Page 87 of Love Is Ale You Need

I exhale a breathy moan from the contact. His finger trails down and back up before rubbing a circle around my clit. “Mmm. I definitely love lazy mornings.” I rock my hips, needing more contact. His finger teases at my entrance before plunging in. I inhale a sharp breath and exhale a moan.

“So, fucking wet for me. I think I’m going to eat my breakfast, then you can have yours.”

I roll over while Trey collects pillows to create a back rest. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Glancing over,Parisaflashes on the screen.

“Ignore it. You can call them back after breakfast.”

“I can’t. It’s Parisa.” The phone buzzes again and I reach over to grab it. I press the green talk button. “Hi Parisa.” As she talks on the other end, my heart plummets. “Okay. We’ll leave right now.” I hang up the phone.

Trey’s mop of dark hair peeks up from between my legs. “What’s wrong?”

“There was an accident. It’s Abby.”

THIRTY-ONE

CLAM JOUSTING

Trey

I jump off the bed. “Is she alright? What happened?” I love that kid as much as I love her mom. She’s my chipmunk and right now she’s hurt. What’s even worse is that I’m not there.

“The kids were playing, and she jumped and fell awkwardly on her arm. It might be broken.” Rylee casually throws her legs over the side of the bed as if there isn’t an emergency right now.

“Shit. Get dressed.”

My fingers shake as I tug on a pair of jeans and throw a shirt over my head. “I’ll pack the car.” In a frenzy, I rush around the room, shoving everything haphazardly into our bags, disregarding whose belongings they are or where they should go. I’ll sort everything later. When the upstairs is clear, I toss our bags in the backseat of my SUV along with the cooler. I set a reminder to call the resort and explain that I’ll cover the additional cleaning fee since I left all our food in the kitchen.

Once we’re on the road, I press the gas pedal to the floorboard. Streaks of brown and green flash by in a blur on the two-lane highway. It’s like I have tunnel vision. My only objective is to get to Abby. I hate that we’re not there for her.

Rylee’s phone buzzes again and she puts it on speakerphone. “Hey Parisa. How’s Abby doing?”

“She’s asking for you and someone named Squirrel?”

“That’s me. Put her on.” My chest tightens as if a five-hundred-pound brick is pressing down on it.

“My. Arm. Hurts,” Abby chokes out between sniffles.

“Hey, Chipmunk. We’re on our way. We’ll be there soon.” My tone is soft and soothing, hoping to reassure her even though my chest is in a vise grip. “You be strong, okay?”

“Okay.” She sniffles again. “I love you.”

My heart jumps to my throat. I glance at Rylee, and she smiles softly.

The vise grip loosens a little. “I love you, too. We’ll see you soon.”

I love that little girl with every fiber of my being. I’m hurting because she’s hurting. My knuckles turn white as my grip tightens on the steering wheel.

“Trey. Slow down. It’s not going to do us any good if we get in an accident and end up in the hospital ourselves.” Rylee grips the grab handle.

“Sorry. I’m just… I want to make sure she’s alright.” I ease up on the gas pedal.

“She’ll be okay.” Her warm palm on my thigh eases some of my anxiety. “She’s a tough girl.”

I exhale a breath. My nerves settling a fraction. “You’re right. She’s your daughter, after all. I don't know how you can keep your cool.”

"Oh. I'm freaking the fuck out but it's not going to do anything to help our situation at the moment."

I curl my hand around Rylee’s, intertwining our fingers, offering what little comfort I can give her while she does the same for me.

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