Maybe Baby Lite (57 page)

“
Not a bit,” he said,
smiling.

“
Now,” he said, pulling
his hand back, “are we going to eat this food that’s getting
cold?”

“
Let’s see if Carmelita
could have someone box it up to go.”

“
You’re not feeling well,
Tylar?”

“
No, I’m fine Trey. It’s
just that I’d prefer to eat this in the privacy of your room,
later. I need to fuck you, now."

He gave me a startled
smile, signaling our waiter over. “Italian food is much better
warmed up anyway,” he remarked, giving me a wink. “Your wish is my
command, Tylar.”

His story about not
getting hard for Charlotte had turned me on. I'd taken my stilettos
off in the car, holding them in my hands. Rushing through the front
door, we ran hand in hand up the steps to his suite. Trey pulled my
dress over my head and I sat on the bed, rolling my lacey
thigh-highs down my leg.

“
Leave them on,” Trey
instructed. I shrugged, rolling the stocking back up. I had black
lacy panties on, and my new black push-up bra. Trey handed me my
stilettos, “Put them on.”

I slipped them back on my
feet, clasping the leather around the ankle. Trey led me over to
his bed; he was completely naked, his member fully erect. He pulled
me against him, his mouth finding mine in a hot, passionate kiss.
His teeth lightly tugged at my lower lip. His mouth devoured mine,
his tongue thrusting inside my mouth. His hands captured my breasts
in a strong grip. He was rougher than usual, and I liked
it.

He lifted me up, tossing
me on my back in the center of the bed. Spreading my legs apart
with his knees, he knelt over me. With his mouth, he freed my
breast from the cup and hungrily licked the erect nipple, gently
biting it bringing me to the fine line between pleasure and pain.
Instantly I could feel my wetness.

His lips continued to move
down my body, pleasuring me. He pulled the elastic band of my lace
panties away from my left leg, exposing me to him. I was soaked for
him and he fingered me roughly, but I loved it. He put his fingers
up to my mouth.

“
Lick,” he ordered. I
obeyed. It was salty sweet. Not what I expected. His fingers went
back down, kneading the area over my pubic bone, while his tongue
pleasured my clitoris in a swift, circular motion. His mouth
pressed around the hood of my clitoris, his teeth lightly nipping
the area. It felt like electric shock waves zinged through my body.
I moaned beneath his touch.

“
What Tylar? Tell me what
you want.”

“
I want you to fuck me
hard, Trey. I want you inside of me right now. I want you to make
me come all over you,” I begged.

He let me keep my panties
on, and pushed them to the side. Trey raised himself over me, and I
watched as he held his cock, guiding it inside me. The elastic
around the leg opening that was pulled aside rested against my
clitoris. As Trey pulled in and out, the tension on the elastic
flicked against my clit.

Oh my God!

“
Put your legs up around
my back,” he instructed. I obeyed; my ‘fuck me’ heels dug into his
muscular back.

“
That’s my girl,” he
breathed huskily, plunging himself into me over and over again. His
momentum increased, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. The
sound of skin slapping skin was loud. He moaned then changed his
tempo to slower, circular motions. I lowered my legs so that my
heels now dug into his ass, kneading his gorgeous cheeks with the
pointy steel toes as they circled over and over. I could feel the
swell of my sweet spot. The head of his cock was tapping it now,
spreading the warmth inside me with pleasure-filled
spasms.

“
Trey, you feel so good
inside me,” I said hoarsely, pounding my pelvis against him,
grinding my heels into him.

“
Mmmm… Tylar it’s yours,”
he said, “no one else’s, ever.”

I was ready and he knew
it. His arms were beneath me, lifting my backside up slightly,
tilting me so that he had full access to my sweet spot, the elastic
on my panties continued straining across my clitoris. I was
building toward dual climaxes.

“
Oh God!” I screamed as
both climaxes spiraled around me taking control of every nerve and
muscle in my body. “Damn this feels so good, Trey,” I moaned, my
mouth hot against his neck.

He was climaxing now
around me. His thrusts pounded into me, forcing my orgasm to go on
and on. I felt the gush of my ejaculation running down my
thighs.

“
That’s my baby,” he
crooned to me, “that’s my girl. Keep it going, Tylar. That’s it.”
He stiffened and shuddered; I felt his erection pulsate as the
spasms of his climax emptied into me. Trey collapsed on my chest,
spent. We lay there as our breathing slowly normalized.

“
I love you so much,
Tylar,” he said, softly.

“
I love you more, Trey,” I
said, lifting my mouth to his lips.

Overwhelmed with emotion,
we drank in the closeness and intimacy we'd found. I didn’t want
anything to break the spell and connection that we still
had.

The room had cooled down
somewhat. We hadn’t bothered to get beneath the covers. Our clammy
skin rose with goose bumps. I pulled off my spiked heels and tossed
them over the side of the bed. We pulled the covers over us and
cuddled. The room smelled like sex; our sex. I loved it. Trey
placed his hand on my bump, which seemed to be growing a bit every
day. It was if our baby knew Trey was there. Usually within a
minute or two, the stronger butterfly movements would start.
Tonight was no different. The expression on Trey’s face never
changed. It was as if he was feeling the baby’s movement for the
first time every time.

“
What?” I asked, noticing
him staring at me.

“
I don’t want to break the
spell, but we do need to talk about our situation,” he said, his
tone serious.

What situation is
that?

“
Tylar,” he said softly,
“I want us to be married.”

I groaned loudly, grabbing
one of the bed pillows and putting it over my face.

“
What? You don’t want to
marry me?” he asked, sincerely perplexed.

“
Trey,” I said calmly and
reasonably, removing the pillow, “we’ve known each other for what,
10 minutes? Put things into perspective please.”

“
I thought I was,” he
replied, ticked off. “We’re having a baby together. We love each
other. It’s the natural thing to do.”

“
Trey, can we table this
discussion until sometime
after
the baby’s born?"

“
Tylar, our baby isn’t
going to be born a bastard. I won’t allow it.”

“
What do you have against
bastards?” I asked pointedly, my eyes flashing angrily.

“
I didn’t mean it like
that.”

“
How else could you have
meant it?”

“
Tylar, be reasonable,
please? I only want what’s best for all of us. I love you, Tylar. I
want you with me.”

My eyes were tearing up
again, but this time for a different reason. Trey was getting
upset; my tears weren’t going to help matters. I couldn’t help it.
I was so emotional these days.

“
I love you too, Trey,” I
sobbed, burying my face into his neck. Once the floodgates opened,
I knew the sobs wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Trey continued to rub
my back, trying to soothe me with his sweet words but it wasn’t
helping. He was getting frustrated.

“
Tylar, please,” he
pleaded, “stop crying. I didn’t mean to make you sad. I thought
you’d be happy.”

“
Trey,” I sobbed, “I'd be
happy if I didn’t think the reason was because I’m knocked up. I
want to marry you when I’m not pregnant. I’m sorry but that’s the
way is has to be.” I rolled over onto my side to compose myself. I
felt him get up out of bed and make his way to the bathroom. I
heard him trip over something, and then his cursing as he picked it
up and hurled it against the wall. I heard the bathroom door slam.
I looked over at what he'd thrown against the wall. It was one of
my ‘fuck me’ shoes. I couldn’t restrain a giggle as I pulled the
covers up over my face so that he wouldn’t hear me.

I awoke Saturday morning
desperately hoping that things were normal again between us. It was
nothing personal about not getting married. It was simply the way
it needed to be. Trey stood at the sink shaving and I went over to
him, stood on my tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his lips. He was
unresponsive.

Okkaay…

“
We’re having breakfast
with Mom and Dad,” Trey informed me. “They want to discuss
the
situation
with us.”

Oh no, not the “situation”
again?

I knew that he'd not just
found this out. Why hadn’t he told me sooner? Were his parents were
pressuring him into marrying me? The thought of that simply made
everything worse.

“
What are we, high school
freshman? Thanks for giving me notice, Trey,” I snapped, grabbing
clothes from my suitcase and going in the bathroom to shower. He
shaved while I showered. Neither of us spoke.

Piss on him if he thinks
his parents are going to pressure me into something that I’m not
ready to do.

I put on jeans and a
University of Kentucky sweatshirt. I wanted them to know that I was
a “no frills” kind of girl. Trey dressed in khakis and a
long-sleeved Polo shirt. We descended the staircase together.
Breakfast was being served in the formal dining room. My stomach
was growling since I hadn’t eaten dinner the night before. Susan
came over to us immediately, giving Trey a hug, and then reaching
out to me, kissing me on my cheek.

“
How lovely you look,
Tylar,” she said sweetly, giving me her sincere and down-home
smile. “You look very well-rested, glowing almost,” she gushed.
“Please, take a seat. Clive will be joining us in a
moment.”

As if on cue, Clive came
into the room bidding everyone a good morning. A servant was busy
bringing in warm platters of scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, fried
potatoes, fresh fruit, and muffins, placing everything on the
sideboard. There was coffee, juice, and milk already
poured.

Trey pulled out my chair
for me, waiting as I took a seat before taking his. Very properly
raised, I thought. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair took their seats as the
servant filled water glasses and poured coffee.

“
Please,” Susan said, once
the coffee had been poured, “You two help yourselves to some
breakfast.”

I touched Trey’s arm as he
stood, asking that he get me some scrambled eggs and a muffin. He
nodded. Although I was very hungry, I wasn’t sure now just how much
I'd be able to eat. My nerves were jittery. I couldn’t imagine what
they needed to discuss with us. We weren’t high school kids who got
into trouble.

Once everyone’s plates
were full, we commenced eating in uncomfortable silence. I talked
to Susan a bit about the horse auction they had attended. They had
purchased two more warm bloods. To my relief, Clive finally got to
the point.

“
Tylar,” he said in his
lovely British accent, “Susan and I want you to know that we’re
here to support you in any way possible and acceptable to you.
We’ve not been blessed with a grandchild as of yet,” he said,
glancing toward Trey briefly. “We want you to consider staying with
us so that we can provide you with anything you may need
financially or emotionally during this time. We understand that
Charlie Roberts’s trial is scheduled for January, and that you may
need to be here in Bristol during that time, should they not meet a
plea agreement.”

Why did I not know
that?

“
We’d be happy for you to
stay with us and we will make sure that you're taken care
of.”

“
Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair,” I
spoke frankly, because it appeared that Trey had left me out on the
ledge here, “I so appreciate your hospitality and generosity. I
want you both to know one thing. I love your son; I love Trey. Trey
loves me.”

I looked over and he was
gaping at me, never expecting that I'd speak so candidly to his
parents.

Doesn’t
he know how I roll yet?

“
We’re both so happy about
this baby, about blessing you both with your first
grandchild.”

I reached over, taking
Trey’s hand in mine. He was shocked, I could tell. I smiled inside;
it wasn’t often that I could cause that.

“
Trey proposed to me last
night. I asked Trey to be patient with me.” I looked over at Susan,
knowing that another woman might understand what I was about to
say. “Since I was a little girl, I dreamed about my wedding day. I
wanted a prince to sweep me off of my feet and a wedding that was
about just him and me. I’ve met my prince, your son. All I want now
is for our wedding to be about our love. I understand if this
doesn’t sit well with you—”

Susan suddenly jumped up,
sweeping me into an embrace. “Oh sweet girl,” she said, “You're
everything I could have dreamed of for my son. You're perfect for
him. I see the love between you both.” Tears filled her eyes. I was
glad I wasn’t the only emotional one these days. I hugged her back,
tears springing to my eyes now. Clive cleared his throat,
uncomfortable with all of the female emotions.