Maybe Baby Lite (54 page)

“
There was a high-level
riding school competition the week after Labor Day. It was one
level below Grand Prix. Tess had been working Derringer hard in
training for it. In truth, she'd been working him too hard. He'd an
aggravated muscle in his rear flank. I saw him at practice right
before I left for Harvard, noticed the injury, and I asked her to
stop with his training until the muscle healed. She and Zach
ignored my warning. Tess argued that it was her horse when I found
out about it during a phone call back here. During practice a few
days before the event, Zach was riding Derringer and Tess was
observing from the middle of the arena. Zach was attempting the
levade, that’s an air move where the horse—”

“
I know what the levade
is, Trey,” I reminded him.

“
Sorry,” he smiled, “at
any rate, due to Derringer’s muscle problem, he did not land
properly; somehow Zach was thrown. Tess ran over to them and
grabbed Derringer’s bridle, trying to calm him, but his front leg
came down on her, pinning her to the ground.”

My eyes widened in horror,
picturing this scene. Trey struggled to get the rest of the story
out. “Tess was careflighted to a hospital in Nashville. I flew in
from Cambridge. Her pelvis was shattered. Zach was at her side when
I arrived.” I could see Trey’s composure waver as he recalled this
part of the story.

“
Trey, you don’t have to
continue if you don’t want to.”

“
No,” he said, his eyes
dark with anger or sorrow, I couldn’t tell which. “You need to know
this part too. Tess was pregnant; the accident, of course, caused
her to miscarry. Her pelvis was so shattered that it couldn't be
repaired enough to enable her to bear children in the future. I
loved her. I mourned the loss of our child, although I didn’t know
until then that she'd been pregnant. It didn’t matter to me if we
couldn’t have children in the future; all that mattered to me was
her.”

I gasped, horrified at the
awful circumstance.

Trey continued, “Tess was
angry with the situation. She ordered me to destroy Derringer. I
refused to destroy a perfectly fine horse over something that could
have been avoided. I knew in time she would come to understand
that, being the person that she was.” He rubbed his eyes and
inhaled a deep breath. Seeing his pain tore my heart in two. “As it
turned out, I guess I never
really
knew
the person that she
was. The baby she miscarried wasn’t mine, it was
Zach’s.”

“
Oh Trey!” I exclaimed,
reaching over to him.

“
She told me that she was
in love with Zach, that they wanted to be together. She said she
never really loved me.”

“
Why did Landon say that
earlier, about our baby having the chance his sister’s
didn’t?”

“
Because, I've never told
anyone the truth, apart from you just now. Until now, only Tess,
Zach, and I knew the truth. I felt like she'd been through enough.
I didn’t want her reputation crushed as well. It caused a rift
between my family and me for several years, and only recently have
the Andrews come around again. Tess let everyone believe that she
broke the engagement because I wouldn’t put Derringer down. I never
told them any different.”

“
But Trey, that’s not fair
to you,” I said, sitting up. “Why would you let people believe
things about you that aren’t true? She would’ve ended the
engagement anyway.”

He smiled sadly, pulling
me down to him. “Because it wouldn’t change anything, I needed to
let her walk away with something. Tess was and still is a fragile
person.”

Just then, there was a
light knock on the bedroom door. Trey jumped up and opened it,
stepping aside to allow his parents in. Oh crap, I thought. I bet
Trey and I had some ’splaining to do. Susan was at my side
immediately. “How are you feeling, darling,” she asked in her sweet
southern accent, “you gave us a bit of a scare down there.” She put
her hand on my forehead as if checking to see if I had a
fever.

“
I’m feeling much better,
Mrs. Sinclair, thank you,” I replied warmly.

“
Now, there is none of
this ‘Mrs. Sinclair’ do you hear? You call me Susan like everyone
else does.”

I nodded, smiling back at
her. I noticed Clive talking to Trey in hushed tones. Trey was
leaning against the door, one leg propped back against it. He ran a
hand through his hair. I flushed when I realized that Susan was
watching me watch her son.

“
Can I get you anything,
darling?” she asked, sweetly.

“
No, I’m fine for now,
really.”

“
Ok then,” she said,
patting my leg. “We want you to get some rest and take care of that
baby!”

Oh thank goodness; she's
happy about this.

Clive looked over, having
finished his conversation with Trey, and bid me a good night,
telling me to let the staff know if I needed anything. I wished him
a good night as well.

Trey sat back down on the
bed with a sheepish look on his face.

“
What?” I asked, “Are you
grounded?”

He chuckled, giving me a
glimpse of that sexy dimple.

“
Your dad looked kind of
serious just now.”

“
He says that I should
move to another room to ensure you get restful sleep,” he said,
mimicking his father’s British accent.

My hormones screamed ‘hell
no, you don’t go’ in unison. He saw the alarm on my face and gave
me a dimpled grin.

“
Don’t worry, I told him
that you called the shots, not me.”

He snuggled back against
the pillows, and I looked sternly at him.

“
Thank you very much,
Trey,” I said, feigning anger, “now he's going to think I
seduced
you
.”

“
I can set him straight
you know. There’s always the video, Tylar,” he said,
laughing.

“
Oh no!” I fairly
shrieked, “You're deplorable!” I was laughing too. He was playful
again and I relished his humor.

“
All kidding aside, it’s
time for you to get some sleep,” he smiled at me as he stood up
from the bed, walking to his closet. From inside he called to me,
“Did you
only
bring sexy nighties?”

“
Yes. Are you
complaining?”

He returned with one of
his long-sleeved dress shirts that would be longer on me than any
of the nighties I brought. “Here,” he said, offering me the shirt,
“put this on, please?”

I took it from his hand
and held it to my nose. I only liked the shirts that he'd worn.
This one was clean and didn’t smell like Trey. “I can’t wear this,”
I tossed it back to him.

“
What? Why?” he stared at
me blankly.

“
I want a shirt that
has
your
smell on
it,” I explained. Trey looked at me incredulously, finally getting
the picture.

“
Christ,” he growled in a
not-really-mad tone as he pulled his sweater over his head. He
unbuttoned his oxford shirt and handed it to me. “Here, is
this
one stinky enough
for you?”

I held it to my face,
“Umm, just right,” I said, breathing in his scent and smiling. “And
you
don’t
stink
by the way. You have a very
sensual
scent.” I turned presenting my back to him so
that he could unhook my bra. He slid his hands around me, cupping
my breasts and massaging them with his fingers.

Ummm that feels so
good…

He pressed up to me and I
could feel his erection on my backside. I was on my knees on the
bed, he stood next to it. I turned to face him, letting my hand
drop down to his crotch, feeling his bulge. He pulled me into a
kiss, our lips and tongues in sync. I moaned against him. He pulled
away.

“
Tylar, baby, come on. You
need your rest. My parents are probably right outside the door
listening to make sure I keep my promise.”

I stopped, horrified to
think that Trey was serious. He laughed, putting his shirt around
me and buttoning it, leaving the top three buttons undone. He
pulled the bed covers down, ordering me under them. I obeyed this
time, watching as he carefully tucked the covers around me like a
papoose. He would make sure there would be no touching
tonight.

I lay there thinking about
the next day. I still planned on going shopping with Gina and was
hopeful that Trey wouldn’t nix those plans. I'd forgotten to
mention it to him in all of the confusion of the day. That shower
seemed to be taking a particularly long time. I smiled, wondering
if he was purposely dragging it out hoping that I'd fall
asleep.

Trey had told me he loved
me today. It was as if he'd been trying not to. I understood his
apprehension after he shared with me his history with Tess. I was
sure Landon had already let her know that Trey was to be a
father…again.

Part of me could
understand Trey wanting to protect Tess’s pride. He'd allowed
himself to play the villain in all of this. But I couldn’t
comprehend why he hadn’t told his parents the truth. They seemed
like reasonable people who would honor his request not to share the
information with Tess’s family.

My eyes were getting
heavy. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I nodded off. I could
hear the shower still running. I smiled knowing that Trey cared
about me and was doing this for me. I allowed sleep to finally take
over.

I awoke the next morning
very rested. Trey was lying awake watching me sleep, his head
propped up on his hand. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, “I
have a surprise. I want
you
to come with me.”

He was off the bed,
heading for the bathroom before I'd thrown the covers off. I
followed. When I went through the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Trey had filled his sunken tub with a foamy, vanilla-scented bubble
bath. Lit candles circled the tub. He'd cued up soft music. There
were two crystal goblets filled with orange juice. A large crystal
bowl full of ice had smaller bowls resting in it containing sliced
cantaloupe and honeydew melons, strawberries, blueberries, grapes,
and pineapple chunks. A pile of fluffy white towels lay folded
nearby, along with all of the necessary body wash, shampoo and
conditioner containers. Bath sponges were ready and waiting. I
turned to him, my eyes wide.

Without a word, he slipped
out of his clothes and gestured that I do the same. He extended his
hand to me, helping me down into the bath. Trey didn’t let me lift
a finger as he gently bathed me, touching every intimate part of my
body, massaging soap into my shoulders, legs, and feet. He
shampooed my hair then lathered it with conditioner. We sipped our
orange juice and he fed me fruit slices. He rinsed the conditioner
out of my hair and sponged soap from my back. He leaned forward,
kissing my neck and shoulders. I turned to face him, wrapping my
legs over his. With lathered hands, I washed his member gently; it
sprang erect at my touch.

I looked up at him, our
eyes locking, wondering if he was going to object to more play. He
lifted me up, setting me on the side of the sunken bath and wrapped
one of the fluffy white towels around me. He got out, wrapping a
towel around his hips before continuing with me. He towel dried my
skin gently and took my hand, dropping his towel and led me to the
bed. He didn’t let me sit or recline.

“
Stand right there,” he
instructed, pulling me close. He tilted my chin, lowering his mouth
to mine for a long, lingering kiss. His fingers found the top of my
towel, releasing it so that it fell to my feet. We faced each other
naked.

Trey’s eyes moved hungrily
over my still damp body, taking in every curve. He reached out,
moving a wet tendril from my breast, fingering it between his thumb
and forefinger. His hands moved downward, caressing my breasts,
bringing my nipples to taut erection. He continued lower, his
fingers gently massaged the lips of my sex, tracing the hood of my
clitoris, causing me to gasp. He continued stroking and fondling,
making me wet and wanting. I tried pulling Trey down on the bed
with me; he resisted.

“
Not yet,” he breathed in
my ear, “I’m not done here yet.”

He spread my legs apart as
I stood before him and lowered himself to his knees; he inserted a
finger into my very wet pussy, stroking me from inside. His lips
joined his hand on my sex, his tongue flickering ever so softly in
and around the folds. My knees wanted to give way.

“
You taste so sweet,
Tylar. I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned, increasing the tempo
of his tongue.

“
Please Trey,” I
whimpered.

“
Please what?” he asked.
“Say what you want Tylar. I’ll decide whether you can have
it.”

He wants me to be specific
again. How specific?

“
I want you inside of me,
Trey.”

He continued with his oral
lovemaking, I felt myself quickening. Trey felt it too, stopping to
delay my orgasm.

Come ON, that's
mean!

“
I want you NOW, Trey!” I
ordered, not caring who overheard.