Be My Baby (28 page)

"My credit cards have apparently been
cancelled."

"What?"

"Shhh," he said, "I just want to make sure
you have some cash on you so we don't have to do a 'dine and
dash'."

"Well yeah, I have cash to pay for this,
don't worry about that. How did your credit cards get
cancelled?"

Trey gave me a look that said 'guess.'

"Amber?"

"That's my first guess."

"But how? Why?"

"How? Because I paid my bills online on my
computer so she had access. Why? Because she is a fucking
bitch."

"Okay, so calm down. Let's not let it ruin
our vacation. I have a credit card that I use for the horse
supplies and handle on my own. We can use it to buy the stuff at
the shop."

I dug through my bag and found my credit
card.

"You stay here, and I'll go back and get the
stuff, okay? Just order me whatever you are having for lunch."

Trey nodded. I could tell that he was still
furious. What was that bitch hoping to accomplish with all of this?
The better question was: how many more wacko people would come into
our lives?

When I returned with our purchases Trey
seemed a bit more relaxed. He was on his second margarita by
then.

"Hey baby, I missed you," he said giving me
a dimpled grin.

"I missed you too, sweetie."

He leaned over, kissing my lips several
times. The waiter came back and set another margarita down for me
and the appetizers that Trey had ordered.

We sipped our margaritas and dined on shrimp
with lime sauce, mini crab cakes and fried cheese sticks. It was
wonderful. The Reggae music kind of grew on me after awhile.

After lunch Trey and I walked through some
of the art galleries and craft shops. I bought a beautiful print
for our bedroom. We took pictures of the surroundings and some of
the street entertainers and musicians. We walked back down to the
docks hand in hand.

"What do you feel like doing now?" he asked
as we boarded the boat.

"I don't care. Do you want to spend some
time at the pool?"

"Sounds good to me, baby."

I put another one of my designer bikinis on
and headed out to the pool with my I-Pad, towel and sunscreen. Trey
was already down there having a cocktail.

We pretty much had the common area to
ourselves as none of the other people were back from town yet.

Trey watched me from beneath his sunglasses
as I laid my towel out on the sun lounge and kicked my flip-flops
off.

"Mmm, baby, that suit is skimpier than the
other one."

"You can blame Gina for that; she insisted
on picking them all out for this trip."

"I think I will thank Gina," he said in his
smooth and silky voice.

(That's a first - he must be getting a nice
buzz. . .)

"Why don't you let me put the sunscreen on
you?"

"Sure," I replied, settling back on the
lounge chair positioning it to lie flat.

Trey got up from his chair and removed his
sunglasses. He poured the lotion into his hands rubbing them
together. He started at my shoulders, massaging the sunscreen into
them gently. His hands moved down, massaging my arm and hand. He
put more lotion in his palm and did the other arm. He returned to
my front, rubbing lotion onto my belly very slowly and
sensually.

"Mmmm - that feels good," I breathed.

"Does it?"

He dribbled more lotion onto my belly and
his hands massaged around my navel ring.

"This is so damn sexy," he said, lowering
his lips to my belly allowing his tongue to circle my navel
ring.

"I thought you didn't like the desecration
of my navel, Mr. Sinclair?"

"I like it now," he said huskily.

I still had my eyes closed thoroughly
enjoying the feel of my husband's hands caressing my body with
lotion. I felt his tongue move southward as his fingers gently
tugged the bottom of my suit down to let his tongue find my sex. He
swirled his tongue around and around. It felt delicious. He lowered
my bikini bottom down further.

"Ahh, Trey - we are out here in broad
daylight you know?"

"Hush baby. I want this here and now. No one
is out here but us."

"Yeah, but that could change at any
moment."

"I'll be quick then," he replied, his
fingers now joining his tongue in pleasuring me.

I was consumed with feeling my husband's
mouth and tongue all over my sex. I was wet for him. He continued
with his oral ministrations; his fingers were inside of me,
expertly bringing me to climax. I moaned softly, keeping my eyes
closed as I neared my peak.

"That's it Tylar, let it go baby."

My body tensed and then the pleasured
release spiraled within me as my orgasm unraveled. I moaned his
name over and over as he drank in my nectar. He moaned with his own
pleasure and satisfaction.

"I love you, baby," he whispered against my
lips, kissing me with passion once again.

"Trey - let's go up to our stateroom. We've
had enough sun for one day."

CHAPTER 22

The rest of our trip was exquisite. Grand
Cayman was gorgeous as well. Trey and I did more snorkeling, more
shopping, took more pictures and made love whenever we could. We
had beach sex for the first time which while exciting and romantic
with the moonlight and crashing waves, did have the downside of
allowing sand to get into some very uncomfortable places.

All too soon the ship was docking back into
New Orleans and we were on a flight back to Atlanta. I was curled
up against Trey on the plane. We were both sipping margaritas,
trying to make our vacation last as long as possible. We still had
Saturday and Sunday before he went back to the firm. We had talked
again about his going for a judgeship. Deep down, I was thrilled
with the idea. I didn't want to get my hopes up at this point
because nothing was guaranteed.

"I wish we would have had another week," I
grumbled to him.

"Oh sweetie, it was perfect. I'm sure if you
had spent any more time cooped up with me I would have been on your
nerves."

"Yeah? You're probably right."

His arm drew me to him playfully, his
fingers pulling my face to his. He kissed me making a long and loud
sucking sound. The other passengers in first class were looking
over at us.

"Trey, stop," I whispered loudly, starting
to giggle. "People are watching."

"Why don't we give them something good to
watch then, Mrs. Sinclair? I think it's time you get initiated into
the 'Mile High' club."

Trey asked the flight attendant for
blankets. He switched our overhead lights off and gave me a blanket
to cover myself with as did he. He raised the armrest between our
seats so that we could cuddle together. I had nearly dozed off when
I felt Trey's hands beneath the blanket. He unzipped my jeans and
his fingers dipped below the top of my panties finding my sex and
gently manipulating his fingers to get inside me.

(Oh my! I had thought he was kidding…)

My eyes flew open and I looked up at him.
His eyes were closed as if asleep. His hands were very much awake
and doing magical, lovely things to me. I relaxed against him and
thoroughly enjoyed it as his fingers brought me to orgasm. I
stifled my moans by chewing on the edge of the blanket.

Once pleasured, it was my turn. I shifted on
my side moving closer to him as I 'slept.' My hand explored his
crotch area under the blanket. I wasn't nearly as adept as Trey was
with getting inside of someone else's clothing with precise and
fluid movements. I fumbled around for a couple of minutes. Finally
Trey came to my rescue by unzipping his fly and releasing his very
erect manhood without notice.

I took it from there as my hand expertly
stroked the length of his shaft moving up and down from head to
root. My fingernails traced lightly along the sensitive ridge, then
plunged down the length of it again. He squirmed underneath me; I
heard his breathing coming faster. I increased my tempo in response
to his breathing, making sure that I lowered my other hand to
gently massage his scrotum. He was close; his breathing was ragged.
I felt him stiffen and I stopped as I felt the familiar throb of
his penis. A soft moan escaped as he came beneath the dark blue
blanket. I was glad the seats were leather. It was much easier to
clean.

A limo took us from the airport to our
house. There were a couple of lights on inside which we kept on
timers. I had fallen asleep in Trey's lap on the way home. Jean
wouldn't be coming back until Sunday evening. We were going to pick
Preston up at Tristan and Gina's in the morning. Trey paid the
driver as I unlocked the door. Trey brought our luggage into the
entry hall.

He locked the door behind us.

"Come on 'Island Tylar,' let’s get to bed.
We can get unpacked in the morning."

Trey had taken to referring to me as 'Island
Tylar' while we had been on vacation. I kind of liked it. We had
grown so close; I felt we were closer now than ever before. He put
his arm around me as we climbed the stairs to the master suite. Our
own bed was going to feel so damn good.

Trey flipped the light switch on once we
reached our room. It took me a moment to get my bearings and make
some sense of what I was seeing. I heard Trey suck his breath in as
he looked around.

Dresser drawers were hanging open with
clothes scattered about. There were empty hangers strewn all over
the floor from my closet to the bed. Our bed was piled high with
clothing. My clothing. I went over to the bed picking up the
various articles of my wardrobe that had been slashed, ripped and
cut up with either a knife or scissors.

"Stop," Trey ordered, causing me to jump.
"Don't touch anything, Tylar. We have to call the authorities."

Two hours later both of us fell exhausted
into our bed. The sheriff's deputy said that there wasn't a lot
they could do. Nothing had been taken as far as we could tell;
there was no sign of forced entry. It appeared to them that it was
a simple act of vandalism. I didn't consider it simple at all. This
was malicious. This was totally directed at me. It was a threat if
nothing else.

The deputy said that they would send the
mobile crime lab out in the morning to dust for fingerprints but
not to get our hopes up that anything would develop. He advised
Trey to put an alarm system in. That was that. Our beautiful
vacation had been spoiled by coming home to something like
this.

"Trey," I said, looking over at him in bed.
"Do you think that Amber is capable of something like this?"

"God Tylar, she would have to be a psycho. I
can't think that she would take it this far. I'm starting to wonder
if I'm looking in the wrong direction at all of this. Try to sleep
baby."

He pulled me to him, wrapping me in his
safe, strong arms. We finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

Trey and I slept until nearly noon the
following day. The doorbell woke us up. It was the mobile crime
unit that had been dispatched to dust for fingerprints in various
places of the house both inside and out. They were there for about
an hour and a half. Trey and I cleaned up their mess
afterwards.

I found something to wear in my suitcase.
Most everything else had been destroyed. Some of the torn clothing
was taken by the crime unit for further examination.

I made lunch for Trey and I in the kitchen.
He was sipping coffee at the table.

"Honey, I don't want you to worry about
this, okay? I'll contact our insurance agent Monday to file a claim
to replace the clothing. I will also arrange to get a security
system installed."

"I'm okay, Trey. I don't believe that this
was Amber, though. You remember what my father told me at
Thanksgiving."

"Yes - but I can't fathom what Ms. Deeny
would hope to gain by doing this. Also, that doesn't explain my
computer password being changed."

"So you think that all this stuff is related
to the same person?"

"I don't know," he said rubbing his face
with his hands. It might be random things but the timing is
suspect. Someone knew we were going to be gone; someone knew my
password; and how would someone get into the house without forced
entry?"

"Let's think about that for a minute," I
said, taking a seat next to him. "Amber would have knowledge of us
being out of town. Amber would have knowledge of your password. We
know for a fact that she used it to download that special ring tone
to your phone that one time. Amber wouldn't have a key to this
house though. Besides that, would she really risk her career to cut
up my clothing?"

Trey shook his head. "It makes no sense that
she would take it that far, I agree. Perhaps these incidents are
not tied together. I want to find out if the bitch cancelled my
credit cards though."

"Trey - how are you going to do that?"

"I can find out
how
they were
cancelled."

"What do you mean?"

"Unless she cancelled my credit cards
directly from my laptop which is extremely unlikely; then she had
to do it from another computer with a different IP address. That
can be tracked. Otherwise she had to do it by phone or mail. Those
records are kept. I need to dig into it before I arbitrarily accuse
her of anything."

"Okay. If we've narrowed the suspects to
either Amber or Ms. Deeny, then how would either of them gotten
into this house?"

"We need to talk to Marcus
and see if he saw or heard
anything
this past week. I can't think of any way Amber
could have had access to my keys. Unlike my phone, I don't misplace
my keys."