Page 13 of Love Is Ale You Need

“Shit. That sucked.” He blows out a breath. “Okay. Go.” His fingers grip my waist as he guides me up and down on his cock again.

I rock my hips. The sensation on my clit draws me closer and closer to climaxing. He continues the assault on my pussy from below. My orgasm detonates, sending a rush of white, sultry heat through my entire body. I cry out Trey's name, my nails digging into his skin as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body. Every second is more magnificent than the last.

“Fuck. Rye. Your pussy is so tight. I can’t."

A deep groan rumbles from Trey’s chest as he thrusts his hips up, his hot cum filling the condom. He continues thrusting, riding out his own orgasm, until he slows to a stop. His hand hits the seat with a thud and my forehead drops to his shoulder. The steady rise and fall of his chest is hypnotizing. He glides his palm up my thigh, stirring me to meet his gaze. My breath hitches as his finger caresses my cheek before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Without saying anything, he presses his lips to mine. It’s sweet and tender and everything I don’t need right now. This isn’t a fairy tale. I stopped believing in those a long time ago.

Instantly I crash down to earth. What did I just do? And I can’t even use alcohol as an excuse because I’m stone cold sober.

“Oh god. Oh god.” I scurry off Trey’s lap and flop down in the seat next to him. A million different emotions smack me in the face. Anger. Annoyance. Confusion. Lust. Circling back to anger. My frantic gaze darts from left to right, searching for my clothes.

“I’m used to women using those words while they’re riding me, not searching for their clothes.”

I stop and glare at him before I desperately go hunting for my underwear again. Once I find them, I yank them up. Then I swipe my pants off the floor and do my best to tug them up in the small space, but my foot collides with Trey’s solid knee in the process.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” He reaches over and rests a hand on my thigh.

Currently, the fire is raging through my entire body and heading straight to my heart, and I need to pull the pin on the fire extinguisher. Stat. “I have to go.” Reaching behind me, I clasp my bra and then I grab my shirt. Without putting it on, I pull the lever of the door and push it open. A shiver runs up my spine as soon as the cool air hits me. I shove the shirt over my head and slam the door. My fingers fumble pushing the button through the hole of my jeans. As I pass the gap between our two vehicles, the pavement illuminates red from the taillights and the back driver’s side window slides down. Trey’s deep voice sends me ten feet into the air.

“Forgetting something?” He holds out my yellow wallet.

I clutch my chest. “Yes. Thank you.” In two long strides, I’m standing in front of him while avoiding eye contact. I grip my wallet and tug, but he doesn’t let it go. My gaze lifts to his.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around? I might be able to find another stripper condom.” The corner of his mouth tips up into a smile.

It’s a panty dropping smile that makes it hard to not drop my panties for him... again. Because he set the bar high with round one so I'm sure round two would be equally as good, if not better than the first. But I can’t.

“I don’t think so.” This time when I pull my wallet, he lets go. With a quick spin, I sprint to the driver's side of my SUV, my heart pounding in time with my footsteps. I fire up the engine, press the pedal, and reverse out of the parking spot. I spare a quick glance in the rearview mirror, Trey’s SUV receding into the distance. Unfortunately, the enormous knot in my stomach doesn’t dissipate with the added distance. What was I thinking? A sigh escapes my lips and I lower my eyes, fixating on the windshield in front of me. Biggest mistake ever. Okay. Maybe only the second biggest mistake. The first one started with a phone call that got me here in the first place.

SEVEN

THE BESTEST FRIEND

Rylee

“Be good and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” I drop to a knee in front of Abby.

“Okay.” Her voice is soft.

“I love you always.” I hold up my hand, curling my pointer finger and thumb in the shape of a half heart.

“I love you forever.” She holds her hand up, mirroring mine. A warm smile covers my face as her bright hazel eyes sparkle. She’s my entire world and I hate that I can’t always spend my nights with her. I’m so thankful Marcie babysits her for me while refusing to let me pay her. Especially during school closures, like today. She’s familiar with the single mom life and knows how hard it can be. Plus, she adores Abby like a second granddaughter.

Once I’m in my SUV, I turn over the ignition and shift into drive. Houses and street signs pass by me in a blur. At the end of the road, I pass the neighborhood park as kids race around the playground and climb all over the equipment. A black SUV eerily similar to Trey’s draws my attention. Immediately, thoughts of the other night in the parking lot of Porter’s with Trey in his SUV flash in my head.

It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. Like it wasn’t really me in the back seat, yet I can still feel every kiss on my lips, every caress of his hands, but most importantly, the stroke of his cock inside me. A chill runs up my spine and my nipples pebble. But it’s Trey. The same guy who’s declared his eternal bachelorhood with his weekly meetings at Porter’s. But what niggles me the most… he’s just like my ex. Work first, everything else after. I’ve already lived that life. I don’t need a repeat. But with the snap of his fingers, or his fingers inside me, he ignited a spark unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It was a euphoric high that I want again. Damn.

After arriving at Porter’s, I busy myself with re-arranging perfectly organized shelves in order to keep all thoughts of Trey at bay. That only lasts a whole ten seconds until the flashbacks of us in his backseat start playing. It was only sex, so why can’t I stop replaying it in my mind? Maybe because it was some of the best sex I’ve had in... ever. Dessa strolls behind me with a jug of pineapple juice in her hand, mentioning something about a dream, but I’m barely paying attention. He's short circuited everything in my body. There’s only one thing I can do.

“Then a T-Rex burst into the room and used his little arms to ravish my naked body.” With her arms close to her body, she wiggles her hands. After a second, she drops them to her sides. “Are you even listening to me?”

I lift my chin, abandoning the box of beer bottles. “Uh. Yes?”

She rests a hand on her waist and pops her hip. “Then what did I say?”

“T-Rex with little arms.” I hold my arms close to my body and wiggle my hands.

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