Maybe Baby Lite (60 page)

Trey emerged several
minutes later, his hair towel dried damp, naked except for his
drawstring pajama pants that were slung low on his hips. He flipped
a switch on his sound system and the room filled with classical
instrumental music. Trey climbed into bed with me, snuggling under
the covers. I perched my head on my elbow to watch him get
comfortable. He turned to me, catching my gaze.

“
What?” he asked, eyeing
me warily.

“
Nothing,” I said, not
eager to kill the mood by bringing the matter up again, “I just
wondered how you explained our connection and needing a job at your
firm to Janice.”

Trey sighed, a hint of
impatience in his voice, “I said that you interned for our family
business this past summer, that you needed a job, and asked her if
there was anything open at the firm. She said there was, and you
start Monday, period.”

“
Well, I mean how does she
know if I’m qualified to do whatever this job entails?”

“
Trust me, babe, it’ll be
some gopher-type position. You’ll do fine.”

Hell no, he did not just
say that!

Trey realized how
insulting his comment was as soon as it escaped his mouth. His
expression was one of instant regret but it was too late. I
narrowed my eyes at him giving him an evil stare before turning
away from him and pulling the covers under my chin.

“
Tylar,” his voice was
apologetic, “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded—I’m sorry.” He
scooted over so that his body was just inches from mine. His hand
brushed against my covered up shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. I
raised an arm out from underneath the sheets and patted his arm
consolingly.

“
That’s okay,” I replied
without looking. “Apology accepted.” I pulled my arm underneath the
covers and made no further attempt to acknowledge him. If we were
going to be a family, I'd have to let some minor misunderstandings
slide. After a few moments, he sighed heavily and turned over so
that we were back to back. I drifted off to sleep.

On Sunday morning Trey and
I got up fairly early. I started making the bed and he stopped me.
“I have a housekeeper who comes in during the week,” he
advised.

“
So what do you do on
weekends?” I asked.

“
Live like a pig, I
guess,” he admitted laughing.

“
I don’t roll that way
baby,” I replied, “come on, it won’t kill either of us to pick up
after ourselves on weekends. Grab the sheets, let’s make the bed. I
want to show Gina around the apartment when they come by this
afternoon.”

Trey grudgingly obliged,
helping me tidy up the bedroom and then the bathroom after we
finished our shower. While he was in his study checking his emails
I decided to make our first breakfast as official co-habs: coffee,
scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. Trey came in, freshly showered,
lured by the scent of brewed coffee. He wore a long-sleeved black
Henley shirt and jeans I’d never seen before. He looked fit and
muscular in the faded blue denim, ripped at the knee and snug. He
wore socks but no shoes, his hair was still damp. I knew every inch
of his body, yet I caught myself admiring Trey’s
masculinity.

Filling his coffee mug, he
smiled warmly, saying, “This looks great, Tylar.” I sat across from
him sipping my orange juice as I thought about what I needed to do
today.

“
Trey, do you like chili?”
I asked.

“
I love chili,” he
replied, spearing a forkful of eggs, “why?”

“
I thought I'd see if
you’ve got all of the ingredients on hand and put a pot of chili on
for this afternoon. I thought you and Ian might want to watch
football or something while I visit with Gina. Is that all right
with you?”

He rolled his eyes
slightly, mumbling a “Yeah, I guess.”

“
Trey, you’ve never really
talked to Ian. I think you’ll like him if you’d let yourself. I
want to have friends here, you know.”

“
I said okay, Tylar,” he
replied slightly agitated.

I couldn’t imagine anyone
not getting along with Ian. Trey was just stubborn about certain
things.

After breakfast, I found
ground sirloin in the freezer and the rest of the ingredients to
make a pot of chili. I browned the meat with diced onions and
peppers. I found a crock pot in the cupboard. Twenty minutes later,
the chili was in the crock pot cooking and the kitchen was cleaned
up. Next, I busied myself by unpacking my boxes of clothes and
shoes from Radcliff. My clothes would not even fill the smaller
walk-in closet. Not yet anyway. I knew that some of my clothes
would be tight already, so I left those in the boxes. I'd have Gina
help me put some work outfits together when she came over this
afternoon. I stowed my shoes in the cubbies in the closet. My ‘fuck
me’ heels were the last ones to be put away. I finished unpacking
my suitcase, grabbing the gift bag from The Sextique Shop and
tucking the Jack Rabbit in a closet drawer. I found another
tissue-wrapped item at the bottom of the bag. I pulled the paper
off of the box. It was a remote control silver bullet vibrator.
Batteries included. It had 10 different speeds and vibration
patterns and was remote-activated from 23 feet away.

Wow!

Snickering, I gathered the
dirty laundry from the bathroom hamper. As I passed Trey’s study, I
poked my head in, “Trey do you have a laundry room in the
apartment?”

“
It’s off the kitchen,” he
replied, barely looking up. “Hey, but Mrs. Harris can do the
laundry this week.”

“
It’s okay, I want to do
it.” I replied, headed down the hall.

Trey’s laundry room was as
big as his den. I found the detergent and softener and started the
first load of lights, washing in hot and rinsing in cold. The chili
aroma wafted fragrantly from the kitchen. I found a wooden spoon
and gave it a stir. I didn’t hear Trey come up behind me. He
encircled me in his arms, causing me to scream in fear.

“
I’m sorry, baby!” he
said, releasing me, studying my face.

“
Trey, you nearly made my
heart stop,” I gasped.

“
I'm so sorry, Tylar, I
didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”

“
I will be…” I replied,
holding onto the counter.

“
Seeing you doing all this
domestic stuff makes me horny,” he said, giving me a knowing
smile.

“
So does that mean I need
to be worried about Mrs. Harris during the week?” I joked, looking
up into his smoldering eyes.

“
Unh unh, baby,” he said
softly, his hands framing my face. He lowered his mouth to mine;
his tongue gently probed my mouth, swirling around mine with
passion and hunger. I could feel him harden against me. I kissed
him back, my tongue exploring his mouth softly as my hand moved
down, capturing his hardness beneath his jeans. He moaned as I
stroked the length of him. I tugged at the button on his fly. His
hand moved mine aside, unbuttoning his fly and lowering his zipper.
He leaned against the kitchen counter.

My hand reached in,
freeing his hard cock from his boxers. I gently played with it,
feeling the clear droplet of fluid that gathered at the tip. I
kneeled in front of him and licked the droplet from the head,
closing my mouth around it. I took his full length into my mouth,
sucking his shaft, allowing my tongue to dance around his girth. He
moaned as his cock grew in my mouth. Drawing me up to him, he
carried me to the sofa in front of the lit fireplace. He stood me
in front of him, my back to him as he slid my jeans over my hips,
followed by my panties. I stepped out of them as his hands pulled
me backward onto his lap.

His jeans were still on
and I was fully naked on top of him. I felt him position my sex
close to the head of his member, his fingers gently probing in and
out of my wet orifice from behind. He lowered me further down, his
hands on each of my hips. He lightly pushed my shoulders forward so
that my backside tilted up toward him at a slight angle. He was
taking charge and it made me so hot for him. He lowered me slowly
down onto his erection. I heard him suck his breath in
loudly.

“
Aah,” I moaned, taking
him deep. I was going to come fast in this position. He knew it. He
lowered one hand, taking the hood of my clitoris between his thumb
and forefinger, rolling it gently over and over again. I flexed my
hips, moving up and down on him, whimpering with
pleasure.

“
God, Tylar, come for me”
he said, his movements quickening. The sound of his smooth and
silky voice was the tiny push I needed to cross over into an
explosive, electrifying orgasm.

He peaked too and we came
together, our bodies shuddering with spasms of release caught in a
swirling vortex of pleasure. He cried my name out as his last
shudder emptied himself into me. I sat back, resting against his
chest. His hand lifted my hair; his lips and tongue traced the back
of my neck. I shivered.

“
Did you like that Tylar?”
he asked, kissing my neck.

“
Just a little,” I
replied, grinning like an idiot. “You know we’re going to have to
shower again, don’t you?” I asked. “This whole room smells like
sex. Gina and Ian will be here in an hour.”

“
But I like smelling like
you,” Trey protested.

“
Come on, let’s shower,” I
said pulling his arm up to stand. “And you'll put clean jeans on,”
I advised.

An hour later, showered
and dressed in clean clothes, the doorman rang that Ian and Gina
were in the lobby. Trey buzzed them up. I checked my chili again,
it smelled delicious and I was famished.

The doorbell rang and I
ran to answer it. Gina was first in, hugging me as if it had been
months instead of a little over a week since she'd seen me last.
Ian was next and I formally introduced him to Trey; I wasn’t sure
if they had officially met the night of my birthday. Ian was glad
that Trey had the game on; both guys were Falcons fans. Trey pulled
beers from the fridge and they got comfortable in front of the flat
screen like old friends. I signaled Gina to follow me for a tour of
the apartment. We ended the tour in the master suite, which she
adored. I showed her my own walk-in closet.

“
Why does Trey have more
clothes than you?”

“
Probably because he has a
job where he needs to look professional and because he can afford
them,” I replied.

“
That’s just wrong on so
many levels,” she commented. “Hey—what does a lawyer get when you
give him Viagra?”

I rolled my eyes at her,
“What?” I replied.

“
Taller!” she shrieked,
bursting into a fit of giggles.

I tried not to smile but
Gina’s giggling was contagious.

“
Promise me you won’t tell
any lawyer jokes around Trey!”

I really wanted Trey to
like Ian and Gina. He hit it off with Ian but Gina already rubbed
Trey the wrong way.

“
Yeah, yeah,” she called
from the master bathroom. “Check you out girlfriend,” she squealed,
“the Hot Nazi knows his way to your heart, I can see that!” She
whirled around in the massive bathroom, enthralled.

“
Hey Gina, I start a job
tomorrow at Trey’s firm,” I said, “won’t that be great?”

“
Oh yeah?” she was
inspecting the music on Trey’s iPod. “Whatcha going to be doing
there?”

“
I’m not really sure,” I
replied, honestly, “Trey calls it a gopher job.”

She whirled around to face
me, “Shut. Up. Tell me that he did not put it that way to
you!”

I nodded. I'd let that
slip on purpose. I wanted to see her reaction to make sure that I
hadn’t been acting ‘hormonal’ as Trey had been suggesting of late.
I knew that I was right to feel insulted. “It’s no big deal, Gina.
Don’t say anything I just wanted to see if you thought it was as
rude as I did.”

“
No shit!” she agreed,
wagging a finger. “Now, what are you going to wear?”

“
I’m not sure. Would you
help me put a few outfits together?”

“
You got it girlfriend.
You’re gonna be the hottest fucking gopher at that
firm.”

Gina and I spent nearly an
hour in my closet. I tried everything on to make sure it still fit.
She picked out my jewelry and helped me decide how to wear my
hair.

“
I got to tell you Ty,”
she said, “pregnancy agrees with you. You still are hot and don’t
let the Nazi think otherwise.”

“
Gina, it’s not like that.
Trey and I can hardly keep our hands off each other. Speaking of
which, he found your Christmas present to me.”

“
Yeah and so?”

“
He thought I may have
complained to you that he lacked prowess or something,” I replied,
blushing.

“
He’s such a Republican,
isn’t he?” Gina laughed. “I bet he knows one position and one
position only,” she tsk’d at me.

“
Gina,” I protested, “Trey
fucks me seven ways from Sunday and it’s hot!”

“
I see,” she said,
smiling, “I get it. It’s all good.”

“
What?” I pressed, still
annoyed.

“
You love your man and
your man loves you. It’s all good. I’m happy for you,
sweetie.”