Page 40 of Love Is Ale You Need

“Oh! Trey! Yes!” I continue to grind against him as I ride out my orgasm until I eventually come to a halt.

Trey pulls his fingers out and slides my panties back into place. My wobbly leg drops, the icy cement does nothing to cool the scorching hot inferno blazing through my entire body. He brings his hand up to his mouth and opens. His lips wrap around his fingers, sucking my orgasm off them.

A deep moan rumbles from his chest. His hooded gaze meets mine. “I’ve never been the type of man to stop at only one.”

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An hour and two orgasms later, one for each of us, we’re standing in Trey’s sprawling kitchen. I swear half my apartment could fit in his kitchen. He’s sporting nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs while I’m wearing one of his dress shirts.

He passes me a bottle of water from the fridge. “Did I ever tell you that you look fucking amazing wearing my clothes?”

“You like it?” I trail my fingers down the pearl buttons until I reach the hem that kisses the tops of my thighs.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

In two long strides he’s standing in front of me, caging me between him and the counter. He bends down and runs his nose along the column of my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access.

“The dress you wore tonight is a close second.”

“I have a confession. The dress isn’t mine. Dessa let me borrow it. I don’t own anything remotely close to it. Or the heels.”

“The dress was stunning on you. Tell Dessa I’ll pay her for the dress because you’re keeping it. This isn’t the last time I want to see you wearing it.”

Heat creeps up my cheeks once again because he knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

“If we’re throwing out confessions, I have one of my own. I like you, Rye. I really like you and it’s more than this friend’s bullshit. It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt like this, so take that for what you will. I’m willing to wait for as long as it takes. Even if that requires me coming into Porter’s every day just to see you.”

“On the days I’m not working, you’ll be so disappointed. I doubt Jake can fill out that dress quite like me.”

Trey chuckles. “No, you’re absolutely correct. I like it so much. Just thinking about it makes me want to go for round two.”

“Should I leave you alone with the dress?”

“Only if you come with it.” He presses his lips to my neck, licking my heated skin.

I suck in a sharp breath, something rancid invading my nostrils. It’s like passing a farm on a hot summer day. It’s nauseating. My stomach does back flips that could rival an Olympic gymnast. Bile creeps up my throat. With both hands, I shove at Trey’s chest. He stumbles backward.

“Okay. We don’t have to go for round two.”

My hand flies up to cover my mouth. I scan the dimly lit kitchen, searching for a garbage can, but I have no idea where it is so I use the only other thing available. Racing to the kitchen sink, my fingers curl over the edge of the counter and I bend over, emptying the contents of my stomach. I dry heave a few times before it settles. A little.

Trey rushes to my side. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was something I ate? Or I’m getting sick?”

He runs his hand up and down my spine while I’m still leaning over the sink. When I rise to my full height, he passes me a bottle of water. I take a swig and swish it around in my mouth before spitting it out in the sink. Then I turn on the faucet to wash away everything I vomited.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Trey passes me a sheet of paper towel to wipe my mouth. “That’s the first time someone vomited after having sex with me.” He crosses his arms and leans against the counter.

“I’m glad I could cross that off your bucket list.” I swallow the last gulp of water from the bottle.

He steps to the side to pull out a drawer with the trash can and recycle bin.

The odor from earlier hits me again, except this time it's like a freight train of stench and I gag.

“Want to go lay down? I’m sure I have some Pepto or Tums you can take for your upset stomach.”

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