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I glance up, locking eyes with her for a long second. Then I shoot her another text.

Mack: I told you I can tell

Firecracker: Tell what, exactly, from way over there?

She pops a hand on her hip and glares down the bar at me. Pressing my lips together, I don’t hesitate with my response.

Mack: Tell that he’s not me

Her cheeks turn pink as she reads the message, so I go for broke.

Mack: You should be sitting on my face right now while I play with your beautiful tits and make you scream

Mack: Not getting loved up by some overgrown frat bro

Lips forming a perfect ‘O,’ her neck and face brighten.

Mack: Ditch the bro and come home with me

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer as she stares down at her cell. Although the bar’s noisy, all I hear is the blood whooshing loudly in my ears, heart hammering. If she didn’t know how I felt about her before, she sure as hell does now.

Gracelyn turns to the frat bro, patting his forearm and smiling. Time flips to slow-motion as she sips her drink and leaves me hanging.

My cell buzzes again.

Firecracker: As lovely as that offer is, I can’t keep doing the casual thing

I frown at the screen, my insides swirling as I quickly debate showing my hand here. But fuck, who am I kidding? All I think about is Gracelyn—what she’s doing, how she’s feeling. If she’s having a good day or not. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in years.

Take the chance, Mack. Tell her how you feel.

Mack: Who said anything about casual?

She rattles the ice in her glass, then lifts her wide baby blues to mine.

Questioning.

I tip my head toward the door with a slight nod.

Answering.

Smiling up at frat bro, she gives him a finger wave and my chest fills with relief, my entire body lightening.

“I’m gonna get going. See you boys later.” I lean over and toss a twenty onto the bar to cover my drink.

“What? You’re leaving already? It’s barely eleven pm,” Baker says, tapping his watch.

I shrug. “Yeah, it’s too crowded tonight. I’ll see y’all later.”

Carter doesn’t protest, waving me off while Baker grumbles something about me being a boring old man.

But right now I could give two shits what Baker thinks. I have a much better offer on the table than hanging with my two buddies, talking football and drinking beer.

I’m about to have my face buried in Gracelyn’s sweet pussy, lapping up her juices and making her scream my name.

CHAPTER14

GRACELYN

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