Be My Baby (11 page)

"Here," he said, "This is my cell number. If
you ever want to talk or maybe grab something to eat one evening
will you please give me a call? I'd really like to see you
again."

"Sure," I said smiling taking the piece of
paper from him and stuffing it into my purse. He opened his door to
get out so that he could help me from the jeep. As I turned and
jumped out, his arms caught me in an embrace.

He hugged me gently stroking my hair. He
didn't try anything further.

"Good night Tylar," he said softly. "I'll
watch to make sure that you get in alright."

I turned from him and went inside the
stables, climbing the steps to the upstairs loft on the side where
Danny's apartment was. I expected Danny would not be back anytime
soon since he had gone off with skanky Leanne.

I sat there for several minutes in order to
give Vincent time to drive away. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of
the country. It was quiet and pleasant. It gave a person the
opportunity to think and to reflect. It was a very healing
atmosphere.

Right now it was Trey that
filled my mind. Part of me wanted him in my bed tonight. I wanted
him to make love to me as if the past several weeks had not
happened. I closed my eyes remembering his touch and his kisses.
Then the memory of him kissing Amber was there in crystal clear
imagery. His arms wrapped around
her
; his lips on
hers
; his tongue in
her
mouth. His dick
getting hard for
her.

I needed to get away from that memory. I
jumped up and

started down the hallway towards the stairs
when I heard the door to the stables open.

(Holy Shit! Did Vincent come back to see if
I would succumb to his advances?)

I quietly seated myself in the corner of the
hallway in the loft and curled up as tightly as I could out of
sight.

I buried my head into my knees. I was
actually afraid though I didn't know why. I heard footsteps on the
wooden staircase.

(Should I scream and hope for the best? Am I
simply too paranoid?)

The footsteps stopped as whomever it was
reached the hallway. I was balled up in the corner as small as I
could possibly get.

"Tylar?"

(Oh thank God - it was Danny.)

"Tylar for God's sake are you all
right?"

He was at my side in a second, scooping me
up into his strong arms with a look of total panic on his face.
This was not the usual impassive and complacent Danny.

He held me tightly as he kicked open the
door to his loft apartment taking me inside. He settled me on his
sofa and quickly turned a lamp on so that he could look at me to
see why I would have balled myself up in a corner like a frightened
animal. How could I possibly explain that to him?

"Sweetie," he breathed with a sigh of
relief, "Did someone hurt you?"

"Yes," I said my voice quivering; the image
of Trey and Amber was still vivid to me, "But not tonight."

He was gently stroking my hair back off of
my face.

"I don't understand," he said softly. "Are
you okay or not?"

"Not," I replied, the tears flooding out of
my eyes.

He pulled me onto his lap smoothing my hair
back and talking to me gently. He was trying to figure out what had
happened. He asked me whose ass he needed to kick. There was no way
that I could explain what had happened to me or how I was feeling.
I didn't understand it myself.

"Why did you leave me there without a ride
home?"

"I just gave Leanne a ride home. I went back
to the bar but you were gone."

"I thought you left with Leanne."

"Leanne and I are not together Tylar. She
asked for a ride home because she was too drunk. I dropped her off,
went back by the bar and didn't see you so I came home," he replied
softly, brushing a soft kiss against my cheek.

"Do you think for one moment that I would
have anything to do with a chick like that?"

"I don't know how guys think Danny," I
answered truthfully. "That is why I'm just so totally
clueless."

"Aww sweetie - you're not clueless. You're a
sweet, sweet innocent and it's totally sexy."

"It is?" I asked in my clueless tone.

"It is," he said, kissing my lips
softly.

I liked his touch. It was warm and sensitive
and dangerous. That was a new feeling to me and I liked it. I
raised my face to his and found his lips with mine. We kissed
warmly and passionately. It was different than with Trey but not at
all un-pleasurable. On the contrary, it was new territory for
me.

Danny pulled me to him and our kiss grew in
passion and in longing. He lifted me from his couch and carried me
into his bedroom. He switched the light switch on that illuminated
his bedside lamp. His room was neat and orderly. Everything was
clean and in its place.

(What the fuck am I doing?)

I said nothing as Danny gently placed me on
his bed. His blue eyes were smoldering as he slowly and
methodically undressed himself in front of me. He was muscular and
sexy. He was wearing only his boxers as he reclined on the bed next
to me and gently pulled my sweater up over my head.

(I need to leave. I totally need to jump up
and run like hell out of here!)

But I didn't leave. I stayed. I let Danny
undress me slowly and provocatively. He murmured softly to me how
beautiful and sexy I was; he kissed my lips, my neck and lowered
his mouth to my breasts suckling them gently, his tongue tracing
circular patterns around the nipples.

(God this felt so good. . .)

His lips lowered still as his expert hands
had managed to remove my jeans. He hooked his thumbs into my silk
thong pulling it down and away from me. His lips traced a pattern
downward from my navel ring to my sex. He made sweet sensual love
to me down there. I shivered with excitement as his tongue expertly
worked magic.

I felt him rise up pulling his boxers
off.

"Danny," I said, my voice husky, "Do you
have a condom?"

"Yeah 'Little Bit,' not to worry."

He reached over to his nightstand drawer
expertly opening it and removed a condom. I kept my eyes squeezed
shut. I wasn't ready to see another man's penis apart from Trey's.
I needed to do this if only because I didn't know another man's
touch aside from Trey's. I needed a point of reference. Perhaps it
would tell me what I needed to know about myself.

I heard Danny ripping open the foil packet.
I knew that he was removing the condom; I knew approximately how
long it would take to roll it onto his manhood and poise himself
above me before he guided it into my sex.

Now was the time to stop him if I was going
to. I was frantic to do the right thing. I realized that the right
thing was to let this play out. Right or wrong, I needed to know
another man's touch. I needed to know if what Trey and I had, or
what I perceived Trey and I as having was something over and beyond
a simple physical attraction.

I continued to squeeze my eyes shut; I was
tensed up.

"Hey baby," he said to me, "It's all good. I
want to make love to you alright?"

"No - fuck me Danny," I rasped, "Fuck me
now."

I felt him guide his manhood into me
gently.

"Oh baby, you are tight. God you are so
sweet," he whispered to me. "You feel so good."

He started moving inside of me slowly and
methodically. His hips gyrated in a circular motion, slow and
steady. My body started warming to his touch. This did feel good.
This was another man inside of my body and it did feel good.

I started moving in rhythm with him. My hips
gyrated with his in perfect rhythm. His lips were on mine, kissing
me with urgency. I heard him moan with pleasure as his thrusting
increased.
I suddenly realized that I was not feeling that same pleasure; he
wasn't hitting my sweet spot. I knew that I didn't want him to
anyway. It was meant for another. This didn't feel right at all. I
couldn't stand the thought of another man being inside of me.

(Oh God! How fucked up is this??)

I pushed against his chest with my
fists.

"Stop," I cried out. "I can't do this!"

"What?"

He had stopped his movements inside of me.
He was staring down at me in total confusion. He pulled out of me
and sat back on his haunches. I could hear his heavy breathing. I
squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"What the hell Tylar?"

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry Danny. I just
can’t do this!"

I pulled myself up, quickly putting my
clothes back on. I gathered my jacket and purse and ran from his
apartment. I nearly stumbled down the whole flight of stairs in the
stables as I raced to get the hell out of there.

I quickly made my way back up to the house
fishing around in my purse for the key. I let myself in quietly
through the back door. The house alarm wasn't set probably because
my father was never sure if I would remember the code.

I removed my boots carrying them so as not
to make a lot of noise as I tip-toed across the tiled and hardwood
floors. I climbed the carpeted steps to the second floor and
rounded the corner of the hallway to my room. I quietly opened the
door and shut it softly behind me, leaning against it.

The room was lit by the lamp on my bedside
table. I saw movement from the corner of my room and jumped as I
heard his voice.

"Did you have a nice evening, Tylar?"

CHAPTER 8

I was startled by Trey's voice in my
bedroom. He immediately saw my disheveled state. I could only
imagine how bad I looked. He was on his feet in a moment and at my
side. I saw him looking at me as if he was taking inventory of a
prized possession. It didn't take him long to figure out what I had
been about.

"Baby,
what
have you done?" he asked his
voice cracking in disbelief.

I saw the flash of pain cross over his face.
It was evident in his voice. That was all that it took to push me
over the edge. I dissolved into tears immediately, dropping to the
floor in a sitting position where I quickly buried my face into my
hands. Trey was like an ice statue staring at me. He didn't move
for what seemed like an eternity. He finally picked me up and took
me into the bathroom.

Somewhere in the distance I heard the sound
of the bathtub being filled up. I stood silently while Trey peeled
my clothes off and tossed them into the dirty clothes basket. He
lifted me with his strong arms and gently placed me into the warm
tub of water. He got my liquid bath soap and sponge and washed my
body gently and thoroughly.

He shampooed my hair and rinsed it. He
lifted me from the tub and dried me with a clean, soft towel. He
rubbed moisturizer into my skin. He pulled clean panties up onto me
and pulled a nightgown on over my head. He took me by the hand and
led me back to my bed. He pulled the covers back as I climbed in
and curled up on my side. He tucked me in, kissed me gently on the
forehead and turned the light off next to my bed. He left me in a
shroud of darkness where I wept until I finally fell into an
exhausted sleep.

I awoke the next morning seeing by my
nightstand clock that it was almost 11:30 a.m. I couldn't believe
that I had slept that long undisturbed.

I immediately jumped from my bed and opened
the door to the adjoining nursery. I was in a panic. I knew that
Trey knew what had happened last night. Though he didn't know who
was involved, he certainly knew that I had been unfaithful to him.
What if he had taken Preston from me forever? She wasn't in her
crib or her room. I quickly returned to my room to put my robe on
and go downstairs.

I flew down the staircase. As I reached the
bottom I could hear my dad talking to her from his study.

"No, no sweetheart," he said gently, "You
can't touch those. They could break and hurt you, Preston."

I went through the door to his study. She
was standing along one of his bookshelves and had reached up
grabbing one of his expensive Hummel's.

"No Preston," I said a bit more sternly than
I had intended. She turned seeing me. Her face brightened up as she
clutched the figurine and came bouncing over to me. I reached down
picking her up and managed to get it away from her placing it back
on the shelf.

Her little face contorted unhappily. She
started crying; she twisted in my arms trying to turn from me so
that she could reach back down and grab the figurine. I stepped
further from the bookcase which only made her more determined to
get down from me.

"Stop," I said crossly, "You aren't supposed
to touch that Preston. You were told 'no."

She buried her face into my shoulder sobbing
now. It seemed that my daughter and I were not getting off to a
good start this morning.

"Good mornin, Tylar," my father said.
"Preston and I were working it out you know?"

I looked at him quizzically.

"You see, the point is for the child to
understand what they can and cannot have. The decision to put the
figurine back on the shelf and know not to touch it again needed to
come from her."

"She very well might have broken it first,
Dad."

"I understand that," he replied with a
slight smile, "But it might have been worth it for a lesson well
learned right?"

(Okay - clearly he had a message in there
for me. What had Trey told him? Speaking of which . . .)

"Where's Trey? I need to talk to him."

"He's gone," my father said with a shrug.
"He returned to Atlanta early it seems."