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We pulled back for a few seconds, looking at each other. His fingers caressed the back of my neck. Now I understood why all the girls he’d ever dated or kissed were so smitten with him. I couldn’t help but wonder, What is he like in bed?
Wes looked up and around before lifting me up slightly and pushing me up against the wall. His lips met mine once again, and we continued our passionate make-out session. It was hot and heavy, and it was turning me on so much, especially when he let out those deep moans.
I don’t know how long we were kissing for, but our moment was interrupted by a voice. “Alex?” My arms were still wrapped around his neck, while his hands were tangled in my hair and cupping my ass. We both turned to the side to see who had interrupted us.
Oh. My. God.
“Drew?” My eyes widened in the dim light, taking in his familiar face. His nose was swollen and tinged with a light purple hue, a testament to the punch I’d landed on him, thanks to my brothers’ years of training.
I felt Wes tense beside me, and I knew then and there, things were about to get ugly. “What the hell are you doing here, Drew?” Wes’s voice was a low growl as he stepped protectively in front of me.
“What are you doing with my girlfriend, Wes?”
“Ex-girlfriend, Drew. EX. I dumped you, remember, after you CHEATED ON ME, remember?” Drew took a step closer, but Wes stood tall, his arm outstretched in a protective gesture.
“Babe, please, let’s talk about this alone,” Drew said. “Let me explain everything to you. We can work i-“
Wes cut him off. “Didn’t you hear? She doesn’t want to talk to you. You lost the right to call her your girlfriend when your dick was inside another girl, asshole.” His words visibly struck a nerve in Drew.
Drew lunged at Wes, their foreheads nearly touching, their chests heaving with anger. “What the fuck did you say to me?” Drew growled. Oh god, I felt sick.
Drew broke eye contact with Wes and met my gaze. He tried to maneuver around Wes and Andy, but Wes blocked him. “Don’t go near her, don’t touch her, don’t even look at her,” Wes warned.
Drew’s eyes were still locked on mine. He mouthed “I’m sorry” at me, and I felt tears prick at my eyes. He turned and walked away. I was stunned that he’d walked away instead of fighting Wes. I knew Wes would fight for me. He always had, from the first day I met him.
I tilted my head back, trying to keep the tears at bay, and rushed out of the room. Wes followed and caught me in a hug outside. He cupped my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ll take you home.” I nodded, unable to form any words.
We made it back to my apartment, Wes’s hands on my hips guiding me. As soon as we reached my room, he kissed my shoulder. I turned to him and gave a shy smile, which he returned. “You mind staying over? I don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course.”
I reached for the jersey that Delilah Carter had sent me, the one I slept in every night, Knox’s. I heard Wes chuckle behind me. When I turned around, he was shirtless, his abs more defined than I remembered. I blushed at the thought of him sleeping next to me. Shit!
“Did Knox send you that?” His voice snapped me out of my daze. I looked down at the shirt in my hand and back up at him.
“Uhm, no, Delilah sent me this.” My response made him laugh out loud, his hand brushing against his abs, my eyes following the movement.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest in a failed attempt to look mad.
Still laughing, he replied, “Nothing, never mind.” I was too tired to press him further. “I’m going to change in here,” I said, gesturing to the bathroom. He nodded, and I slipped inside, kicked off my heels, scrubbed off my makeup, and threw on the jersey. Remembering my foot cream was still on the nightstand, I stepped out, grabbed it, and sat on the bed to apply it-only to hear a quiet sigh from my right.
Wes was only wearing his boxers. Lord, give me strength. I glanced at him and found him staring at my legs. “You know, you have a serious obsession with my legs, Wes. They’re not even that great.”
I pumped some cream onto my hands and massaged my legs. He groaned out loud. “Why do you like torturing me? You’re really not helping my little friends downstairs,” he said.
I started to get up. “I’ll put some pants on then if you’re uncomf-” I was cut off as he wrapped an arm around my torso, pulling me back down to the bed.
“Don’t you dare, Al,” he said, his smile evident in his voice. I giggled at his reply.
He lay with his face in my neck, and I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. We really shouldn’t be doing this, I thought to myself. He rested his arm across my stomach and pulled me closer to him.
“Do you regret it?” he asked, knowing exactly what he meant.
I took a deep breath before responding, “No, I don’t. Do you?”
“Kissing you was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, Alex. But it has to stay between us. Kyle would literally kill me,” he said seriously. I nodded in agreement.
He reached over me to turn off the bedside lamp. His face hovered over mine. “Can I have a goodnight kiss?” His deep, husky voice sent a tingle through my lips.
I should have said no. It wasn’t a good idea. But I nodded anyway. With my permission, his lips barely brushed against mine.
“I’m glad I’m here tonight with you, Alex. I miss this,” he said softly, pressing his lips onto mine. It was an intimate, innocent kiss. It started with pecks, then the kisses became longer, leaving me wanting more.
His tongue teased my bottom lip, asking for permission. I opened my mouth to allow him in. Our tongues met, and the kisses became more passionate.
Before we knew it, we were making out heavily, just like at the party. His hand traced down my side until it reached the hem of my shirt. He rubbed it between his fingers, as if debating whether to go further.
My free hand cupped the back of his neck, my fingers running through his short black hair. His fingers trailed up the outside of my leg until they reached my panties, hooking his thumb in them.
He stopped himself from pulling them down and slid his hand down the back of my leg, slightly squeezing my butt.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back to stop things from going further. “We should sleep, Alex,” he said breathlessly, reaching across me once again to turn off the light.
He kissed me once more and turned off the light. We settled into our positions until we were comfortable.
My back to his chest, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and his heavy arm draped across my waist for protection. It was comforting to know he was there for me.
“Goodnight, beautiful. See you in the morning,” he said, kissing the back of my head.
Who knew Wes would be the romantic type? No, no, no, Alex! You can’t let this happen. Calm yourself down and sleep for tonight.
I let my eyes fall, and I slept like a baby that night, thanks to Wes’s comforting presence.
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In the morning, Wes rolled out of bed and stretched with a sleepy groan, the blanket slipping down to reveal his impressive back and shoulder muscles. I propped myself up on one elbow, watching him pad across the room in nothing but his boxers. His hair was messy, and his eyes were still heavy with sleep, but somehow, he looked hotter than ever. When he turned to glance at me before disappearing into the bathroom, he flashed a lopsided grin and winked. That damn wink.
I was still smiling to myself when my phone started vibrating on the nightstand.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and answered. “Hello?”
“Baby doll! Oh, how I’ve missed that sexy voice of yours.”
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