Love Is Ale You Need, page 12
part #1 of Brews and Flings Series
Trey glances up at me. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. But I don’t think my table is.” I kick the broken leg with my foot.
“What kind of shoddy craftsmanship is this?”
“To be fair, I doubt it was meant to hold two grown adults.”
“That really needs to be the new standard for quality control.”
A quiet laugh shivers out of me. I haven’t been with a guy that’s made me laugh as much as Trey has. It’s oddly refreshing. I reach up and cup his cheek. His five o’clock shadow prickles my fingertips. “I’ll write a strongly worded letter to the manufacturer.”
“I’ll get you something of quality.” He kisses me. Then he rises to his feet and holds out his hand to help me up.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I insist. Since it was kind of my fault that it broke.”
“In that case, I have a rickety couch in the living room that you could try breaking.”
“Challenge accepted.” Without warning, he picks me up and I release a small giggle as he carries me to the couch. “Plus, you’ve only had one orgasm and I like to work in even numbers.” His lips are on mine once again. It’s hot and demanding. Broken table instantly forgotten.
Trey sits down and sets me on his lap. His mouth is on my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple before taking it into his mouth. I arch into him, loving his mouth on me.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him while he sucks and licks on my heated skin.
“Put me in you,” he mumbles around my nipple. The contrast between his hot breath and the cool air sends a delicious shiver up my spine.
I rise to my knees and guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. Slowly, I sink down on him, relishing in the delicious stretch. “Ooo! Yes!”
Before I’m fully seated, he thrusts up, pushing the rest of the way into me. My mouth falls open as a moan escapes me. With his fingers curled around my waist, he continues to push into me from below. I rock my hips in tandem with his.
“Oh, god! Fuck me. Harder. Don’t stop.” My fingers clench his shoulders, my nails millimeters away from breaking skin.
“Rye. Fuck. I’m going to come.”
“Me too. Keep going.”
“Your pussy is gripping me so tight. I can’t hold on much longer,” he grits out.
He wraps his lips around my nipple and bites down. I throw my head back, the stimulation catapulting me over the edge. My pussy clenches as an orgasm rips through me. I gasp as he thrusts up, his hot cum spilling inside me. He continues to pump into me over and over again until his own orgasm subsides.
My head falls to his chest, both of us collecting our breaths. Leisurely, his hands roam up and down my back. He presses a warm kiss to my shoulder. The gesture is sweet. Dammit. This isn’t supposed to be sweet.
I sit up and fall to the cushion beside him. Tugging the blanket off the back of the couch, I wrap it around me. “That was… wow.”
“That’s what I do.” He collects his boxer briefs and tugs them on, followed by his slacks. He strolls into the kitchen and turns on the faucet.
“You can do that to me anytime you want,” I say over my shoulder to his retreating frame.
A few seconds later, he’s returning with a damp paper towel. He holds it out for me and I take it. He bends, resting his hand on the couch, caging me in. “And I fully intend to.” Then he winks. “But it will have to wait.”
“That’s okay. I need some recovery time after today, anyway.” We share a moment of silence, before I ask, “Is this like our fourth date?”
“Well, if we’re counting sex as dates,” he rubs his chin, “This would technically be our fifth. I did walk you to your car. Compared to all the other dates, that one is pretty high on the not as memorable meter.”
“Only because we didn’t have sex.”
“You’re catching on.” His hand tips up my chin as he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “From here on out, sex dates only and we should do them more often. Like tomorrow. I’ll add you to my calendar.”
“You’re insatiable,” I smile and shake my head, “but also I have to work tomorrow.”
He shoves his arms through the armholes of his shirt. Starting at the bottom, he slowly buttons his shirt. “Another time then. I hate to fuck and run, but I do have a meeting at the office in an hour.”
“I see how it is. You’re only using me for sex.” I flash him a playful smile.
He bends down so his lips are inches from mine. “With the way your legs were gripping my head like a vise grip, I’d say you’re using me for sex.”
“Fair. We can use each other.” I grip the front of his shirt and pull him the rest of the way to me, pressing my lips to his in a soft and lingering kiss.
He pulls away slightly. “Just so you know, you’re worth more than this. Say the word and I’ll show you.”
All I can do is press my lips together and nod. How can he give me the world's greatest orgasm and then say the sweetest thing ever? My ovaries can’t take it. I rise to my feet and clasp the blanket under my arm. Trey strolls toward the front door and I’m a few steps behind him. He spins around, clasps my cheeks with both hands, and places a kiss on my lips. I fight the urge to deepen the kiss and make him miss his meeting for another round. I guess there will have to be another date. So that’s how he does it. Dammit.
We break apart and he points to the now scrap pieces of flimsy laminate pine wood that was once my table. “Is there a dumpster where I can put that?”
“Off to the right when you exit the door there’s a dumpster. If you can take the big piece, I can get the rest.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
He lifts the top piece that somehow managed to stay mostly together and tucks it under his arm like it’s nothing. I hold the door open for him and he strolls down the hallway. I admire his backside as he saunters away until he’s down the stairs and out of sight.
“I was concerned when I heard the loud crash earlier, but the moans that followed soon after told me not to bother you.”
I swivel my head to the left to find Marcie with her head poking out of her doorway, an amused grin covering her face. Warmth covers my cheeks, knowing she heard us. “Yeah. It was my dining room table.”
“May I recommend you buy yourself some sturdier furniture?” She flashes me a wink before retreating into her apartment.
Then I do the same. When the door clicks behind me, I throw myself against the wood and exhale a deep breath, but I can’t fight my own enormous grin.
Sixteen
Genital Masseuse
Rylee
Trey
Pick one.
Rylee
What’s this?
Trey
A link to different styles of tables Bennett builds.
Rylee
You’re having a table built for me?
Trey
Yeah.
Rylee
You don’t have to buy me a table, let alone have one custom built.
Trey
I insist. In fact, the order has already been placed and Bennett would kick my ass if I told him to cancel.
Rylee
At the very least, let me help pay for it.
I had no intention of replacing the table since we barely use it. Why waste the money when I can use it for something else? But I can’t ask Trey to buy me a new one. Especially a custom built one. That’s going to cost a fortune. Anything from the discount store would work just fine.
Trey
Nope. I broke it, it’s the least I can do. Plus, getting one from Bennett, I’ll know it’s high quality and can withstand our extracurricular activities. Which I plan on doing more often with you. *eggplant emoji* *water droplet emoji*
All it takes is one line from him to completely divert my focus away from my money concerns. I don’t know how he does it. But it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. Actual happiness. It’s a foreign feeling, but one I’m enjoying with Trey.
Rylee
And he’s tested this. *winking face emoji*
Trey
I’ll ask.
Oh my god. Bennett must think we’re nymphomaniacs.
Rylee
I was joking. Don’t ask.
Trey
Too late. He says, and I quote, “What the fuck is wrong with you? But also, yes.” We’ll have to test it out when it’s ready. For the sake of quality control.
Trey
I’ll bend you over the edge and slam my dick inside your tight pussy to test the sturdiness.
Trey
Then I’ll lay you out on top to make sure it’s suitable for feasting.
A tingle shoots directly to my nipples at the thought of him licking my pussy. Instantly, my thighs clench together, and I shift in my seat.
Trey
Then lastly, we’ll test its weight capacity as you ride my dick like a cowgirl. Giddy up.
“You look like you’re using Cupid’s arrow to pleasure yourself right now.”
I slam my phone screen side down on the bar top at Porter’s. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Glancing up, I see Dessa staring at me, a sly smirk covering her red lips. My shift technically ended, but I’m waiting for Chad to come in before I leave in case she needs help with anything. “Um. No. Trey’s just telling me about the new dining table he’s having custom made for me.” My phone buzzes again, but I ignore it.
“I wish dining tables turned me on like that.”
It’s not the table, but what he wants to do to me on top of it. I knit my eyebrows together, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I bite the inside of my cheek, wrestling my smile.
“Oh, come on. Your cheeks are redder than an iron poker sitting in a fire. There’s more than just table talk happening.”
Lach creeps up behind me. “She has a point. You’re looking a little flush.”
I jump. Then backhand him in his chest. “Now you're on my case too?”
“Just calling it like I see it.” He takes a seat on the stool next to me. “How’s it going with Casanova?”
“Really? You want to talk about my… I don’t even know what it is.”
“Banging and hanging? Insignificant other? Flirtationship? Genital Masseuse? Porn pals?” Dessa supplies.
I glare at her.
“What?” She laughs. “I’m only offering suggestions.”
“Genital masseuse is my favorite. I need to find me one of those,” Lach says.
“What’s wrong with friends who occasionally hook up?” I shrug.
“Nope. It’s forever now referred to as a genital masseuse.” Lach wiggles his eyebrows.
I sigh. I’m not winning this friends with benefits conversation so I change it. “Where’s Chad? He’s ten minutes late.” I glance at the time on my phone while simultaneously checking if there’s a new message from Trey.
“He’s been so flaky lately. He’s constantly poking at Jake’s last nerve. A couple days ago, Jake had to stay late because Chad called in at the last minute,” Dessa says.
Lach rolls his eyes. “Someone’s just butt hurt because he got demoted. But it’s his own fault he sucks at his job.”
“That reminds me,” I turn to Lach, “there’s a small liquor delivery coming later. They forgot a couple of boxes so they’re dropping them off at the end of their route. I can trust you to take care of that for me?” I flash him wide, puppy dog eyes.
“For you, anything. Now if it was Dessa… I might need her to be my genital masseuse.”
Dessa busts out laughing. “You’re such a perv. Be your own genital masseuse.” She throws a bar towel at him. He grins and throws it right back.
“Sometimes you need someone else to do it. It's a different grip. A different pressure. A different stroke.”
I press my hands to my ears. “I don’t need the play by play about your masturbation techniques.”
A beam of light floods into Porter’s as the door opens. Dessa lifts her head while Lach and I twist in our seats. Chad strolls in. The hood of his black zippered hoodie is pulled over his bowed head and his hands are shoved in the pockets. He strides past without an ounce of acknowledgment. We turn to follow his movements until he disappears down the hallway.
Lach leans in so only we can hear. “Who wears a hoodie when it’s almost seventy degrees outside?”
“I’m sweating just looking at him.” Dessa fans herself with her hand.
“Well now that Chad’s here, I’m out. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” I rise to my feet. “Don’t forget the delivery.” I clasp Lach’s shoulder.
“Got it,” he responds.
I tuck my wallet under my arm, then I’m out the door. The bright sun instantly warms my face as I stroll through the parking lot. As I approach my SUV, my stomach quivers. Glancing down, my front driver’s side tire is sitting flat on the pavement. Shit. I unlock my SUV and toss my wallet on the seat. I round to the rear and lift the hatch. After digging around, I pull out the jack, and set it on the ground next to the flat. Then I heave the spare tire out and roll it toward the front of my SUV. The faint sound of my phone buzzing from inside my vehicle catches my attention. I pull open the door and dig it out of my wallet. A message from Trey flashes on the screen.
Trey
Hey, what are you doing? You left me hanging, so now I have to assume you’re lying in your bed touching yourself while you’re thinking of me.
Rylee
I wish that was the case, but no. I’m in the Porter’s parking lot attempting to change a flat tire.
Trey
Give me five minutes and I’ll be right there.
Rylee
You don’t need to come. I got this.
Trey
Have you ever changed a flat tire?
Rylee
No actually. I’ve watched others do it a few times, so I understand the concept.
Trey
I’ll be right there.
I tuck my phone into my back pocket. Resting my hands on my hips, I stare down at the flat and blow out a deep breath. I kneel and position the jack on the metal frame. With the vehicle still on the ground, I shove the lug wrench onto the lug nut and twist. It doesn’t budge an inch. I wipe the sweat from my brow and try again. Using all my energy, I push down on the wrench and nothing.
Tires rolling on the blacktop draws my attention. Trey’s SUV comes into view and parks next to me. He hops out and does a quick inspection of what I’ve done so far.
“That’s pretty good. You got everything in the right position.”
“The lug nuts are a little tighter than what I was expecting. I’ll have to hit the gym and work on lifting weights. These noodlely arms don’t quite cut it.” I hold up my arm and flex my bicep.
“You got some muscle there.” He squeezes my tiny bicep.
“Probably from lifting boxes of beer.”
“It’s still sexy.” He winks before squatting down to remove the lug nuts.
In a different life, Trey would be everything I’d want in a man. Bold. Confident. Assertive. Cocky, but in a playful non-asshole way once you get to know him. The last one is the one that always gets me in trouble, and that’s not what I need right now. That’s not what Abby needs. It reminds me of a sign that hung on the wall in my middle school history class. “Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.” I’ve made the mistake once. I don’t want to do it again.
Trey finishes removing the flat tire and swaps it with the spare. He inspects the old tire, searching the tread for a nail. I’m right beside him, searching as well. Then he freezes.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to patch this one.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” My brows furrow.
“It looks like something slashed your side wall.” He runs his finger over the gash on the inside of the tire.
“Damn,” I mutter to myself as I mentally calculate how much a new tire will cost. But it’s not just one tire. At the very least, I’ll need two, so it’s even.
“Did you run anything over while you were driving?”
“Not that I can recall.”
“We’ll buy you a new tire.” He rolls the flat tire to the rear of my SUV while I grab the jack and wrench. “I’ll follow you to the tire shop. There’s a place on Maple that’s reasonable.”
“Okay.” He gives me the address and I type it into my phone’s GPS.
Three stop lights and a right turn later, I’m pulling into the parking lot of the tire shop. At the counter, I glance down at the rectangular patch on his dark blue work shirt and read his name. Clint. I tell him about the flat tire and needing a new one, but I’ll buy two if I have to, but use the least expensive brand. After typing on the computer, he informs me it will be about an hour, and I can wait in the waiting area.
“Shit.” I plop down in one of the chairs. “I’ll have to ask Marcie if she can wait for Abby for me.” I pull out my phone and send her a quick text.
Trey takes the seat next to me. “So, is this considered another date?”
“At the tire shop?”
“Sure. They have food and beverages.” He jumps to his feet. “What would you like? Chocolate chip cookie? Blueberry scone?”
