Page 41 of Love Is Ale You Need

“I don’t know. If it's the flu, I don’t want you to catch it. Maybe it’s best if I go home.”

Trey moves to stand in front of me. His hands brush up and down my biceps. “Are you sure? I don’t mind. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I nod. “Yeah. It’s for the best.”

Getting sick is not how I wanted the night to end, but Trey was so sweet, wanting to take care of me. Kyle would have tossed me a bottle of water and a blanket and told me to sleep on the couch so he wouldn’t catch whatever I had. But not Trey. All he wanted to do was to take care of me, even if it caused him to catch whatever I may have. But I’m not used to sweet. Since my divorce, I never allowed anyone to take care of me, so I wasn’t about to start now.

FIFTEEN

SHODDY CRAFTSMANSHIP

Rylee

It’s been three days since my date with Trey. A date that took me completely by surprise, especially the sex. The first time, even in the backseat of his SUV, was amazing. But the second time was earth shattering. Either it’s been too long since I’ve had sex or Trey has all my buttons on speed dial.

After I got home, I crawled into bed and by morning, I felt completely normal. I have no idea what came over me. Maybe it was food poisoning.

My mind drifts to the sweet way he wanted to take care of me. A jolt of warmth spreads through my entire body from the thought. But I know it’s only fleeting, so I shove those thoughts of him wanting to take care of me into a closet and slam the door. Those are feelings I don’t need right now.

Instead, I reminisce about how I surprised him at his office yesterday afternoon. Little did I know, I would be his lunch and not the sandwiches I brought. The best part was him bending me over his desk. I can still feel the way his fingers dug into my waist as he thrust into me over and over. That time the sex wasn’t sweet. It was raw and primal. Like he needed to be inside of me to survive. I loved every second of it. Instinctively, my thighs clench together as I bite back a smile.

* * *

I yank open the front door to Porter’s and stroll inside. Before I’m two steps in, Dessa and Lach swivel their heads in my direction.

I freeze and my gaze drifts between the two. “Um. Good morning.”

“There’s something different about you.” Dessa taps her finger on her lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I scurry past them, but Dessa stops me with a hand on my wrist.

“You’re glowing. Wait, you had sex again, didn’t you?” Dessa rests a hand on her waist.

Heat creeps up my neck and settles on my cheeks. I can’t even hide it anymore. Technically, it’s been twice this week, but I keep that information to myself.

“Oh, my god! You did!” Dessa claps her hands.

I roll my eyes. Also, how the hell can she tell? I can’t even lie to her because she’s some kind of human lie sex detector. “That was over twelve hours ago.”

“Damn. And you’re still glowing?” Lach croons “Magic Stick” by Lil Kim, while shimmying his shoulders.

I shoot him a death glare and he holds up his hands in defense. He shuffles backward until he’s standing behind Dessa, using her as a human shield. He’s been on the receiving end of many of my death glares since he likes to push my buttons, and he also knows exactly which ones to push.

“It’s a two-time fling. That’s it.” Shit. Technically three, but they don’t need to know every time I have sex.

“You won’t be able to stop at two.” Her lips spread into an amused smile.

Lach nods along, still behind her.

Of course, I can’t, because I’m already at three.

“Yes. I can.” My tone is defensive.

“I bet you can’t,” Dessa counters.

“I’ll take that bet.” Lach raises his hand.

“Are you two betting on my sex life now?” My gaze flits between them.

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