Page 39 of Love Is Ale You Need

I end the call. By now, I’m used to this, but not Abby, and it's always my burden to see the almost tears in her eyes whenever he cancels. I hate him even more because of it.

“Everything alright?”

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest from Trey’s voice. For a second, I forgot where I was and who I’m with. “Yeah.” I flick my wrist between us. “Just my ex, bailing on Abby… again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You’re not the one bailing on her.”

“I know. I’m sorry that you have to go through that.”

“Sadly, I should be used to it by now. He couldn’t keep a promise if his life depended on it. At least one to his own daughter.” Silence passes between us. “You know what? Let’s not talk about him. He’s a mood killer. Let’s get out of here.”

We continue strolling down the sidewalk to where Trey’s vehicle is parked. I hate Kyle even more now that he killed the vibe of my date. He always manages to ruin things for me. It’s like it’s coded into his DNA. Find new and exciting ways to make Rylee miserable. Screw it. I’m taking control. He doesn’t get to ruin my date. When we reach Trey’s SUV, he unlocks it with the key fob. Before he can open the passenger door, I stop him with my hand on his bicep.

I peer up at him. “Are benefits still on the table?”

He turns toward me. The pad of his thumb caresses the apple of my cheek. His hand continues to glide across my skin until his fingers thread through my hair. His large palm warms my cheek. “No.”

My stomach falls. It was inevitable this would have to end, but I was hoping it wasn’t tonight.

With his other hand he grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I don’t want benefits. You’re worth more than just benefits. But I’ll take whatever you give me.”

A slow smile spreads over my lips. “Can we go to your house?”

“Absolutely.”

He opens the passenger door and I slide in. While he rounds the hood, I click my seatbelt into place. We’ve had sex before, but the butterflies are fluttering faster this time. Maybe because it’s not a spontaneous, spur of the moment thing. Instead, I have the entire drive to his house to think about it. Trey climbs in and starts his SUV. He glances over at me while reaching his hand over the center console and intertwining his fingers with mine. It’s the simplest gesture, but one that calms my erratic heartbeat.

The short ride to his house is silent, but the way his thumb brushes over the back of my hand says everything I need to know right now. I want Trey.

His neighborhood is a far cry from my tiny apartment complex. Enormous houses with even bigger lawns line the streets. A pang of guilt hits me as this is something I’ll never be able to give Abby. A neighborhood filled with other kids to run around and play with. Or a backyard to build a fort or play kickball in.

As we approach a navy blue split-level house, he turns left and pulls into the sunken attached garage. I yank myself out of my thoughts. No pity parties tonight. There’s only room for one party, and that’s between my legs.

The garage door closes, and we both step out, but before we reach the door to the house, my heels that I never put back on slip from my fingers, dropping to the floor with a clatter. Trey twists around and I throw myself into his arms, slamming my lips to his. Without breaking our connection, he twists us around and cages me against the front fender. A shiver runs down my spine as he threads his fingers through my hair, cupping my head as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my arms around his waist and tug him to me, wanting to feel all of him. A low moan escapes his throat.

He pulls away, but his lips linger on mine. “Did I tell you this is the best friendship I’ve ever had?”

“And if you stop, this friendship is over.” I grip his chin and haul his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. It’s frantic and demanding. Mostly, it’s everything I’ve been missing in my life.

I hike my leg over his hip. The hem of my dress tickles my skin as it slides up my thigh. His now rock-hard bulge presses against my pussy and I release a needy moan. Shamelessly, I grind myself against him like a cat in heat. Needing anything and everything that he’ll give me. His hand skates up my thigh and between my legs. His fingers rub against the fabric of my panties between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispers, low and growly. “You like grinding against my dick? How bad do you want it?”

His words send an electric current pulsating through my entire body. “Trey,” I pant. “I want it. I want it so bad.” My hips move in sync with the rhythm created by his skilled fingers, intensifying the pleasure.

He wraps his other hand around the nape of my neck and slams his lips to mine. He slides my panties to the side and runs his fingers down my bare pussy. I whimper into his mouth from the contact. He continues to move his fingers up and down, brushing against my clit with each pass. My hard nipples brush against the fabric of the dress, sending another lightning bolt directly to my core. Trey plunges a finger inside of me and I break our lip lock.

“Oh. Fuuuck.” I moan when he adds a second finger, pumping harder and faster.

“Come for me, Rye. Come all over my fingers.”

My nails dig into his shoulder while his fingers continue to move inside of me. He adds a third, stretching me even more. A tingle starts in my lower belly. My pleasure cries and pants grow louder with every thrust, echoing off the cement.

His lips move to my ear as his warm breath skates over the shell. “Fuck. Rye. Your pussy is gripping me like a vise. Now be a good girl and come for me.”

In that moment, his thumb grazes my clit and that’s my undoing. A burst of white-hot heat floods my entire body.

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