Be My Baby (27 page)

"Would you prefer that I read something else
to you?"

"I would prefer retiring to our suite for a
nap, Mrs. Sinclair."

I was feeling warm and giddy from the
margaritas and the novel.

"We probably should get out of the sun for
awhile," I commented, gathering my things. Trey was right behind me
as we hurried up the winding staircase to the balcony door of our
suite.

We spent a delicious rest of the afternoon
in our suite, exploring and re-exploring each other. We fell asleep
entwined in each other's arms.

Trey and I were dressing for dinner. I had
gotten a healthy glow from my earlier sunbathing; the afternoon
fuckfest Trey and I had enjoyed hadn’t hurt either.

I pulled on my emerald green satin cocktail
dress. The skirt tapered to just above my knees. It was strapless
with a built in push-up bra. The back gathered into a bustle just
above my butt. Gina had talked me into it saying that she had seen
Eva Longoria wear almost this very same dress the prior year
walking the red carpet at the Golden Globe awards.

I accented it with my new 4" black heels
that were opened toe with an ankle strap; and black pearl earrings
and necklace. I had flat ironed my hair which was now almost to my
shoulders again. Trey had forbidden me (under threat of a sound
spanking) to cut it again.

Trey came up behind me looking resplendent
in his summer suit and tie; he placed his arms around me his hands
cupping my breasts as he lowered his lips to softly kiss the column
of my neck.

"Have I told you about absolutely
scrumptious you look, Mrs. Sinclair?"

I got the shivers when I felt his warm
breath against my skin and his expert fingers bringing my nipples
to attention.

"You do a very nice job of appreciating me,
Mr. Sinclair," I said with a smile leaning back against him. "I
certainly have no complaints on that front."

Hand in hand Trey and I made our way to the
Captain's dining table on the 'Promenade' deck. It was an extremely
long table that seated twelve other couples. Trey and I were seated
next to a couple from southern Ohio. The woman who introduced
herself as Megan Parks appeared to be in her forties. She was a
'textbook' Cougar according to Trey's whispered comments to me as
we waited for our second course. Her 'traveling companion,'
happened to be a very tall and slender man who didn't look to be
thirty yet. His name was Gordon Rizzo. It amused Trey and I to
watch Gordon as he fell all over himself to 'fetch' her this or
'grab' her that. He was always at her beck and call.

Over dinner she mentioned that she was
Gordon's boss's boss which was why they were traveling out of the
country.

"It just wouldn't do for us to be out in the
open about our relationship," she explained. "The company has a
very stringent fraternization policy."

When she found out what Trey's line of work
was as far as litigating class action suits for the plaintiff it
looked like Megan had swallowed her sixth helping of calamari
without chewing it. She immediately started coughing and gagging;
Gordon was pounding on her back laughing, not quite sure if she was
really choking or simply being 'over-dramatic.' I was fairly
certain the attraction that Megan had for Gordon had nothing to do
with his intellectual capacity.

After dinner everyone prepared for the
entertainment. Trey and I had been drinking some margaritas and the
band was setting up to start playing.

"Oh I just love to dance," Megan said
enthusiastically. "I've been trying to shed a few pounds and I find
that dancing - among other things - is a great way to burn
calories. Tylar - Gordon doesn't like to dance. Would you mind if I
cut the rug with Trey for a song or two?"

(Cut what??)

I looked at Trey for help.

"She means dance," he replied, rolling his
eyes.

"Actually Megan, Trey and I make it a rule
never to dance with anyone other than each other."

She smiled, shaking her long mane of permed
curls. Her hair looked as if she was attempting to imitate the
character of Carrie Bradshaw from 'Sex and the City,' all those
years ago. Her body however was not following suit. As she stood up
to insist poor Gordon take her out onto the dance floor I couldn’t
help but notice that her polyester slacks were extremely tight
around her hips and below. She had a major 'camel toe' going on.
Damn, that looked downright uncomfortable. I found myself squirming
in my own seat imagining how uncomfortable she had to be with her
'lip-huggers.'

Trey finally nudged me noticing that I was
staring at her crotch with a look of horror on my face. I
immediately raised my eyes to look out onto the dance floor as she
finally convinced Gordon to dance with her. They moved to the dance
floor and out of earshot.

"Dear God Trey, did you see those pants of
hers?"

"It was kind of hard to miss, Tylar," he
said smirking.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked.

"It might be more fun watching," I replied
giggling.

Trey ordered another round of margaritas for
us and we turned our attention back to the dance floor.

It didn't take long to spot Megan and Gordon
out under the silver ball. He had to be six and a half feet tall.
He towered amongst everyone else out there. They seemed to be the
center of attention with the rest of the people at our table. The
sound of their snickering floated down to our end of the table.

I felt for both of them. Their lack of dance
skills was obvious to everyone apart from them. The song was a fast
tune; Megan was doing some old dance where the arms go up and down
called 'the Monkey.' Her arm waddle said it all.

Trey and I were hard pressed to contain our
laughter as was the case with the others at our table. It made for
some great entertainment. As the song ended we realized that Megan
and Gordon were making their return to the table. I wasn't anxious
to continue having to socialize with them.

"Trey - can we go for a walk on the deck or
something?" I asked.

"Let's do," he replied, anxious to be rid of
our dinner partners for this evening.

We carried our margaritas with us as we went
up on the port-side deck. It was a beautiful evening for cruising.
The moon was out and the stars seemed brighter reflecting off of
the ocean than when on land. The sea breeze gently blew across our
hair caressing our skin with a salty fragrance.

The ship's photographer came up to us as we
were leaning against the rail looking out over the water. He asked
if we would like to have our picture taken. We did. Trey put his
arm around me as we turned for the picture. We gave the
photographer the number of our suite. All photos were available to
be picked up at the conclusion of the cruise.

"It is so beautiful out here this evening,"
I said. "I am so happy that we did this, Trey."

"Me too, baby," he said, pulling me against
him. He lowered his face, his lips softly kissed my forehead, his
hand brushed through my hair. I could feel his strong heartbeat
against me.

"Are you missing Preston?" Trey asked.

"I've thought about her a few times, but I'm
not worried or anxious about her. I know that she is safe and I'm
happy that it's just you and me right now."

"Good," he replied, "I love you so much,
Tylar. I'm sorry that I've taken you for granted along the way. I
want things to be different going forward with us."

"What do you mean, Trey?"

"I want to be married to you; not my career.
I can see that I've missed out on a lot by being so wrapped up in
the firm."

"It's your job, Trey. I understand that.
It's what you do."

"It doesn't have to be what I do forever,
though."

I looked up at Trey. I saw that he had done
some serious thinking about this. I wasn't sure where he was going
with it; I wasn't sure if he had a plan.

"Trey, you love the law. It's your passion.
What would you do if you didn't practice?"

"First of all, Tylar, my passion happens to
be you, first and foremost, got it?"

I nodded.

"Secondly, there are other ways for me to
enjoy a career in law without being a senior partner in a firm
where we are backlogged with litigation for the next five years.
I'm exploring some future opportunities that would allow me more
time to spend with my family."

"Really?" I asked, "Do you plan on sharing
this with me?"

"Of course, Mrs. Sinclair. How would you
feel about being married to a judge?"

"Trey, are you serious? But how -"

"Let's just say that I was approached by a
circuit court judge that plans to retire after the first of next
year in the middle of his term. He wondered if I would accept his
appointment to the bench to finish his term. I am considering
it."

"But Trey - that is wonderful. If that's
what you want to do then go for it."

"There are some downsides and risks with
this, Tylar. I want to make sure that you are on board with that as
well."

"What risks?"

"Well, first of all, I would have to be
fairly comfortable that I would get elected once I finish out his
term. Secondly, the money will not be what I am used to earning at
the firm."

"Trey," I sighed, "I'm not worried about you
not getting elected or the money. We will do just fine. We have
income from the ranch that is picking up. I'm certain we will
scrape by."

"Then I have your support?"

"Of course you do, baby. I love the idea of
fucking a judge."

Trey smiled down at me in the moonlight. I
wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his face down to mine. We
kissed long and passionately. I pulled away from him.

"I've got an idea," I said. "Let's go back
to our stateroom and play for a while. I'd like to see what the
'long arm of the law' can do."

"Oh yeah, baby," Trey said, taking me by the
hand as we hurried back to the stairwell leading to our deck.

CHAPTER 21

The ship docked in Montego Bay the following
morning. Trey and I had ordered breakfast in our stateroom. We
showered and dressed getting ready to go onshore for the day.

We both were wearing shorts, tees and
comfortable shoes. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and donned a
ball cap to shield my face from the hot Jamaican sun. We both
lathered up with sunscreen and headed to the lower deck to
disembark. I had packed our swimming gear in case we ended up at
the beach in a back pack instructing Trey he had to wear it.

Once on shore there were various cabs or
busses available to take the passengers to various hot spots of
Montego Bay. Trey and I took a cab to a place that rented sun fish
sailboats. Trey had told me he wanted to take me sailing and
snorkeling.

I was impressed with my husband's ability to
sail. The water was crystal clear blue. Once out in the bay, Trey
lowered the anchor and we lay on our stomachs watching the various
forms of sea life through the clear water. The sand bar nearby
allowed us to see all sorts of turtles, crabs and lizards. The
schools of fish that swam under our boat were in every color and
pattern imaginable.

Trey identified many of the fish for me:
Caribbean Blue Tang, Purple Tang, Lionfish, Angelfish. We put on
our snorkeling gear and lowered ourselves into the water. The fish
avoided us which was fine with me. I followed Trey as he paddled
over to some rocks that surrounded a small reef. We went up on the
rocks where we could see crabs of all sizes, turtles and sea
urchins. I freaked when I saw something slither into the rocks that
had long bristles sticking out all over it. I backed away
quickly.

"That's a bristle worm, Tylar," Trey
explained, "He's more frightened of you than you are of him."

"Don't bet on it," I replied going back into
the water. We swam back to our sun sail and climbed up on it lying
flat to dry out. Trey lifted anchor and we sailed along the coast
line of the giant bay. There were all kinds of colorful reefs and
caves. It was gorgeous and a first for me.

Once we returned the boat we walked up to a
crowded outdoor mall that was full of duty-free shops. I found some
coral and turquoise jewelry I wanted to buy for Gina. Trey and I
found some cute t-shirts for Preston that had pictures of colorful
fish on them, along with a 'Montego Bay' hoodie. Trey insisted we
get matching hoodies for ourselves to match Preston's. I thought
that was kind of cute.

"Are you getting hungry?" he asked as we
stood in line to pay for our purchases.

"I am starving."

Trey looked around and spotted an outside
café where live Reggae music could be heard.

"Why don't you go and grab us a table, babe
while I pay for this? I'll be there shortly. Order us some
margaritas, okay?"

"Got it," I said heading over to the café. I
found a table with an opened umbrella and took a seat. A waiter
came over very shortly sporting the traditional dreads and colorful
attire. I ordered our drinks. He left a menu at the table. I was
perusing the menu when Trey came up looking extremely pissed.

(Oh hell - what now?)

"Fucking bitch," he spat.

"What the hell did I do?"

He looked over at me alarmed; then his face
softened.

"Not you, baby."

"Who, then? Where is the stuff we
bought?"

The waiter set our margaritas down on the
table and asked if we were ready to order. I asked him to give us a
couple of minutes to decide.

"How much cash do you have on you,
Tylar?"

"Trey, what the hell is going on?"