Maybe Baby Lite (36 page)

“
What would you like,
Tylar?” he asked gently.

“
You choose Trey. I’m not
fussy.”

Trey ordered chicken
parmesan for both of us, with spinach salads. The Chianti arrived
at the same time our warm bread did. Trey poured me a generous
serving of wine.

Oh my, must be bad
news…

We made small talk waiting
for our salads. I told him about running into Denise earlier at
Ray’s cottage and asked him what he thought about Ray moving in
with Denise.

“
About time,” was his only
comment.

Our salads arrived. More
time passed as we ate. This was getting uncomfortable for me.
Finally, I spoke up. “There is something you want to say to me,
Trey. Will you please just say it?”

“
Tylar, I didn’t want to
say anything to you while we were in Atlanta celebrating your
birthday this past weekend. I wasn’t in Atlanta last
week.”

My stomach knotted. What
was he getting ready to do? Confess?

“
Oh?” I asked, acting as
if this was news to me.

“
I visited the agent for
the LLC that owns your house in Radcliff.”

“
You went to Jackson,
Mississippi?” I asked.

He nodded. “I needed to
investigate your case. I found some things out, but not
everything.”

“
Well?” I
asked.

“
The good news is that
when you turned 21 last week, the deed to that house was
transferred into your name. You now own that house, free and
clear.”

“
I do?”

“
Your mother obviously
knew that this was set to happen which explains her disappearance
with your trust money. It would have been next to impossible for
her to defraud you out of real estate with the deed plainly in your
name. What I haven’t been able to find out, Tylar, is who the
trustor is, in other words, the identity of your
father.”

“
Well, couldn’t you ask
the agent?”

“
It’s not that simple.
Many companies assign agents for the sole purpose of protecting
their identity. In an LLC, the owners, shareholders, or principals
of the company do not have to disclose their identity. They can, as
they say, hide beneath the corporate veil. The agent’s purpose is
to protect those identities and handle any filings or notices
against the particular LLC.”

We sat in silence for
several moments.

“
I made a trip back to
Louisville also.”

“
Why?” I asked, truly
puzzled.

“
I wanted to check birth
records in Hardin and Jefferson counties. You weren’t born in
either one, Tylar.”

The surprises just kept
coming. Was everything about my life a lie?

Our food was brought to
the table so our conversation paused for a few moments. Trey filled
our wine glasses, and for the next few minutes we ate in silence.
The chicken was delicious. I was hungrier than I thought, or
perhaps I simply didn’t want the conversation to resume at all.
Trey finally broke the silence.

“
Tylar, how is it you have
made it this far without having a copy of your own birth
certificate?”

“
I don’t know, when I got
my learner’s permit my mom was with me so I guess she had it. My
college only required my driver’s license and social security
number.”

“
Speaking of which,” he
interrupted, “I called back to the office while I was out to get
your social security number. You know that the first three numbers
of anyone’s social security number identifies the issuing state.
Your prefix is 434. That indicates that it was issued from
Louisiana.”

“
Louisiana? I’ve never
been to Louisiana.”

“
As far as you recall,” he
corrected, “that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have been born there. In
particular, if your mother had collected any type of federal or
state aid she would have needed to get a social security number
assigned to you at infancy.”

“
Oh thank you, Trey. If
there was any doubt in my mind before, you have now made it
perfectly clear that I’m descended from pure trash.” Tears welled
up, threatening to spill.

“
Tylar,” he said, “that
isn’t my intention at all. You know that. My only purpose in
getting involved at all is to help you recover your trust
money.”

“
And it looks like that's
not going to happen. I don’t care, Trey. I can sell the house,
maybe not quickly enough for fall tuition, but in the end, it's
worth more than the trust was anyway.”

“
We don’t have to discuss
it any more this evening, Tylar; I see that it upsets you. But this
is not the end of it. We will get the answers.”

“
And what if the answers
are worse than I imagined?”

“
Then we'll deal with
it.”

I knew he was right. The
only way I could put closure on my past was to know my past. Trey
and I declined dessert. I just wanted to get home and put an end to
this officially sucky day. Trey paid our bill. I told him I needed
to use the restroom; he said he would bring the car around. When I
came out of the restroom, Carmelita saw me and came over. She could
tell that I'd been crying.

“
Why so sad tonight, mio
caro?” she asked, putting one of her heavy arms around
me.

“
Solo uno di questi,
Carmelita. Spero di migliorare, prima di coricarsi,” I
replied.

Just one of those days,
Carmelita. I hope to improve it before bedtime.

Carmelita raised her
eyebrows at me then burst out laughing, pulling me into a big,
Italian bear hug.

“
Signor Trey e fortunate
ad avere trovato un compagno ideale.”

Mr. Trey is lucky to have
found such a perfect mate.

“
Grazie, Carmelita,” I
said, hugging her back.

On the way home, Trey was
quiet. I was hoping he wouldn’t unveil any more bombshells tonight.
I had other things in mind to finish the day on a much better note.
It had been two days since we'd made love. I needed my Trey
fix.

I leaned over toward Trey
in the car, focusing my full attention on him. He glanced over at
me, smiling. My hand found its way to his crotch, rubbing it gently
in a circular motion. I could feel him harden beneath my touch,
which in turn made me hot. Trey took his right arm off of the
steering wheel, pulling me closer to him, his lips brushing my
forehead.

“
You want to stay with me
tonight?” he asked huskily.

“
What do you think, Trey?”
I had his index finger in my mouth, licking it and sliding it in
and out suggestively. Trey and I'd barely gotten into the house
without tearing each other’s clothes off. We stood in the front
entry, our lips locked in a passionate kiss; Trey’s hands were all
over me. I had my fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants,
pulling his groin close to mine. I was ready to grind myself into
him when Thatcher cleared his throat behind us.

“
Ah-hem, excuse me, Mr.
Sinclair.”

We broke apart
immediately. I fumbled with my clothing, trying to smooth my
skirt.

“
Yes Thatcher?” Trey was
pissed.

“
Forgive me sir, but your
office in Atlanta has called several times. Apparently your cell
phone was shut off. You're required to call them at your earliest
opportunity, the jury has come back.”

“
I’ve got to make that
call, Tylar,” Trey said, “go on upstairs, okay? I’ll be up in just
a few minutes.”

An hour and a half later,
fully bathed, shaved, and moisturized, I lay waiting for Trey in my
new silver silk camisole top and matching tap pants. I must have
drifted asleep. I wasn’t sure how much later I awoke, but in the
quiet darkness I could feel Trey next to me, removing my silk
underwear, and caressing my skin with his mouth and tongue. He was
totally naked, fresh from his shower. His hair was still damp and
tousled. I melted as his tongue traced my belly button and moved
down very sensually. His long fingers gently plied the folds of my
sex. Soon his lips and tongue joined them.

“
Mmmm,” I moaned softly,
parting my legs further, welcoming him inside. My hands fisted his
damp hair, my hips swiveled with each surge of pleasure I felt. He
continued, methodically stroking my clitoris with his tongue,
inserting a finger and then another one inside my pussy, probing
gently in search of my sweet spot. He found it with no problem. I
quickened with each stroke and tap. I was so wet. I wanted to see
what it felt like to be on top of Trey. I wanted to be in charge
tonight.

I reached down and framed
my hands around his face, gently drawing him up so that our lips
met. I kissed him deeply, our tongues thoroughly exploring each
other’s mouth. I moved out from beneath him, pulling my camisole
off so that Trey could enjoy my breasts. I nudged him onto his
back, kneeling beside him.

Grasping his hard and
erect shaft in my hands, I brought my face down to love it with my
lips and tongue. I licked it all over, spreading kisses on the tip,
then swirling my tongue around its thick girth. He moaned with
pleasure every time I took his full length into my mouth, going up
and down the shaft.

I straddled him in a
sitting position, reaching for the foil-wrapped condom on the
nightstand. Trey crooked one arm beneath his head, watching as I
unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his length. Once it was
firmly in place, I mounted him, slowly and carefully, not sure how
it would feel at this angle. It was different, but not a bad
different.

Once his full length was
inside of me, I leaned over so that my bare breasts caressed his
chest and slowly started rolling my hips up, down, and around. Trey
studied my face, obviously enjoying the various looks of pleasure
and ecstasy mirrored. I found that when I positioned myself leaning
forward, putting my weight on my forearms, and tilting my butt
upward, the head of his cock came into direct contact with my sweet
spot.

Trey moved his hips in
sync with my rhythm, allowing me to set the pace. The way we moved
in unison felt similar to the mechanics of dressage. I continued
riding him, feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure begging for
release. Our tempo increased; he massaged my breasts and then my
buttocks as he gently lifted me up and down, up and down, circular
motion, then repeat.

An explosive crescendo was
building inside me and Trey was right there with me. Our breathing
was in sync as well, rapid and shallow, ready for release. Then it
happened, we climaxed together in a frenzy of hot, wet pleasure,
our bodies taking over masterfully, drawing our orgasms out to
their full potential. Once again, I felt the gush of pleasure
released from my core. I could feel Trey’s erection throb as he
came into the condom.

My muscle contracted with
my orgasm as if making sure that his cock was squeezed completely
empty of his seed. This felt so primal and beautiful to me. I
couldn’t imagine ever having anyone else fulfill me as Trey did. I
never wanted to think about anyone else making me feel this
way.

Once spent, I crumpled
over next to him, exhausted yet fulfilled at the same time. He
stroked my hair with his hand, kissing my lips sweetly, bending
over me. He whispered softly in my ear. “You're mine, Tylar. Don’t
ever forget that. You're mine.”

I snuggled next to him
feeling totally satisfied and secure.

Trey and I awoke the next
morning with 'just-fucked' hair and smiles on our faces. We
showered together then went down to breakfast holding hands. I felt
so close to him once again. Thatcher was all smiles as he served
Trey his coffee and brought me my usual fresh fruit, bagel, and
juice.

“
I’m flying back to
Atlanta this morning,” Trey announced as he buttered his usual
whole wheat toast. My heart sank. It seemed like I was forever
saying goodbye to Trey, or waiting for him to return. “The verdict
came in from the jury and we won the suit. But we need to figure
damages and present oral arguments to the jury that will decide the
financial reward. I’m afraid I'll be tied up for at least a week,
possibly longer.”

I looked across the table
and he was studying my reaction. Was I allowed to have emotions
about this? Could I be disappointed, or show disappointment? The
truth was I missed Trey terribly when we were apart. I smiled up at
him as I felt he expected, telling him to call me when he could.
That seemed to appease him.

After breakfast, I kissed
him briefly, telling him I'd see him when he got back and headed
off to the stables to tack up Derringer for our day of training. I
was feeling dejected. I knew that I had to shake it off, the
training was important if we were to be ready for competition in
September.

I ran into Clint in the
stables. “I thought you were moving back in, neighbor,” he
teased.

I laughed, “I'll be back
tonight as a matter of fact. Come on over and have a
beer.”

“
Sure thing,” he said,
smiling, “now that you’re 21, I expect you’re buying,
right?”

“
Absolutely,” I
answered.