Be My Baby (19 page)

"I want you so much, baby," he said patting
my skin softly with the towel to dry it off.

He placed me on the edge of the bed in a
sitting position.

He knelt in front of me and spread my legs,
lifting one and then the other to rest on each of his shoulders. He
buried his damp face into the apex between my legs. His lips and
tongue worked their magic as my hands fisted in his thick hair. I
moaned softly as his tongue flickered over the soft folds and
rolled onto my clitoris.

"Did he do this to you, baby? Did he put his
mouth and his tongue on you, like I am?"

(Oh shit! This was not my imagination. What
the hell was I supposed to say?)

Trey stopped what he was doing. I looked
down at him and into his smoldering eyes. He wanted an answer.

"I'm waiting for an answer Tylar," he
prodded gently. "As soon as you provide one, I will start
pleasuring you again."

"Trey," I replied my voice quivered with
emotion, "You aren't serious about wanting to know this are
you?"

"I have to know, baby. It's killing me not
to know. Now answer my question. Did he put his mouth on your sweet
pussy?"

My cheeks flushed with shame and
embarrassment. This was painful. Should I lie?

"Yes, Trey. Yes, he did," I answered
honestly.

As promised, Trey went back to pleasuring me
orally. His tongue flicked inside and out of the soft folds of my
sex. He gently inserted a finger inside of me; I was wet with
anticipation."

"Did he fuck you with his fingers,
Tylar?"

"No, Trey; he did not," I replied, a tear
running down my cheek.

Trey continued with his gentle and precise
fingering; he placed the palm of his other hand against the outside
of my pelvic region, applying slight pressure to where his finger
was inside of me.

Oh God, my sweet spot swelled in response to
his expertise. I writhed beneath his touch; I ached for his manhood
to be inside of me. I moaned in exquisite pleasure.

"Did he make you moan, baby? Tell me the
truth."

"No, Trey; I did not moan for him."

"Good girl," he replied seeming genuinely
pleased.

Trey pulled me up into his strong arms. He
placed his knee on the bed and laid me back against the
pillows.

"How did he fuck you?" he asked. His
sapphire blue eyes were bright with lust and with anger.

"Trey - I don't think--"

"I
asked
you how he fucked you," he
repeated, louder this time.

"Was he on top of you?"

I looked up at Trey and felt fearful for the
first time ever. I nodded my head affirmatively.

"Well, let's see if I can oblige you much
better than he did," he said softly.

Trey placed his hand on his very erect shaft
and separated my legs with the other. He guided his manhood into me
with one strong thrust, burying himself inside of me deeply.

I cried out in pain, but pleasure was soon
to follow. He talked softly to me then as his hips gyrated in
circular motions and he flexed in and out of me more gently.

"Ohh baby," he rasped and then moaned with
pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, Tylar."

I met his thrusts with my own and I could
tell he was quickening to orgasm. It was if picturing me with the
'other man' whose name he didn't even know had somehow excited
him.

"Did you fuck him back like you're fucking
me right now Tylar? Don't lie to me."

(Holy shit! How do I answer that question?
Danny wasn't inside of me all that long; but I did recall meeting
his thrusts briefly until I pushed him away.)

"Sort of Trey," I answered honestly.

Trey stopped immediately and raised my hips
up; he smacked my ass hard with the palm of his hand.

(What the hell??)

"That is not an answer Tylar. I want a 'yes'
or 'no' to these questions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Okay," he said now ramping
up into his 'interrogation' tone. "Let me
repeat
the question. Did
you
fuck him back when
his dick was inside of you?"

"Yes Trey," I answered starting to
whimper.

"Did he like it, Tylar? Did he moan for
you?"

"Yes, Trey," I replied, more tears coming
down my cheeks.

Trey's rhythm increased as he continued
plunging in and out of me; my sweet spot was swelling as it did for
him and only him.

"Did
you
like it Tylar? Did you moan
for
him
?"

"No, Trey," I answered truthfully; I was
thankful that it was the truth. Somehow I bet that he would have
known the difference.

"Did he come for you Tylar?"

"No, Trey."

"Don't lie," he said, gritting his teeth as
his hips rotated in a circular motion.

I was moaning loudly now at the pleasure
Trey was giving me.

"It's the truth," I rasped.

"Did you come for him, Tylar?"

"No, Trey. I did not," I replied.

I pulled his face to mine, covering him with
kisses. My lips found his; I wanted to silence his questions. They
were painful to me. This orgasm was about us. It was not about
Danny.

He was moaning now; he told me that I was
his and only his. He asked me to repeat it. I did so gladly.

We reached our peak together; crying out and
clutching each other in a frenzy of passion and lust. I felt my wet
ejaculate release as I moaned and whimpered in pleasure. I felt
Trey stop his thrusting as the familiar throbbing of his manhood
prepared for release.

"What's his name?" he
rasped, trying to hold his orgasm in check until he knew. "What's
his
fucking
name?"

"Danny Duvall," I whimpered. My orgasm
finished as his exploded inside of me.

CHAPTER 15

Karla's office hadn't changed a bit since I
had last been to see her. It seemed like ages ago even though it
was only last year. So much had happened. Her receptionist had
insisted I fill out a new sheet so that significant events that had
taken place since my last visit were properly recorded. I suspected
Karla reviewed the notes before she came into the room.

My suspicions were correct when she entered
her office several minutes later shaking her head.

"Wow - lots of stuff happening since we last
talked," she acknowledged reaching for my hand.

I shook her hand and offered her a weak
smile. She didn't know the half of it. I was grateful that the form
didn't allow for a lot of details. I suppose that's what we would
get to during our conversation.

"First off Tylar, I would like to extend my
condolences to both you and Trey at the loss of your baby. I'm sure
that was the most traumatic of the events over this past year or
more."

"Yes, it has been tough. But I mean, those
things happen, I've been told."

"Yes, they do, but I guess I can't fathom
anything worse than for a parent to bury a child," she said,
adjusting her reading glasses to peruse the second page of the
form.

"Well to be honest, Karla. It really didn't
feel as if I was burying a child."

She sat back and studied me for a moment.
She clasped her hands together resting them in her lap.

"Tell me what it felt like, Tylar."

"It was more of like I miscarried late in
the game. I mean, it was a stillbirth. The baby never breathed
outside of my body."

"Let's see," she said, picking up the form
again and glancing at it. "You were nearly seven months along in
the gestation. The survival rate is fairly high that far
along."

"I would prefer not to debate it, Karla. I
am simply telling you how I felt, that's all."

"That's fine," she replied, picking up her
pen to make

a note. I could imagine what she was jotting
down in her notebook:

'Patient feels minimal remorse for loss of
child.'

"I mean I am not trying to say that I wasn't
saddened by our loss; I just don't necessarily feel that it is why
I feel the need to start therapy with you again."

"I understand," she replied. "Tylar, why
don't you tell me what you feel are the reasons that you are
seeking therapy again?"

I told her what had happened with Trey and I
growing apart during my pregnancy; the incident I had witnessed
between Trey and Amber; and our subsequent separation and my
involvement with Danny Duvall.

"So admittedly, your pregnancy this time was
much different than the one with Preston had been?"

"Oh, absolutely," I confirmed. "I felt sick
the majority of the time; I was tired and had no sexual appetite
whatsoever. It was very hard on Trey."

"It sounds as if it was very hard on you,"
she commented scribbling her notes.

"Was Trey supportive of you during this
time?"

"Well sure, you know as much as he could've
been what with his law practice in the city and all. He made sure
that Jean got moved in right away so that she could look after
Preston and the house."

"How else did he support you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Karla. Trey
works fifty to sixty hours a week. Even when he's home he brings
work with him. He was very sympathetic about my condition."

"Now that's an interesting way to put
it."

(Oh good Lord - what psychological bell or
whistle had I set off now with that simple statement?)

"What do you mean?" I asked, watching her
scribble.

"Well you used the word 'sympathetic' to
describe Trey's reaction to your difficult pregnancy."

"Well he was very sympathetic. Is that
wrong?"

"No, not at all," she smiled. "I just
wondered why you didn't use the word 'empathetic' instead."

"Well come on, Karla; they practically mean
the same thing."

"But there is a difference and you get that,
right?"

I was getting irritated with her patronizing
attitude towards me. Was this some test of my scholarly
ability?

"Yes, yes," I halfway snapped. "I know the
difference."

"Explain it to me, please."

(My God! She was treating me like a
student!)

I rolled my eyes before answering. She
caught it, I could tell.

"Sympathy is feeling sorry or having pity
for someone that is experiencing something that the person who is
sympathizing can't relate to at the moment. Empathy is more like
feeling what that person is feeling; placing yourself in that
person's place as much as possible and feeling it with them."

"Very good. So you chose 'sympathetic' on
purpose?"

"Yes, Karla."

"When was the last time that you and Trey
took a vacation away from everyone, other than each other."

I didn't have to think for more than a
nanosecond.

"Our two-day honeymoon."

"Yes, I think I recalled in my notes that
Trey felt that was a stressor for you because of having to leave
the baby."

"That's right."

"So, does Trey have vacation from his
practice? Do you have the opportunity of spending some alone time
away from everything?"

"Trey mostly takes a day here or there when
he needs to. I mean we've had a lot going on, so I guess to answer
your question, it has never come up. He is a senior partner and
it's demanding. Then when they hired Amber, he had to spend even
more time mentoring her as a junior partner. I mean the success of
the firm is dependent upon how successful each partner is in
billing hours and reaching favorable settlements."

"Very good," she said smiling.

(Very good what?)

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You've got it all down pat as far as what
Trey's priorities have been."

(She was starting to really piss me
off!)

"He's my husband. I understand his career.
He has given me free reign to have one of my own."

"Tell me about your career, Tylar."

"I handle the horses at our ranch. I worked
with Marcus to get licensed for boarding and breeding."

"Worked, as in past tense?" she asked.

"Well, I had to take the last couple of
months during my pregnancy off when I was just so tired; then after
I recovered I went back to it for a few weeks. Then Trey and I
separated for a few weeks and we just reconciled this past week. So
I will be jumping back into it now that I'm home."

"I'll tell you what, give me the details on
what caused the separation between you and Trey, so that I can make
notes. Then what led up to the reconciliation. I want time to
digest this before our next visit. I'm sure that I will have some
questions. "

(Oh I was absolutely sure that she
would…)

I filled her in on the basic information
relative to Amber and Trey's making out; my escape to my father's
home where I proceeded to act out my lost youth, and then what
transpired with Trey and I after that. I didn't give her any
information about Trey's questioning me in bed about what Danny did
or didn't do. I decided to save that tidbit for our next visit. I
was sure her questioning would uncover it without my offering it
up.

Karla instructed me to schedule another
appointment one-on-one before she would decide as to whether she
wanted to counsel Trey and I as a couple. I thought that this was a
bit strange, but it was her practice I suppose to handle however
she wished.

I called Gina from my Blackberry on my way
home. I confirmed that Trey and I would be meeting her and Tristan
for his birthday night out tomorrow. I asked her if she and Tristan
had booked the cruise yet that we had given him for Christmas.

"No girlfriend - with everything that
happened right after that it's been impossible. It expires at year
end too."