Page 105 of Love Is Ale You Need

“Day drink apple ale? Absolutely.” Trey grabs a glass and pulls down the tap, filling my glass halfway before passing it to me.

I take a sip and smile. “Apple juice.”

Abby busts out laughing, nearly falling off her stool. “We fooled you, Bunny!”

Sadly, the name stuck with Abby. Trey likes to use it in the bedroom. “You sure did.” I tickle her sides as she squirms and squeals on her stool.

Trey shrugs. “She wanted to hang out with the guys, so I had to make it as authentic as possible. And who doesn’t want apple juice on tap?”

I smile and shake my head but take another drink of my apple juice. Even though Trey’s not single anymore, he continues the weekly SBL tradition, except now it’s turned into an evening with everyone. All the guys, their significant others, and even the kids come over to hang out for a few hours.

“Alright. Day drinking is over. Abby, I need your help upstairs.” I climb off my stool.

“But I’m not done with my ale,” Abby whines.

“Bring it with you.”

“But Squirrel says no glasses can leave the bar.”

“I’ll make an exception this time. Just be careful,” Trey says.

“Okay.” She hops off her stool and reaches for her glass of apple juice.

When we’re upstairs, I pull Abby into her room. “I need your help. Can you show me how to fold a paper ring?”

* * *

Trey sits in the plush chair, Kaelyn nestled in the crook of his arm, as he feeds her a bottle. If there’s anything that can make me want to have another baby, it’s watching Trey with a baby. Swoon. Plus, Kaelyn is so tiny compared to his large frame, especially when he holds her in his palms. Instant baby making material.

“Abby, it’s time for bed,” I say.

She rolls over on the living room floor. “But I’m not tired.”

“You’re never tired, but that doesn’t change the fact it’s bedtime.”

She groans but climbs to her feet. She runs over to Kaelyn and kisses her forehead. “Good night, Acorn. Good night, Squirrel.”

“Good night, Chipmunk.”

“I’ll come tuck you in.” I run my hand over her head as she runs past me.

“I think this one is ready for bed too. But first it’s time to deactivate the bomb she just dropped.” His face scrunches up.

I take the bottle from him. “You do that. I’ll say good night to Abby. We’ll reconvene in the bedroom in, say, ten minutes.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me.” He winks.

After Abby and Kaelyn are in bed. Trey strolls into our bedroom and closes the door with a click. I sit up in bed then with one hand in front of the other, I crawl on my hands and knees to the end. Trey’s hooded eyes watch my every move.

“Is this the type of night we’re having?”

At the foot of the bed, I rise to my knees. With my fingers curled around the waistband of his jeans, I pull him to me. With deft fingers, I push the button through the hole. “Well, there is something I want to ask you.”

He rests a finger under my chin. “If the question is if I’ll go yodeling in the gully? Absolutely.” He winks. Then he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt. The fabric slowly slides up, revealing every dip and valley of his abs. All thoughts and questions disappear from my head.

With a glint in his eyes, he prowls over my body. I fall backward hitting the mattress, forcing a giggle out of me. His hand glides from my knee and up my thigh. Goosebumps spring up over every inch of my body. A single touch from him sets my body ablaze. I cup his cheek. His scruff tickles my fingers as I haul his mouth to mine.

The kiss is both scorching and desperate. Two words that describe exactly how Trey makes me feel.

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