, but that didn't stop me from wanting to knock their teeth out.

"What took you so long?" Chad asked, throwing his hands in the air, having already ordered a beer.

"We got...delayed." I said with a grin, looking down at Gracie who was blushing slightly.

"Well considering you're only fifteen minutes late, I'm gonna apologize on Wes' behalf for a piss poor performance. Let's get poor Gracie a drink." Blake joked.

"Eat shit, Blake." I sneered, giving him an extended middle finger as I led Gracie toward the bar.

She hopped onto one of the tall barstools and I stood beside her, leaning on the bar top with my forearms.

"Beer or something girly?" I asked.

"Beer is fine with me." Gracie said sweetly.

I leaned forward, getting the bartenders attention when I saw a male body next to Gracie out of my peripheral vision.

"What's your name beautiful?" The douche bag asked.

"Name's Wes." I answered before Gracie had a chance to, taking a step forward so her back was flush with my chest.

"I was talking to her." The guy said, narrowing his eyes at me with drunken confidence that was about to earn him a dislocated jaw.

"Yeah I know who you were talking to, dickbag. She's not fucking interested."

Gracie looked up over her shoulder at me, giving me an amused grin at my protective outburst. 

"Why don't you let her speak for herself." The clueless asshole proceeded.

I gave Gracie a look, letting her know she was free to talk to whoever she wanted to, despite the jealousy that was bubbling a little too close to the surface.

Gracie gave me a mischievous grin before turning her attention to the drunken bar patron.

"She's not fucking interested." Gracie confirmed, repeating my words as she wrapped one of her delicate hands around my muscular bicep.

That's my girl.

I finished ordering our drinks, but reached down and pulled Gracie's barstool across the wood floor until she was right up against me. She giggled at my jealousy, but didn't seem to mind.

"Sorry, I don't like to share." I said, looking down at her with a grin.

"Me either." She said, shooting her gaze toward a tall blonde that was undressing me with her eyes on the other side of the bar.

Need a little reassurance? I can give you that. I've only got eyes for you Gracie.

I looked over at the girl across the bar who seemed to sit up a little straighter and arch her back as we made eye contact. But she quickly deflated when I reached down and tipped Gracie's chin up at me with my knuckle, dropping my mouth onto hers in a brief sensual kiss. I ran my hand down the tight muscles of her throat, feeling her pulse pick up beneath my hand before pulling away slowly.

"All yours." I said with a flirty grin.

Gracie took her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked up at me with big bedroom eyes that nearly undid me.

Don't look at me like that, I'm barely holding on to my self control around you as it is.

We were lost in our own lusty fog when I heard Chad whistling at me from the other side of the bar.

My head whipped up as I searched for Chad who was signaling for me to turn around and look at the door. I watched as Colt's roommate Collin made his way into the bar and the playful flirty energy that Gracie and I had been exchanging quickly left her as her eyes settled on him as well.

Her brows furrowed and her shoulders caved, trying to make herself small against my side.

Don't let him affect you like that.

I ran my hand down her back before reaching over and tapping the bottom of her chin with my knuckle.

"Head up Gracie girl. Nothing to be afraid of." I said, giving her a reassuring smile.

I never wanted to see her cower in fear like that. She might have had to live that way for years, but she was mine now and she didn't need to be scared of any of those assholes when I was around. 

She nodded her head slowly at my words and kept her eyes glued to Collin and his asshole friends.

I grabbed both of our beers in one hand, glaring at Collin until he felt the heat of my stare.

"He sees us." Gracie muttered.

"And he's scared out of his fucking mind." I growled, maintaining eye contact with Collin who quickly looked away.

Grabbing Gracie's hand, I led her away from the bar knowing Collin wasn't going to try shit, but Gracie wasn't as convinced. She kept looking over her shoulder at Collin which made me halt our forward motion so I could put her mind at ease.

I turned to face her before we reached the table, setting our beers down to free up my hands.

"You know I'd rip that guys throat out with my bare hands before I'd let him touch you, right? I've broken his fucking jaw and several bones in his face before and I've got no problem doing it again."

Gracie swallowed hard at my words with wide eyes.

"That was graphic and...detailed." She chuckled.

"Wes the assassin, remember?" I said, giving her a wink.

She gave me an elaborate eye roll that out a smile on my face as the thin strap of her dress fell off of her shoulder. I gently replaced the strap, loving the skin to skin contact.

"I fucking love this dress." I hummed against her ear.

Gracie's face lit up and she shoved her hands down at her sides, expecting some sort of reaction out of me.

"It has pockets." She said excitedly.

"I don't care about the pockets." I chuckled, lowering my head to plant a kiss on her bare shoulder.

Pushing me away, she gave me a crazy look, arching a brow at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Well you should care about pockets. They're  so useful and convenient." She said, narrowing her eyes at me slightly as if I had offended her in some way.

I couldn't conceal my laughter at her sudden pouty expression and pulled her close.

"I'm so sorry. What do you keep in these wonderful pockets?" I asked, sliding one of my hands into the pockets of her dress.

"No dont..." she started to protest, but my large hand was already in the fabric of her dress.

My fingers found a small square package with something round in the center and pulled my head back so I could get a look at her face that was starting to turn red with embarrassment.

"Gracie Taylor, are you carrying around a condom in your pocket?" I laughed with a wide smile.

"No..." she said quietly, refusing to look me in the eyes.

"Then what is this?" I asked, pulling the package from her pocket and displaying it in my hand.

Gracie's face flushed hot with embarrassment and I couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at what I was holding in my palm.

"Is this a single serve Oreo?" I chuckled.

"I wasn't sure how long we'd be out." She said, snatching the cookie from my hand and returning it to her pocket.

So you brought a snack. Good lord Gracie, could you be any cuter?

I pulled her against my chest that was still bouncing with laughter.

"My apologies Gracie, I love your snack pocket."

"I brought one for you too." She muttered quietly as she stuck her hand in her other pocket to reveal a second cookie package.

"Thank you." I said with an uncontrollable smile on my face at my little chipmunk of a girlfriend.

Everything Gracie does makes me want her more, even pulling snacks out of her dress in the middle of a crowded bar.

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