Maybe Baby Lite (69 page)

“
I see you have me totally
naked now,” I whispered.

“
Um hmm,” he replied, his
lips playing on mine.

“
Aren’t you going to take
your pants off?”

“
I have a fly on them,” he
replied, my lips feeling the smile spread across his
lips.

“
It might be nice if one
of these times you made love to me with your pants off, Trey,” I
commented in a faux stern tone.

“
I’ll be glad to,” he
remarked, pulling the drawstring and tugging his pants down and
off. He kicked the covers down as we heated up. His strong hands
explored my body, massaging my flesh, kissing my lips, my neck, and
then my breasts. His tongue swirled ever so gently around my
nipples, teasing them with his lips. When he took a nipple into his
mouth, he sucked it very gently, his hands moving to my pussy to
explore. His fingers expertly explored the soft folds of my sex,
plying gently the hood of my clitoris, sending gentle shock waves
of pleasure through me.

His tongue traced a path
from my breasts to my belly. Stopping there, he kissed my rounded
belly, his left hand gently rubbing the area, his right hand
pleasuring me lower. I moaned as his fingers probed my very
sensitive core, causing my sweet spot to swell with desire. My hips
moved against his hand, his palm was now pressed firmly against my
clitoris as both of his middle fingers were inside me, probing and
playing. I was soaked.

His mouth moved to my
pussy, gently kissing the soft folds, his tongue washing over my
clitoris in circular motions, licking and circling over it again
and again. His tongue darted inside of me, his fingers pressing
upward, his thumb gently brushing against my clitoris.

“
You taste so sweet,
Tylar,” he whispered.

My hips flexed harder
against him now, wanting him inside of me. Trey could read my
body’s every movement. He knew what I needed without my having to
ask.

“
I know, Tylar, I know
what you want. I want it too.” He rose up, spreading my legs with
his knees, and positioned himself between them. He put his hand on
his cock and leaned forward, straightening his legs out. He guided
his shaft inside of me, slowly and gently filling me. I moaned with
pleasure, reveling in the feel of him. My arms wrapped around him,
drawing him closer. His thrusts were slow and gentle. Trey was
taking his time, pleasuring me with his love and his passion. He
rocked his hips back and forth, fully and deeply inside me. I
arched my back, flexing my hips, meeting his thrusts with total
abandonment. I moaned against his lips, my orgasm
building.

“
God, I love being inside
of you, Tylar,” he breathed against my lips. “I love making love to
every part of you. I love knowing that you're mine.”

My hands moved lower to
his buttocks as he started lifting up and rotating his hips. I
relished feeling his muscles flex with each thrust. Our rhythm was
perfect, but then it always had been. I could feel my muscles
clenching him. Trey moaned with every thrust as he came closer to
the edge.

“
Does that feel good? Are
you going to come for me like a good girl?”

“
Oh, Trey” I mewled, my
orgasm ready to unfold, “this is so hot, please don’t
stop.”

“
That’s it Tylar,” he
crooned softly, “That’s my girl.” He rocked back and forth into me,
again and again. His kisses were now becoming more urgent and
hungry; his tongue swirled with mine as he moaned huskily against
my mouth. The headboard softly banged against the wall in rhythm
with our thrusting. Nothing outside of our two-person world
registered in my mind, it was devoid of everything apart from Trey
and the love we made at this moment. He whispered his love for me
again and again as I met each thrust.

Somewhere in another world
I could hear the sound of raised voices, arguing, slamming doors. I
pushed it from my mind. All that mattered was the unraveling of my
orgasm, Trey’s perfect thrusts, my pulsating G-spot begging for
release. His rhythm picked up just a bit as we prepared for our
final descent into mutual ecstasy. He was the master pilot of my
body, an expert on my instrumentation.

Our door suddenly flew
open, the overhead light flashed on. A female voice screeched at
us. “Oh my God! Is that all you two ever do? Fuck like rabbits? How
in the hell is anyone else supposed to sleep with you two next
door? Find a fucking motel!”

What the hell?

Trey was up and off the
bed in an instant, standing there in all of his erected glory. I
watched in horror as Caroline stared at Trey. Her eyes widened as
they lowered to the expanse of his fully erect cock that was
glistening with my wetness. She didn’t attempt to look away from
it. Trey furiously pointed at the door.

“
God damn it! Get the fuck
out of here, Caroline!” he yelled. She tried to gain some
composure, obviously very drunk. “Nigel! Come get your fucking
wife!”

Oh God! Trey is going to
wake the whole house!

I buried myself under the
covers, sobbing uncontrollably. I'd never felt so humiliated and
disrespected. Trey angrily slammed and locked our bedroom door. I
could hear Nigel trying to shush Caroline in the hallway. She was
relentless.

“
Maybe if you were hung
like your baby brother, Nigel, I’d be pregnant by now,” she hissed.
I heard the sound of a slap.

“
You son of a bitch!” she
shrieked. I wasn’t sure who slapped whom.

Oh my God. I'm going to be
sick.

Trey was at the side of
the bed, trying to coax me out from under the covers. I felt the
bile rise up in my throat. I threw the covers back and ran naked
into the bathroom. I slammed the lid back against the toilet tank
and sank to my knees. I leaned over and vomited violently into the
toilet. Trey was there, holding my hair back as I continued to
heave and retch.

“
I’m so sorry baby,” he
said, wiping my face with a washcloth, “this is entirely my fault.
I should have locked that goddamn door. I'm so, so
sorry.”

By the time I was done
vomiting, I had a searing headache. I wasn’t sure that I could even
take anything for it. Trey dressed me in my panties and pajamas. I
remained in a silent stupor. He led me back to the bedroom, lifting
me up into the bed, pulling the covers up around me. He found his
drawstring pants on the floor, pulling them up over his nakedness.
He brought me a glass of water and he pressed a damp washcloth to
my forehead. Trey climbed up in the bed on top of the covers. He
lay on his side, keeping the cold compress on my forehead, gently
pushing my hair back behind my ears.

“
Tylar are you going to
talk to me?” he asked gently, his eyes filled with remorse and
concern. My voice quivered with shame and embarrassment. I didn’t
understand why I should be feeling those things.

“
We can’t stay with her
here in this house,” I moaned, tears spilling again. “I can’t face
any of your family after what happened tonight. Please,
Trey!”

“
Tylar,” he said, leaning
over me, “it’s after midnight on Christmas morning. There's no
place to take you right now. Everything will be all right. I
promise. That bitch won’t speak another word to you. I’ll talk to
Nigel right now if you want.”

“
No,” I said, sharply,
“don’t leave me, Trey. Besides, I think Nigel has his hands
full.”

“
Try and sleep, sweetie.
I’m right here and I’m not going to sleep until I know that you
can, okay?”

I nodded, closing my
swollen eyes.

“
I love you, Tylar. Please
forgive me for her.”

“
I love you Trey. I don’t
blame you for this,” I sniffled, placing his hand against my
cheek.

I slowly woke on Christmas
morning with Trey curled around me. The body heat he generated was
making me almost uncomfortable. My empty stomach growled. I tried
to carefully scoot out from under Trey without disturbing him. He
looked so handsome and innocent when he slept. I wasn’t sure where
the innocence came from, certainly not from his sexual boldness.
Then the replay of the previous night came crashing down around
me.

“
Oh noooo,” I moaned,
squeezing my eyes shut, trying to force the images from my mind.
Trey stirred, opening his eyes and immediately turning to
me.

“
Are you all right,
Tylar?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“
I just remembered last
night. Maybe it was a nightmare?”

“
You know Tylar,” he said
gently, “we've no reason to feel ashamed about last night.
Caroline’s behavior was completely out of line and she’ll be the
one who feels sheepish about showing her face around the family
today. We've no reason to feel uncomfortable.”

“
If you think for one
flippin’ minute I’d step foot out of this room today to face your
family after that horrific scene last night, you don’t know how I
roll.”

“
Be reasonable, Tylar,” he
said, sitting up now. “I doubt if anyone is even aware of what
happened, other than Nigel.”

“
I don’t care, Trey. It’s
not that she just walked in on us and made those crude statements
at the top of her voice, but she stood there ogling your junk and
then made that hateful remark to your brother! On top of that, she
was getting her digs in at me all afternoon yesterday and the only
people who actually tried to diffuse the situation were your mother
and Tristan. I didn’t hear you step in.”

I pulled the covers off
and got out of bed, going to Trey’s massive closet to get my
clothes. Trey was right behind me. I'd riled him up but I didn’t
care. I felt that if he'd put Caroline in her place earlier she
might have thought twice about crashing into our bedroom and making
a scene at the worst possible time.

“
Wait one second, Tylar,”
he said. “I took the high road yesterday even though I was just as
pissed as you at her rudeness. I did that for the family, for Mom
and Dad. We’ve been exposed to Caroline’s outbursts for years. It’s
just something that has to be tolerated. She’s not going to change.
She’s after all, my brother’s wife. I’m sorry if you felt that I
didn’t defend your honor by exchanging barbs with her.”

I whirled around in the
closet to face him, angrier than ever. “I see,” I said very
quietly, checking my emotions, “you did that for the family. Who am
I to you then Trey? My feelings—they don’t matter?” I grabbed my
clothes and underwear, heading for the bathroom. Trey caught my arm
but I shook free.

“
Tylar,” his voice was
taking on a trace of condescension now, “I didn’t mean it like
that. You misunderstood me.”

“
There was no
misunderstanding, Trey. For the record, I don’t think for a minute
that you were taking the high road. I think you were taking the
path of least resistance, and in this case it caused me to be
insulted and hurt. I guess now I see how
you
roll. Merry Christmas!” I shut
the bathroom door behind me, turning the lock. I heard him curse
under his breath and smack the door with his hand, cursing again. I
showered quickly and got dressed for the day.

When I returned to the
bedroom, Trey was sulking, giving me the silent treatment. That was
fine with me. He had his clothes in his arms, and entered the
bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

Really Trey?

I fished my phone out of
my purse and called Gina. She picked up after the first
ring.

“
Merry Christmas,
Ty!”

“
Oh Gina,” I said,
dissolving into tears.

When she finally calmed me
down, I shared with her the story.

“
That's fucked up on so
many levels,” she replied. “Listen Ty, do you want me to call Aunt
Becky? I’m sure she’d love some company today. It’s just her and my
grouchy uncle.”

“
I don’t know Gina. Part
of me doesn’t want Caroline to think she ran me off, but the other
part of me just doesn’t feel like being messed with on
Christmas.”

“
Go with the second
option, Ty. You have a baby to think about. All that puking and
stress last night certainly isn’t good.”

She was right; I suddenly
realized that I hadn’t felt the baby move since last night’s chaos.
This brought a fresh flow of tears.

“
What now? What’s wrong?”
Gina was worried.

“
I haven’t felt the baby
move since all of this happened,” I squeaked in a high-pitched
voice.

“
Listen to me. I'm hanging
up the phone and I'm calling my aunt, okay? You stay put and I'll
call you back in three minutes, I promise.”

Moments later Gina called
to report that Becky was on her way to get me. Gina ordered me to
take a day of rest with her aunt and get some perspective. I knew
that Trey would be pissed, but for right now, he wasn't my first
priority. My little baby was my first priority. I could hear the
shower still running in the bathroom. Trey would be another 20
minutes. I pulled a hoodie on over my head, threw my phone and
charger into my purse, and slipped out of the house. I met Becky in
the driveway and we sped off. I apologized profusely for disturbing
her on Christmas.