Maybe Baby Lite (64 page)

“
I was snooping,” I
confessed.

“
For what?”

“
My ring.”

He sat down on the bed
next to me, crossing his leg over, resting his ankle on his thigh.
“First of all, I wouldn’t hide your ring–if you're even getting
one–here in the bedroom. Secondly, why would you want to spoil a
surprise like that?”

“
I don’t know. I was
bored.”

He raked his hand through
his tousled hair.

“
Trey, why did you hide
the DVD under the mattress?”

He looked sheepish and a
tad uncomfortable, “I wanted to make sure that it didn’t get mixed
in with any of my other DVDs by accident.”

“
That's so much bullshit
and you know it,” I laughed. “Who else lives here that could
accidently come upon it?”

I actually think I saw a
blush cross his handsome face. “Just never mind,” he replied,
sternly. “No more snooping, understood?”

I was feeling dangerous so
I crawled up next to him on the bed. He glanced over at me warily,
knowing that I wasn’t yet finished with the subject of our X-rated
DVD.

“
Tell me the truth, have
you watched that DVD while you masturbated?”

“
Would you have preferred
me watching porn or maybe fucking Charlotte instead?"

“
I don’t
think
so,” I replied
curtly.

“
What are
you
going to do about
it,
Ms
. Preston?”
he challenged, emphasizing the ‘Ms.’

“
You’re going to fuck me
right now, Mr. Sinclair,” I said, pulling my clothes off as quickly
as I could.

“
Oh, am I now?” he purred,
arching an eyebrow.

“
Yes. You're mine and no
one else’s and you'll prove it. Get naked.”

He removed his tie and
shirt, unbuckled his belt, released the button on his trousers and
pulled them off, never taking his eyes from mine.

This is so
sexy.

His hard cock strained
against his silk boxers, eager for me. With his bare feet he shoved
his boxers down and reclined on his back, his head propped up on
his double row of bed pillows. One arm was crooked underneath his
head and he smiled at me leisurely. I straddled him with my pelvis
over his face. I arched my back so that my sex was well within
tongue’s length of him. His free hand gripped my ass and hungrily
pulled me into his mouth. His hot, searing mouth was on me in an
instant; his tongue invaded my folds, swirling and dipping into
every layer of my sex. His hand kneaded my hips, moving between my
legs to gently insert a finger into my wet and flexing orifice. In
and out, in and out his fingers moved, circling and thrusting
against that very special spot deep inside.

I moaned with need. I
wanted to possess him fully. I moved down, putting my hand around
the girth of his shaft. I poised myself directly over his rigid
shaft, and then slowly settled myself down onto it until he was
fully inside. I rose up on him, and then plunged down, again and
again.

“
This belongs to me Trey,”
I said, as I rode him up and down, again and again watching the
pure pleasure I was giving him, feeling my muscle squeezing his
shaft with each upward pull. Trey’s fingers were now on my clitoris
gently squeezing and rolling it between thumb and
forefinger.

He moaned again and again
as I quickened my rhythm. Arching my back, I pressed my fingers
into his perineum, stroking the sensitive area with increased
pressure.

“
I’m ready to come, baby,”
he said, hoarsely.

“
Come for me, Trey,” I
coaxed.

He rocked me back and
forth with his thrusts; I felt the heat in my core spreading,
tipping me over the edge into perfect orgasmic oblivion. I felt the
gush of my ejaculation pour out onto him. Trey stiffened, crying
out my name. His cock throbbed as his ejaculation pulsated out into
me again and again and again. He shuddered as he totally emptied
himself, drawing me down to lay against his chest and feel his
heart beating for me.

“
I love you,
Trey.”

“
I love you,
Tylar.”

We lay like this, totally
spent from our lovemaking. I was still on top of Trey; he was still
inside me. We both felt the baby move at the same time.

“
I think we may have
awoken someone,” he laughed.

I eased off of Trey and
lay beside him. Trey moved his hand to my abdomen. “There he is
again,” Trey said, excitedly.

“
So you
do
want a boy,” I said,
my head propped up on my elbow watching his delighted
expression.

“
I'll be ecstatic no
matter what the sex is. I just don’t like referring to the baby as
‘it,’” he explained. I felt the same way.

“
By the way,” he said,
kissing my nose, “I made an appointment for you the Wednesday we
get back with a local doctor Janice recommended.

I was pleased Trey had
taken care of that. “That’s fine,” I replied, “Do you have his card
or anything?”

“
Actually, I have all of
the information on my phone. I’d like to go with you to your
appointments if you have no objection.”

“
Of course not,” I
replied, “but what if you're tied up in court?”

“
I’ll have Tonya schedule
them around my court dates. No worries.”

“
Trey, how soon did you
plan on letting everyone at the firm know that I’m pregnant? They
don’t even know we’re engaged yet.”

“
I figure they can find
out at the same time,” he grinned.

I didn’t particularly find
the humor in that.

“
Oh come on,” he said,
“That’s what they're all going to think anyway. Why would that
possibly bother you?”

“
I don’t know. It just
does. It makes me feel trashy. Like my mom.”

“
That’s nonsense, Tylar.
You’re nothing like her and you need to shed those self-doubts.
Even if people are petty enough to make that assumption, they'll
soon see how much I love you. If they know me at all, they know
that I’m not one to be trapped. If that fails, well, we can always
show them our porn video.”

“
Very funny, Trey,” I
replied, “you laugh now but that might’ve come close to being
reality.”

Trey frowned. “Yes, and
I’d feel much better if my investigator could find your mother.
She’s still out there.”

“
You know, if she’s
pregnant, you’d think she’d want to be close to Daniel. I mean
she’s almost 42 years old. It still blows me away that she’d have
another child after all those years of neglecting me.”

“
She’ll turn up,” Trey
assured me. “Let’s think about something more pleasant, shall
we?”

Trey and I showered
together and I helped him pack for our trip to Bristol. I asked him
questions about his brothers. Nigel, the eldest, was named after
Clive’s father who passed away in England years before; the next
younger was Tristan. Both brothers lived in California. Trey said
he'd never been very close to them, mainly due to distance and
their age differences. He made no secret of the fact that Nigel’s
wife, Caroline, was a true bitch. He told me that if she gave me
any attitude whatsoever, I was to give it right back. If I felt
like I couldn’t, he said I was to let him know and he
would.

I asked Trey how Susan
felt about Caroline. He said that his mother loved all of her sons
and that out of respect for them she would never make waves. He
said Caroline had loved Tess like a younger sister.

There was that name again.
I asked Trey if he'd heard anything from Tess and he said hadn't
returned her call. He mentioned we could run into her over the
holidays if she was visiting her family in Bristol.

This could prove
interesting I thought.

Trey and I set out early
for the drive to Bristol. I brought my collection of Christmas
music to play on the trip to nudge my Trey into the Christmas
spirit. I bought each of us red stocking Santa hats with little
bells on the end. I made the rule that we had to wear them until we
reached his parents’ house. That got a major eye roll out of Trey,
but he complied.

Within 20 minutes of
leaving Atlanta, I'd fallen back to sleep. When I awoke it was
light out and Trey was pulling into the parking lot of a Jerry’s
J-Boy Restaurant. I loved Jerry’s and he knew it.

“
Well, so much for us
singing Christmas carols the whole trip, Ms. Sleepyhead,” he
teased, flicking the bell on my Santa cap. Trey started to remove
his hat.

“
No, no,” I said, staying
his arm, “we agreed to wear these hats the whole trip and that
includes stops along the way.”

“
Tylar,” he gave me his
warning tone, “there was no agreement. You just made up this silly
rule. I’d prefer not to wear this into the restaurant if you don’t
mind.”

“
But I do mind. We’re
going to have the Christmas spirit the whole way there,” I said,
wagging my finger. Trey heaved a heavy sigh and pushed his hat back
down.

“
Just sit anywhere,” the
waitress called out, her hands clutching three glasses of water as
she headed to a booth. Our bells jingled as we slid into a booth.
Other patrons smiled as we passed.

“
See Trey,” I said as we
sat down, “people appreciate holiday cheer. It’s the one day of the
year that makes up for all the rest of them. It’s nice to get
started a little early.”

“
Anything you say, Tylar,”
Trey answered smiling. His eyes were warm as he took my hand into
his. “Just think, next year we’ll have a seven-month-old baby to
spoil at Christmas.”

“
I know,” I sighed, “I can
hardly wait. I think he’ll have some grandparents eager to spoil
him too.”

“
That’s a given,
Tylar.”

Our waitress approached
our table warmly. “Hi y’all, I’m Rowena and can take your order
whenever you’re ready.” She glanced at Trey’s handsome face as he
pondered the menu. She smiled, resting her hands on her generous
hips. “Well if you two aren’t just as cute as Christmas,” she said,
playfully flipping at the bell on Trey’s hat. “What can I get for
you
Mr. Santa
?”
Her voice was thick with flirtation.

Hello? He's with
someone!

Her eyes never left Trey,
which was fairly typical when we went out. I was actually starting
to get used to it. Trey always appeared impassive to it, unless our
server happened to be a male and flirted with me, of
course.

“
Tylar, go ahead,” Trey
said looking up, forcing the waitress to focus on me. I ordered a
waffle with sausage, juice, and milk. Trey ordered coffee, bacon,
and eggs. She flitted off to put our order in. I rolled my eyes at
Trey.

“
What?” he asked, feigning
ignorance.

“
You can take that hat off
it if you want,” I said, “it seems to be drawing unwanted
attention.”

“
I hadn’t noticed,” he
laughed as I rolled my eyes at him.

Rowena was back with the
coffee pot. She leaned her cleavage over Trey as she poured coffee
into his mug. “Cream, sugar?” she gushed at him.

“
No, black is fine,” Trey
replied ignoring her flirtation.

“
Excuse me, may I please
have my orange juice.”

“
Sure, honey,” she
replied, not taking her eyes off of Trey.

I was fuming and Trey knew
it. He found my jealousy somewhat amusing and I was finding the
waitress’s audacity unacceptable. Trey sipped his coffee, watching
me thoughtfully.

“
So what time do you think
we'll get to Bristol?” I asked, trying to divert my own attention
away from Rowena.

Trey checked his Rolex.
“We’ve got another three hours. We’ll be there by noon.”

“
Good,” I replied, “I want
to get some shopping in today. You need to help me pick out stuff
for your mom and dad. Are we exchanging with your brothers and
Caroline?”

“
I suppose so, we usually
do. Perhaps we can find some sort of a jeweled muzzle for
Caroline,” he said, frowning.

“
She can’t be all that
bad, Trey.”

With an arched eyebrow, he
gave me a “wanna-bet” look.

“
Did you get along with
her when you were with Tess?”

“
Not really. Caroline took
advantage of the fact that Tess was younger and impressionable. She
liked having someone look up to her. In exchange, many of
Caroline’s shallow values were impressed upon Tess. I’m sure that
they still stay in touch. Caroline is an only child and Tess never
had a sister, so they feel some sort of faux sibling
connection.”

“
How did your mother feel
about Tess?”

“
Mom loved Tess. I mean,
we were together for several years starting back in high school.
Mom never had a daughter so Tess filled that void in some ways. Mom
never bonded with Caroline. Tess was someone who shared confidences
with my mother; they traveled together to visit me when I was at
Oxford.”