Baby Love (44 page)

"I did and he's fine with it," I replied smiling.

"No shit?  That's great."

"Well, listen we better shove off now.  The Hot Nazi has made it pretty clear he wants some alone time with you."

Tristan chuckled as he helped Gina on with her coat. I got the distinct impression that it was Gina who wanted some alone time with Tristan.

"What time does your flight leave in the morning Tristan?"

"Around 9 am," he said.  "Gina has the papers for you to sign and your check at the office."

"That's fine," I said.  "We are going to do our Black Friday shopping tomorrow so I can get it then.  When are you plans to come back to start the modifications to the club?"

"I have to get the staff started at the winery so it will be in about two weeks."

"You're welcome to stay here when you get back," I offered.

Gina shot me a dirty look.

(What the hell was that about?)

"Thanks Tylar," he said, giving me a brotherly hug.

"Thanksgiving was great," Gina said hugging me as well.

"I will see you tomorrow morning around nine or so after I drop Tristan at the airport.  Be ready to shop girlfriend."

"Always Gina," I said, closing the door behind them.

I went in showered, got in my jammies and crawled into bed.  I was exhausted.  Holidays seemed to do that to me.

Trey came in a few minutes later holding Preston who was in her pj's as well.

"Someone is asking for 'num-num," he said.

I held my arms out taking her from him and nestling her down beside me.

"I'm going to grab a shower babe.  I'm beat."

"Okay sweetie," I replied, lowering my nightgown and positioning Preston on her side next to me. 

She clamped down hard on my nipple her teeth making it painful."

"Ouch," I said, "That hurt."

Trey looked over at me as he was taking his boots off.

"She's starting to bite me with those sharp baby teeth," I laughed.

"Baby," he said.  "Why don't you consider weaning her entirely off the breast?  It would make things easier if we wanted to go away for a few days here and there."

"I will when she turns a year old Trey.  I want to continue until then at least a couple of times a day."

When Trey came to bed after his shower he found both Preston and I asleep.  He removed her from my arms to take her to her own bed.

When he returned he climbed into bed naked except for his boxers.  He immediately curled up next to me drawing me close to his warm body.  I had put my diaphragm in after my shower.

Trey was placing soft kisses on my face, neck and shoulders.  I pulled him down on top of me kissing his lips and allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.

"Is your diaphragm in baby?"

"It is," I replied, massaging his manhood that was quickly hardening between us.

"I've waited for this all day Mr. Sinclair," I said. 

The truth was that ever since Gina had told me how hot it was with Tristan and I saw her giddiness and Tristan's attentiveness to her, I had wanted some of that for myself.  Was it possible that Trey and I had fallen into a 'married rut'?  We made love and fucked all of the time.  I yearned for that 'just new' feeling though; the feeling that I had had with him after we first met; and then again after we had made love for the first time.  The feeling that there were still mysteries about each other to be solved.

"Really?" he asked as if surprised.

"Of course sweetheart," I said, kissing him and then pushing him back off me.

"Kneel in front of me Trey," I instructed.

He got a puzzled look on his face but did as I requested.  I crouched down in front of him taking his member into my mouth.  I sucked, licked swirled and completely sucked him to almost climax.  Trey was moaning and breathing heavily.

I turned around getting on my hands and knees and tilted my ass up into his face.

"Fuck me doggie-style baby," I said huskily.

Trey scooted towards me, placing one of his hands on my ass as he guided himself into me from behind.  My sex was totally wet for him.  He placed his left arm under my stomach to raise my ass up so that he could penetrate me deeply.

He rocked in and out of me in slow and deep rhythm; both of his hands were now on each cheek guiding himself in and out of me.

"Mmmm baby," he said, "I'm loving this."

His momentum picked up, his breathing ragged.  I was starting to quicken in this position that allowed a more unobstructed access to my sweet spot.  I tilted my ass up higher arching my back.

"Oh God keep going," I moaned as Trey slammed into me again and again.

I heard him moan and then he pulled my ass tight against his pelvis as his manhood throbbed and pulsated getting ready to spew his warm climax into me.  My orgasm exploded just then as I cried out and rolled my ass in a circular motion draining him of all of his love.

We collapsed down on the bed, thoroughly spent and exhausted from our lovemaking.  We were both panting.  Trey reached for my hand raising it to his lips and kissing it.

"What got into you Mrs. Sinclair?" Trey asked.  "That was absolutely wicked."

"I don't know," I answered.

"I just want to make sure that you and I don't get into a rut sexually."

Trey rose up, perching his head on his hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I just miss the butterflies I guess."

"The butterflies?  I don't understand."

I turned on my side facing him.  I ran my fingers through his 'just fucked' hair loving his looks.

"You know how it is when you first fall in love?  Everything is new and exciting; there's mystery and passion and  . . . butterflies flutter in your stomach."

"I see," he said, twisting a lock of my hair between his fingers. 

"So are you thinking that maybe Gina is feeling those butterflies now and you're not?"

"What are you talking about Trey," I asked sitting up in bed.

"Sweetie I know how you think.  It's obvious that Tristan and Gina are doing the mattress mumbo and she has probably filled you in on all of the lurid details making you think somehow our play in the bedroom is lacking.  I can tell you that it's not - at least from my perspective.  Are you not pleased?'

"Of course I am Trey.  I just want to make sure that we still love each other more than ever and that I still give you butterflies."

"I love you Tylar.  You make me happy in bed and happy in love.  I don't know what else to say."

"Just hold me Trey; hold me all night long while I sleep; and don't get any of your animalistic ideas," I whispered, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

CHAPTER 37

Gina and I were out with the masses doing our Black Friday shopping.  It was going to be so much fun having a baby to buy for this Christmas.  Gina and I both went overboard on Preston.  Gina managed to find a plush stuffed Santa that bellowed "Ho! Ho! Ho!" when his fat belly was pressed.

"Look Ty," she said "It's kind of like that ghost I bought her that screeched 'Boo!'

"Yes she loved that too."

Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her plush ghost for several weeks.  I had a sneaking suspicion Trey was behind the disappearance.

I bought Trey some new sweaters, another Atlanta Falcons jersey and a black wool dress coat.  I noticed Gina was looking at some Izod sweaters in the men's section at Dillard's.

"What are you looking for?" I asked her coyly.

"I was just thinking how great this color would look with Tristan's eyes," she replied pulling an emerald green sweater from the rack.

"So you and Tristan are exchanging gifts?"

"Why not?  We've been exchanging bodily fluids on a regular basis," she laughed.

"So what happened with you two last night?" I asked.

"We pulled an all night fuckfest."

"By the way," I said, "What was with the dirty look you gave me yesterday when I invited Tristan to stay with us when he's back in town in a couple of weeks?"

"Because I'm staying there and you just have the two bedrooms.  I don't want Trey knowing about Tristan and me as far as the physical relationship we have."

"Oh I see.  That's all it is then - a physical relationship."

"Yes I've explained that to you already."

"Well for your information Gina, Trey has already figured that part out."

"What?  How?"

"Hello?  It's a bit obvious with him calling you 'babe' and always touching you for gosh sakes."

Gina smiled as she decided to go with the green sweater for Tristan.  She could pretend all she wanted to that it was just a sexual relationship but I knew how she rolled. She was falling in love with him.

"Hey," she said, "So what's up for Christmas anyway?  Are you going up to Bristol?"

"I'm not sure yet.  I would kind of like to see if Trey would mind spending it in Baton Rouge with my dad.  He wants to see me and his grand-daughter."

"You know Ty, I think it is so fantastic that you found your dad.  Does it seem weird to have a dad after all of these years?"

"Well you know I always knew that I had one of course, but all I had to go on was Maggie's version of him which was another one of her fabrications.  I guess I like that fact that he is a good man.  I mean I filled you in on the specifics of their one and only night together."

"Yeah that was kind of a hoot.  It almost sounded like your mom kinda crushed on him even though she was pissed he took her cherry thinking she was a pro.  I bet he was good in bed and she liked it."

"Gina!  I can't think of him that way.  He's my father after all."

"Just saying,' she replied laughing.  "Hey what does he look like?"

"Well he is built slender; not as tall as Trey.  He has brown hair that is graying at the temples; his eyes are the same color as mine but they are very intense.  I mean I just saw him briefly.  I remember thinking he was nice-looking for an old guy."

"How old is he?"

"He's fifty."

"That's not really all that old Tylar.  It's like ten years older than Tristan."

"Hey so if Trey and I go there at Christmas then you and Tristan will have the apartment all to yourselves," I said, giving her a wink.

"I figure Tristan will be in Bristol with his family."

"What if he invites you there with him?"

"I doubt very much if that will happen.  One of us needs to be here to take care of the club, remember?"

Gina dropped me at the apartment when we finished shopping.  She said she wanted to take a nap before she went into work.

My Blackberry chimed when I was in the elevator on my way up to our floor.  It was Daniel.

"Hey," he said when I answered the call, "I just wanted to let you know that Maggie got here this morning.  She is buried next to our baby and I've ordered her a headstone.  She was 43 years old; soon to be 44 according to her records."

(Hmm - she had lied about her age just a tad - imagine that.)

"Have you gotten the results of her autopsy yet?"

"No Daniel, they said it could take up to six weeks.  I will let you know what it reveals though."

"I appreciate that Tylar.  They opened her casket for me when it arrived at the mortuary.  She looked good.  They did a nice job on her.  I had them buy a suit for her to wear.  I kissed her before the shut the casket.  Her skin was so cold."

His voice was cracking and I felt compassion for him to some degree.

"Daniel," I said gently, "Maggie loved you in the only way that she knew how.  She would want you to be happy again.  I hope you continue to straighten your life out; I hope you meet someone that you can love in a healthy way."

"Thanks Tylar," he said.  "Take care."

When I went into the apartment neither Trey nor Preston were anywhere around.  I carried my packages into our room and saw that Trey was stretched out on the bed watching television; Preston was curled up asleep beside him.

I put my bags in my closet and went over to him quietly.

"Hey you," I whispered leaning over to give him a kiss.  "Has she been good for you?"

"She just fell asleep a few minutes ago.  She has some really bad diarrhea going on.  I'm not sure what that is all about."

Trey had contacted her pediatrician earlier in the week to let him know about Maggie and the potential poisoning and the fact that she had breastfed Preston during those days she had her.

The pediatrician instructed Trey to follow back up with him once the post mortem report was released as to Maggie's cause of death.  In the interim he said that we shouldn't worry.  The fact that Preston had vomited after breastfeeding from her was indicative that the milk didn't agree with her system.  He said that since she has been healthy since her return it was highly unlikely she ingested anything harmful.