Baby Love Lite (24 page)

His mouth found mine as he drew me to him,
kissing and tracing my lips with his tongue. I fought not to
respond. I lost. I laced my arms around his neck pulling his face
closer to mine as our tongues danced together in a passionate kiss.
I felt his hand move to lower my panties and he lifted me up to
take them completely off. He pulled my nightgown up and over my
head. He'd come to bed naked.

He moaned against my lips. My body was
responding to him and it pissed me off. I loved Trey, but he'd
really hurt my feelings this evening with his fist-pounding tactics
at dinner. He'd made me feel subservient in a way; as if I didn’t
have a say or a vote in our household or investments. He'd been the
one who, only last week, insisted the money was “ours” and not
“his.” I supposed it was “our” money until I wanted to spend some
of it.

“
Come on baby,” he whispered
against my lips. “You know that feels good. You know you love what
I’m doing to you.”

He lowered his lips to my breasts, tracing
the nipple with his tongue, circling it over and over again. His
fingers were expertly exploring the folds of my womanhood and my
hips were thrusting to meet his fingers as they pushed and rotated
inside of me.

Damn him!

His lips and tongue traveled further south
until they joined his magic fingers at the apex of my womanhood.
His tongue swirled over my clitoris, flicking it rhythmically as my
hips gyrated against his mouth.

“
That’s my baby,” he said
softly, licking and kissing me down there. “My baby's so wet and so
ready.”

I will not moan; I will not moan!

Trey’s tongue continued to
wash over my clitoris as he removed his fingers from me. I could
hear the sound of a condom packet rip and felt his hands move to
his erection as he rolled the condom over the length of his hard
shaft. I hadn’t touched his junk at all tonight. I hadn’t even
opened my eyes. For all I knew, this wasn’t Trey. This could be
anyone I decided. Yes - this could be someone other than Trey.
Perhaps this was . . .
Tristan!

Yes, my imagination decided it was Tristan
doing all of these delicious and forbidden things to me. Tristan,
with his longer hair and emerald green eyes pleasuring me in bed.
The man that was always caring and sweet to me; never treating me
dismissively the way that Trey had; showing patience and compassion
for everyone.

I felt him lower himself to me; I opened my
legs, to welcome and accept his erection. Once there, I wrapped my
legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of me as my hips
arched up against him. It felt so good; so damn good.

“
Mmmm,” I moaned.
“
You
feel so good.
I love having
you
inside of me.” He increased his rhythm, plunging in and out of
me with beautiful and expert precision. I moaned in sweet pleasure
feeling myself contract around him.

“
I need
you
to kiss me,” I said, hungry to
see what
his
lips
would feel like on mine.

I felt his warm and sensual lips softly mold
to mine perfectly. His tongue teased mine playfully.

I imagined
his
emerald green eyes
watching me as I writhed in pleasure; totally surrendering myself
to
him
. We kissed
with hunger and passion. My hips were rotating and I could feel
myself squeezing and contracting him to climax. I arched my back as
he placed his hands under my ass penetrating me deeply. The head of
his shaft was rubbing my sweet spot like I'd never felt
before.

“
Oh God!” I screamed.
“
You're
the best
baby. I love the way
you
fuck me. That’s it, baby; that’s it.”

My orgasm exploded with
intensity like no other I'd ever experienced. I heard myself moan
with each pulsating release. His climax was unraveling within me. I
cried out with pleasure; I never wanted this to end. My lips found
his and I kissed him as he finished coming; he was moaning with
pleasure as well. I was content that I'd pleased
him
. I felt him shudder
as he finished; he continued giving me sweet kisses.

We were both panting with our exertion. Too
soon he pulled himself out of me. I rolled over on my side, flushed
with the afterglow of our lovemaking. I drifted off to sleep
quickly never having opened my eyes.

When I awoke the next morning I saw that Trey
had already gotten up and headed to the gym for his morning
workout. I recalled the events of the previous night and shame
washed over me.

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I
needed to call Gina. There was no other person I could trust with
this other than my very best friend. It was early; only 7:00 a.m.
Preston wasn't even awake yet but this could not wait. I needed to
unload this from my conscience. I phoned Gina and heard her groggy
voice on the other end of the phone.

“
Somebody better have died
for you to call me this fucking early, girlfriend!”

“
Gina,” I rasped, beside
myself, “I did something awful!
I cheated
on Trey
!”

My voice gave way to racking, guilt-ridden
sobs.

By the time Gina arrived at our apartment I'd
fed breakfast to Preston and she was in her playpen happily chewing
on her assortment of rubber toys. I'd put a pot of coffee on for
Gina as I knew that she wasn’t a morning person.

The doorman buzzed over the intercom that
she'd arrived. I left the front door ajar for her as I returned to
the kitchen to shut the oven timer off. I got the blueberry muffins
out that I'd baked trying to kill time before Gina got here. I
poured myself a glass of apple juice and put the muffins on a
plate. I heard Gina breeze through the front door, calling my
name.

“
In here,” I called out.
“Want a cup of coffee?”

She appeared in the doorway to the kitchen
looking as if she'd literally climbed out of bed, put a pair of
jeans on under her nightgown, threw on her coat and drove over.

“
What the fuck? No, I don’t
want a cup of coffee. I want you to sit your ass down and explain
to me why you would cheat on your husband? After you saw all the
hell that Ian put me through; the pain and suffering, the
humiliation - how could you do that to your own
husband?”

I immediately felt a bit
sheepish for my over-dramatization. “I didn’t
technically
cheat on Trey - it just
feels as if I have,” I sobbed taking a seat at the
table.

“
What?”

I explained to Gina that Trey and I had a bit
of a disagreement without telling her the specifics. I told her
that it wasn’t so much the content of the disagreement but the tone
he'd taken with me making me feel subservient and insignificant. I
explained that I'd gone to bed pissed off at him and that he'd come
to bed horny. I admitted that because I was horny as well but still
pissed, I fantasized that he was someone else and had gotten off
seven ways from Sunday.

I raised my head to look up at her where she
was standing next to the breakfast bar. I saw her mouth twitch as
if she was finding humor in what I'd just admitted to her.

“
I think I'll have that cup
of coffee,” she stated. “Are those blueberry muffins?”

“
Gina? Did you hear what I
said?”

“
I’m sorry, Ty,” she said,
starting to giggle loudly. “You actually are beating yourself up
because you
fantasized
in the sack? What? You don’t think millions of people do that
every night? What about Mrs. Martello at the fruit stand near our
club? You’ve met her, right?”

I nodded wondering what the hell Mrs.
Martello had to do with my infidelity.

“
Okay and you’ve seen Mr.
Martello on occasion, too. You know, the guy wearing a
gravy-stained, yellowed-with-age, tee shirt that doesn’t cover his
big, hairy belly?”

I nodded still wondering about how this
applied to my circumstance.

“
Mrs. Martello told me that
she and her old man have sex every night of the week. Do you know
why?”

I shook my head indicating that I was
clueless.

“
She told me the secret of
their great sex life is that for the past twenty years she's
pictured him as Sinatra when they're in bed. I swear to God, that’s
the truth.”

“
But, Gina, that’s
different.”

“
How so?” she asked, picking
at a blueberry muffin.

“
Well, for one thing,
Sinatra is dead. Plus its okay I guess to fantasize that you’re
with a rock star or some famous sports figure or
celebrity.”

“
Damn straight,” she
replied. “I used to fantasize that Ian was freaking Johnny Depp -
no harm, no foul. So, what’s your point?”

“
I fantasized that Trey was
his brother, Tristan.”

“
Holy shit,” she said,
sitting down. "That's a bit more complicated I guess.”

“
You think?”

“
Well, be honest, Ty; do you
think that you have an actual crush on Tristan?”

“
No, I mean, I like him a
lot as my brother-in-law. I think it’s sort of because he looks a
lot like Trey, yet he’s a little older and more mature. Plus, he's
definitely more laid back than Trey. He never would've acted like
Trey did when I brought up the idea of investing in the
club.”

Gina’s raised her eyebrows at that.

Shit!

I hadn’t meant to divulge the specifics of
our argument.

“
So, you basically got
pissed because the Hot Nazi trashed the idea you had about buying
Ian’s share of the club?”

“
I’m sorry, Gina; I really
didn’t mean to share all of that with you.”

“
No - no, it’s all good,”
she said pouring coffee into a mug and taking her place again at
the bar. “So tell me, how hot was the fantasy sex with
Tristan?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Gina had discussed my offer to invest my
money with Jesse, her attorney. I specifically instructed her not
to divulge my name. He was a junior associate located on the floor
below Trey’s, but I didn’t want to take any chances on having Trey
find out yet. Jesse was to make an offer to buy out Ian’s portion
to his attorney so at this point, there was nothing left to do but
wait.

“
Won’t it be great to be
partners, Ty?”

Gina was excited at the prospect. I was too
for that matter. It was just letting Trey know what I'd done if the
offer was accepted that made me a bit nervous. I guess I'd cross
that bridge when I came to it.

As it turned out, Trey’s phone conversation
from the night before had been with Tristan. He was going to be in
Atlanta this coming weekend with Libby and wanted all of us to get
together. Trey had shared that with me when he called from his
office at lunch time. I dreaded having to deal with that bitch
again.

He was acting as if everything was back to
normal. I still was carrying guilt about my fantasy, but Gina had
told me over and over it was perfectly normal. She told me under no
circumstances should I confess it to Trey.

I'd made Trey’s favorite dinner tonight: pot
roast with carrots, potatoes and gravy; I'd followed his mother’s
recipe and baked him a chocolate pie. I set the dining room table
very formally with good china and cloth napkins. I opened a bottle
of red merlot to breathe.

I dressed Preston in one of her wool plaid
jumpers with a long sleeved shirt underneath. I put winter tights
on her and a pair of patent leather dress shoes. She looked
adorable. I moved her high chair into the dining room. Trey came in
around 6:30 p.m. and immediately knew something was up.

“
Shit, we aren’t having
company tonight, are we?”

“
No, silly,” I said, helping
him off with his trench coat. “I just wanted us to have a nice
romantic dinner that’s all.”

He cocked an eyebrow looking around the room
and then back to me. “Where’s the baby?”

“
She’s in her playpen right
over there, Trey. Why don’t you go in and spend a few minutes with
her while I get dinner on the table, okay?”

I went back to the kitchen and finished
pureeing some of the baked yams I'd made for Preston. I poured Trey
and I a glass of wine and set it at our place settings. I finished
putting the food on the table and filled our crystal tumblers with
ice water. Everything looked delicious.

“
Dinner's ready, Trey. Would
you put Preston in her high chair?”

Trey was impressed with dinner. He
complimented me over and over again about how great everything
tasted. He said my chocolate pie was every bit as good as his
mother's. I felt better about last night seeing how happy I'd made
him this evening. After dinner Trey offered to bathe Preston and
get her ready for bed.

“
Thanks, sweetie,” I said.
“I’m going to grab a shower.”

He leaned down and kissed me softly on my
lips. “Thanks for a wonderful dinner, baby.”

An hour later Trey and I were in bed watching
a movie together. I was curled up in his arms feeling better about
everything. Gina was right. Fantasies were a normal part of
sexuality. My phone chimed on the nightstand. It was Gina.

“
Hi, Gina, what’s
up?”

“
Great news! Jesse just
phoned that Ian’s attorney got back with him this evening. It’s a
go. He’s accepted the buyout. You and I'll be equal partners at the
Sanctuary, how about that?”