Maybe Baby Lite (55 page)

Swiftly, Trey tossed me
across his bed. He put my feet on his shoulders and entered me
gently at first. I could feel him getting larger as he built
momentum and plunged himself into me again and again. I met him
thrust for thrust, my pelvis meeting his. I cried for
release.

“
Come on Tylar,” Trey
coaxed, “I need you to squeeze my cock and make me
come.”

As if on command, I
contracted around him, squeezing and gripping, the surge of
pleasure exploded in each of us as we climaxed around each other.
Our orgasms continued to spill out; I moaned and shuddered as I
felt Trey’s final spasm subside.

Raising himself up and out
of me, Trey flopped down beside me on the bed. His forearm rested
on his brow, his breathing regulated. I propped my head on my hand
to watch him. He seemed to be deep in thought or bothered. I wasn’t
sure which.

“
Hey you,” I said, “why so
quiet
now
?"

He turned to me, moving
his arm underneath his head. “When do you see your doctor
again?”

“
In another week or so,
why?”

“
Will you ask him if it’s
okay that we have sex so much?”

“
First of all, my doctor
is a ‘she’ and why would you think that having sex is not
okay?”

“
Just humor me, please?
Find out if you having orgasms could be dangerous or start
premature labor, all right?”

Holy Hell! He's not taking
my O's away!

“
Trey - why don’t you look
online? That question's embarrassing.”

“
Everything you find
online isn't necessarily accurate, Tylar. Please just ask
her?”

“
Yes sir,” I said now
clearly irritated with him.

“
Oh damn,” I said,
glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “I’ve got to dry my hair
and get ready. Gina's going to be here. We’re shopping
today.”

“
What?” he asked following
me into the bathroom. “How’d I not know about this until
now?”

I shrugged my robe on.
Trey was still naked and stood with his hands on his hips waiting
for an answer. “Don’t be mad,” I said, brushing past him with the
blow dryer. “It’s just shopping, Trey. Christmas is just around the
corner, you know?”

“
I thought this weekend
was to be about you and me spending it together.”

Now he was laying a nice
little guilt trip on me. It might've worked if he hadn't spent so
much time in the study on his laptop or phone so far. I plugged the
blow dryer in, searching for my comb and detangler.

“
I can’t shop for you when
you’re with me,” I pointed out. I started combing through my hair,
watching him in the mirror. He did look genuinely disappointed.
“Listen, I can be back whenever you say. Did you have plans for us
today?”

“
I thought we’d watch some
football then go to dinner at Morelli’s.”

“
Why don’t you and your
dad watch football? We can still go to dinner at Morelli’s. I’ll be
back way before then.”

He nodded, “Promise me
that you won’t let Gina talk you into another piercing or maybe a
tattoo this time?”

“
I promise Trey,” I
replied, saluting him.

“
And don’t forget it,” he
warned, cocking an eyebrow at me as he lathered his perfect face
and started to shave.

I snickered to myself,
turning on the blow dryer to style my hair. I dressed in jeans, a
dark brown sweater, and my side-zippered boots. Trey emerged from
his closet, looking impeccable as usual. He wore jeans and a dark
emerald green pullover sweater.

“
You look very handsome,
Trey,” I said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. He seemed a
little pouty still. He put his arms around me, one of his hands
gently tugging at my ponytail.

“
You know I can’t resist
you when you bounce around in a ponytail like that,” he
teased.

Smiling flirtatiously, I
traced his chin with my index finger. “Maybe I don’t want you to
resist me.”

“
That reminds me,” he
interrupted, releasing his hold, “don’t forget to call your doctor
to let her know about fainting yesterday, okay? And ask about that
other thing.”

“
'I'll call her,” I
groaned, taking my phone from the nightstand, “But I’m not asking
about sex.”

I spoke with my doctor’s
nurse, explaining about my fainting spell. I answered several of
her questions. She promised to get with the doctor and call
back.

Gina picked me up at 11
a.m. and we headed to the Bristol Mall. It was packed with Black
Friday shoppers. I couldn’t pass up a gorgeous pair of silver cuff
links for Trey. They were in the shape of sexy, pouty lips. In a
music store I bought a CD to replace the Debussy disc that Gina had
tossed from his car. Gina rolled her eyes when she saw my
selection. I also bought Trey the new One Republic CD to complete
his collection. I was glad we at least had a band in common we
liked. Gina bought nearly $200 worth of CDs just for
Ian.

Our next stop was Belk. I
wanted to buy a tie for Trey. This prompted more eye-rolling from
Gina. I spent 20 minutes, finally selecting the perfect silk tie
for him in a rich sapphire blue.

“
Doesn’t this match the
color of his eyes perfectly?” I held the tie up for Gina to
inspect.

“
Yes Tylar,” she replied,
clearly bored with this department. “Let’s do some shopping for you
after this, okay?”

Gina directed me to a
small lingerie shop at the corner of the mall. It was called “The
Sextique Shop.” The shop’s décor was all deep red, purple, and
black. The lingerie displayed on the mannequins was borderline
vulgar. I was a bit surprised that this sort of underwear appealed
to her. She breezed through the store, not stopping to look for
anything in particular. At the back of the store, there was an
alcove off to the left, separated by a curtain of colored beads.
Gina held the beads aside for me to enter.

Holy crow!

There were shelves full of
adult toys and gadgets, lotions and potions. I turned to face her,
my eyes wide. “What are we doing in here?” I exclaimed.

“
We’re shopping for you,
girlfriend, well actually, we’re shopping for your hormones,” she
clarified, laughing.

“
Gina, I’m not buying any
of this stuff. I’d be too embarrassed, and I wouldn’t know how to
use it!”

“
They’re fairly
self-explanatory Ty,” she replied, undeterred. “Besides, I’m
buying. These are my early Christmas gifts to you. Don’t worry,
I’ll be tasteful. If you’re uncomfortable in here, go look at some
undies,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.

I went back out to the
lingerie portion of the store allowing Gina to shop in private. I
browsed through racks of edible underwear and panties with built-in
vibrators.

Holy shit!

Gina came out about 20
minutes later and handed me the gift bag, instructing me not to
open until I was home and alone. I noticed that she held another
gift bag from the store as well.

“
Who’s that for?” I asked,
nodding toward the bag.

“
A present for Ian,” she
said nonchalantly.

“
Ian? I didn’t see stuff
for guys in there.”

“
Ian and I like playing
with toys
together
,” she said as if I should have known this about them. She'd
provided a lot of details on their sex life; perhaps I hadn’t paid
close enough attention. I considered the possibilities momentarily.
I looked over at her when I heard her giggle. She was watching me
figure it all out.

“
You really were a virgin,
weren’t you?”

“
Shut up,” I snapped,
giggling.

From there, we shopped for
shoes and I bought some cute maternity dresses. Breaking for lunch,
I filled Gina in on some of the details regarding the situation
with Charlie, my mom, and of course, Trey. I shared with her that
he'd told me that he loved me yesterday.

“
You mean you didn’t know
that until then?”

“
Well, I sort of
suspected, or maybe hoped…”

She smiled,
knowingly.

Gina and I left the mall
so that I could make it to the manor by 4 p.m. Trey had texted me
twice while we were out.

“
Jesus Christ he’s high
maintenance,” Gina rolled her eyes.

“
But so worth it,” I
cooed, smacking my lips.

“
Eww, you so want to fuck
him again, don’t you?”

“
It’s been a few
hours.”

“
Well,” she said, “I’m no
weatherman, but I predict you’ll be getting several inches
tonight.” We were both still laughing as Gina pulled up the
circular driveway in front of the manor.

“
There’s your perfect
storm now,” she commented, nodding toward the porch. She popped the
trunk and I gave her a hug goodbye, telling her to call me next
week. Trey helped me with my shopping bags. I made sure the one
from the sex boutique was hidden at the bottom of a larger bag.
Trey closed the trunk, waving to Gina as she pulled out. I was
going to miss her.

“
It looks like you did
well at the mall,” Trey noticed.

“
You're to stay out of
these bags, though. No snooping!”

“
Please don’t spend your
money on me, Tylar,” he frowned.

I hope he isn’t going to
be a Grinch about Christmas.

“
Why?”

“
You have limited
resources. I can afford anything I need.”

“
That’s really not the
point of Christmas, Trey.”

We entered the foyer. Trey
helped me out of my coat, handing it to a waiting Thatcher. I
grabbed my two shopping bags from Trey and rushed upstairs to his
suite. He could suck the air out of my happy balloon in a
nanosecond. I tossed the shopping bags and my purse on his bed,
hurrying into the bathroom to pee.

Trey was sprawled out on
his bed when I came out of the bathroom, hands clasped behind his
head. His legs were crossed, shoes were off, and he was wiggling
his toes inside his socks. It was a relaxation thing for him, I
thought; I’d seen him do it before. Right now it was simply
irritatingly sexy to me. My lustful thoughts were interrupted when
my phone rang.

“
It’s the doctor’s
office,” I said. Trey sat up immediately.

Dr. Hamilton was on the
line and asked a few questions about how I was feeling, what I'd
been doing just before the fainting spell, and if I was eating and
sleeping normally. She suspected that a sudden drop in my glucose
level might've caused me to faint. At this stage of my pregnancy my
hormone levels were fluctuating constantly along with increased
testosterone production. She said that she'd reviewed my blood and
urine test results and nothing looked out of range.

Trey poked me and
lip-synced for me to ask her about sex. He was getting on my last
nerve. I resisted the urge to hand the phone to him so that he
could ask the question. He was starting to make me feel like a sex
freak.

She’s a very kinky girl,
the kind you don’t take home to Mama.
My
hormones were humming the Rick James tune.

“
Dr. Hamilton,” I said,
“can I ask you if it's normal to have an increased sexual appetite
during pregnancy?” I couldn’t
stand the
word ‘horny,’ it reminded me of breeding livestock.

“
During the first few
weeks and sometimes up until the third trimester the production of
testosterone enhances the sexual mood,” she stated, unfazed at my
question. “It's perfectly normal and there are no risk factors in
your case that would prevent you from enjoying sex.”

“
What about orgasms?” I
asked, flushing with embarrassment. I could tell Trey was all ears
as I held the phone out from my face.

“
Tylar, you're very
physically fit and healthy. I suspect you're worrying perhaps
because your orgasms have intensified during pregnancy?”

No, I’m asking because my
Hot Nazi boyfriend is looking a gift horse in the mouth!

“
Yes,” I answered,
“they're more intense and multiple.”

“
That’s perfectly normal,”
she said, “your entire genital and pelvic regions, including your
uterus, are more engorged with blood. That causes your pelvic area
to become more sensitive. My advice is to enjoy it while you can.
It’s typical during the third trimester to have difficulty
achieving orgasm due to the size of the baby. We can talk next week
when you’re in if you’d like.”

“
Thanks Dr. Hamilton,” I
said, relieved to find out I wasn’t some sort of sex-starved
freak.

“
There. Are you happy?” I
snipped at Trey.

“
Well you heard the
doctor’s orders,” he replied, grinning and unzipping his
fly.

HELL no, Mr. Sinclair, I’m
still annoyed.

My hormones objected; I
didn’t care. I was insulted by his comment about my limited
resources. I left him in the bed and took the shopping bag into the
closet, ignoring him.