Be My Baby (15 page)

"Umm baby," he crooned, "You taste so
good."

I felt my orgasm wind down but Trey
continued to gently lick and kiss my tender area. He wasn't
finished down there just yet. He slowly and articulately probed me
post-climax. I was ultra-sensitive now and he adjusted his pace and
pressure to accommodate that it seemed. This was new to me but as
my breathing slowed from my previous climax I relaxed and enjoyed
his continued attention to detail.

"My baby is getting wet all over again," he
said softly his tongue now exploring the folds of my sex
thoroughly.

I moaned in sweet pleasure my hands fisting
his thick hair; I tugged at him wanting him inside of me.

"Okay baby; are you ready for me?"

"Umm, yes Trey," I whimpered, tugging at
him.

He raised himself up from down there and
spread my legs with his hands. He was on his knees between them; he
raised me up placing pillows underneath my butt. He gently guided
his manhood into me slowly. I moaned with the fullness I felt
inside. This fullness was so right; so perfect for me.

Trey lowered his face to mine where I
devoured his lips with kisses. My hands framed his face as I traced
his lips with my tongue.

"I love you, Trey," I said as I met his
gentle thrusting with my own. "It's always been you and only
you."

I buried my face against his shoulder; tears
ran down my cheeks as he continued to pleasure me with his
body.

He pulled back from me; his lips captured my
tears as his sapphire blue eyes looked into my soul.

"I love you Tylar," he said huskily,
"Promise me that you will always be mine."

"I promise Trey."

The rhythm of our lovemaking increased
steadily. Trey placed his arms underneath my butt raising me up at
an angle so that he was hitting deep against my sweet spot. I felt
the pleasurable quickening begin. Trey's breath was ragged as he
neared climax.

"Come with me baby."

And I did. Again and again as we both cried
out in

pure unadulterated pleasure.

Trey collapsed beside me pulling my damp
body up against his. His fingers gently stroked my hair as he
planted soft, sweet kisses on the back of my neck.

"That was pretty exquisite Mrs. Sinclair,"
he whispered against my ear causing me to shiver.

I rolled over to face him my eyes searching
his. I needed to see if Trey was truly okay with me again; I knew
that I was totally okay with him. His eyes were still smoldering
post-coital. His blue eyes always seemed bluer after sex. It was
probably attributed to something technical like heightened blood
flow; I preferred to think that it was due to total love and
satisfaction.

"Is there something you want to ask me
Tylar?"

"I just wondered if you are okay with
me."

He furrowed his brow considering my
question.

"If you mean do I love you as much as before
our 'separation' I have to be honest with you. The answer is
'no.'

My heart dropped to my knees; I shouldn't
have asked.

"The truth is I love you more if that is
even possible but it must be."

"I don't understand - "

"Tylar - this is how I look at it. We've
been through some stuff, you and me. I think it's called 'Life
Happens'. We definitely have some things to deal with going
forward. We both, in our own way, gave in to some temptation; some
'forbidden fruit' if you will. We were both repulsed by it. The
important thing is that we survived it and perhaps we are even
stronger for it. I know through this that I will do whatever it
takes to keep you with me and not take our love for granted ever
again."

"Oh Trey," I sobbed, "The thought of ever
losing you is incomprehensible to me. The day we met I knew that I
needed you in my life."

We covered each other with kisses; we fell
asleep in each other's arms.

I was awakened later feeling Trey stroking
my breasts. He was straddling me; his erection was within reaching
distance. I placed my hands behind each of his strong thighs
pulling him closer to my face. My mouth sheathed his manhood; I
took him fully into my mouth. My tongue swirled the length of him
as he began his gentle thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Awww baby," he breathed heavily, "That's
it; take it all."

I continued loving Trey with my mouth and
tongue. My fingers gently explored his P-spot and he moaned with
pleasure.

He pulled back and flipped me over onto my
belly. He pulled me up onto my knees. I felt his fingers gently ply
my womanhood from behind. I was getting hot and wet for him.

His knee pushed my bent legs further apart
as he knelt behind me. He placed both of his hands on the cheeks of
my ass and instructed me to arch my back. I did as instructed so
that my butt was tilted upward.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said.

I felt his first thrust as he slammed into
me from behind. I cried out with pleasure and pain; he withdrew and
then slammed into me again and again. His hands were now around my
hips as he rotated his hips in a circular motion.

Oh God, this felt so good. I moaned with
pleasure.

"Does that feel good baby, huh?'

"Umhmm," I sighed, rotating my hips in sync
with his.

Trey continued to pound into me and then
slowly and methodically rotated his hips in a steady rhythm with
mine. I felt my uterus contract around him, squeezing and pulling
his shaft for release.

"Oh God," he rasped; his thrusting increased
as he neared orgasm.

"This is mine Tylar. Do you understand? Mine
and only mine."

"I understand Trey," I replied my voice
quivering as I neared the edge.

He slammed the palm of his hand against my
ass as he released his climax, groaning loudly. I felt the
throbbing of his manhood inside of me which pushed me over into my
orgasm. I moaned loudly quickening as my wetness gushed from my
core with his. The pleasure went on and on as we cried out
together.

Once our breathing slowed, Trey pulled out
of me slowly, pulling me down next to him. We were both still
panting a bit with our exertion. He covered me with kisses.

"I hope to God your father's suite is on the
other side of the house," he said, throwing his arm across his
sweaty forehead.

I giggled snuggling up to him for
warmth.

"It is," I assured him. "I just hope we
didn't wake the baby," I whispered glancing over at the clock. It
was 4:32 a.m.

As if on cue we heard Preston's chattering
from her room.

"Pee-pee Mommie," she whined loudly.

"Well," I said getting my panties and
nightgown on, "She's either wet her pull-up or she has to pee."

"I've got this baby," Trey said launching
himself out of bed and pulling his boxers on.

I fell back against the pillows and pulled
the covers up over me as Trey went to her. He carried Preston
through our room talking to her convincing her to hold it until he
could get her to her potty. She was jabbering away at him.

I heard them in the bathroom; Trey was
praising her for being a big girl and going in the potty. She came
bounding out of the bathroom climbing up on the bed with me and
snuggling against me. Trey finished up in the bathroom; I heard the
toilet flush as he came back into the bedroom. He pulled a tee
shirt on over his head and then climbed back into bed. We fell
asleep again with Preston snuggled between us.

CHAPTER 12

On Monday morning Trey and I were on our way
to the court house in Baton Rouge where the prosecution's case
against Matthew Renaud would commence. Trey was driving Danny's
truck that had belonged to my father's estate unbeknownst to me. It
was a bit weird to be back in the same truck with Trey at the wheel
this time.

Trey had been so attentive and gentle with
me since our reunion. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
I could tell my father was pleased that we had worked things out.
We had cuddled and slept curled around each other peacefully the
night before. Both of us were well-rested on Monday in preparation
for the first day of prosecution evidence and testimony.

Edie was caring for Preston today. They got
along so well. Edie told me that she hoped to have a baby just like
Preston some day.

"Trey - what can we expect today on the
first day of the prosecution's case?" I asked.

"Well sweetie, it sort of depends on the
evidence. I would suspect that since your mom's death happened so
long ago and Maggie's more recently that they are going to draw
some sort of connection based on forensic evidence with what
evidence they gathered from the metal box contained in your
mother's casket. Hopefully - and I don't know anything for certain
- your mom left a clue as to what they needed to look for in order
to draw that connection all of these years later."

The courtroom was not all that crowded when
Trey and I arrived there. I was on 'special alert' to see if the
thick-ankled Ms. Deeny would be making an appearance.

Matthew was paraded into the court room next
to his public defender still shackled but wearing a dress shirt and
dress pants in place of the prison garb he had worn at his
arraignment. He still had that wide-eyed demented look going which
I knew my father would say was a 'fake.'

"Is that the same guy you saw in Jackson?" I
whispered to Trey.

"It is," he answered, shaking his head
affirmatively.

The proceedings started with the District
Attorney identifying the first of the prosecution exhibits to be
marked. It happens to be the post-burial autopsy of one Marla
Nicole Renaud, age 19, date of death May 4, 1991.

(Oh my God! I just realized that my mother
had passed away on the same day and month that Preston had been
born twenty-one years later!)

I looked over at Trey quickly; he had picked
up on that as well, naturally. He clasped my hand into his and held
it gently.

The D.A. presented several more items into
evidence which were quickly recorded and marked as the
prosecution's exhibit number this or that. Once that was
established, the first witness was called. It was a Dr. Robin
Lebeau, Director of Forensic Toxicology at Tulane Medical Center in
New Orleans, Louisiana. He was sworn in by the bailiff and was
seated to start offering his testimony.

The D.A. had him review the forensic
findings in the autopsy that was conducted on my mother. This was
extremely tedious with the D.A. carefully documenting on a white
board that the jury could see the types of tissue sampling that was
done; the chain of custody and preservation techniques of those
samples and then the ultimate findings. I wanted him to cut to the
chase.

The questioning finally went to the
direction of what had been found. The doctor testified that in 7
out of 10 tissue slides taken and processed from my mother there
was a presence of cerebra odollam of 60%; passiflora caerulea of
20%; phytolacca of 10%; and agro stemma githago of 10%.

It all sounded like a foreign language to
me. The D.A. asked the doctor to explain in layman's terms what
this various mixture of ingredients represented.

Dr. Lebeau explained that all of these
ingredients were indigenous to the Louisiana area; specifically the
bayou areas. He said that cerebra odollam were seeds from the
commonly known 'suicide tree.' These seeds contain cerebrin which
is a potent alkaloid toxin. It blocks the calcium ion channels in
heart muscle causing disruption of the heart beat.

The 'passiflora caerulea' is commonly known
as the blue passion flower contains some levels of cyanide; the
final ingredient called phytolacca which is also known as
'pokeweed', promotes nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, a difficult in
breathing, severe convulsions and ultimately death.

"Dr. Lebeau, would these 'bayou toxins,' if
you will, traditionally be identified during a post-mortem
toxicology screen?"

"No, they would not."

"Would these 'bayou toxins' be identified
during a full post-mortem where tissue samples of the various
organs are sliced and analyzed for poisons?"

"No, they would not."

"But Doctor," the prosecutor continued,
"There have been hundreds of cases where autopsies have revealed
death by poisoning by cyanide, strychnine, arsenic, atropine and
others.

What makes the poisons you identified in
your testimony different?"

"You have to know exactly what to look for
in order to confirm the presence in tissue with a poisonous
cocktail such as what I described for you earlier. This particular
cocktail was ingested in small doses by the decedent over a period
of weeks most likely. It was not an acute episode of poisoning but
a chronic low dose poisoning over a period of time. The tissue
slides showed various levels of concentration of the elements."

"So if I understand you correctly Doctor,
the decedent in this case, Ms. Marla Renaud, would likely have
endured a slow transition from feeling healthy to feeling quite
ill?"

"That is correct," Dr. Lebeau replied. "By
the time she felt ill enough to seek help it likely would have been
too late. Given the fact that most licensed medical practitioners
would have initially treated her symptoms as being common to things
like influenza, anemia, pneumonia or even mononucleosis it would
have proven useless in changing the course of events for her."

"That course being death?"

"Yes," Dr. Lebeau answered.

"Dr. Lebeau, I would like to go back to your
earlier testimony where you stated that during a post-mortem of
this sort, the medical examiner would need to know exactly what to
look for to confirm the presence of this toxic cocktail in the
victim's blood or tissue, is that correct?"