Maybe Baby Lite (65 page)

I was somehow disappointed
that Susan had been so close to Tess. I wanted to fill that
daughter-less void she had. Perhaps that was one of the reasons
Trey had not come clean about Tess’s pregnancy with his parents. He
wanted to protect the relationship Tess had with his mother for his
mother’s sake. I got it.

“
Tylar, Mom will love you
more than Tess, if that's what’s bothering you.” He could read me
so well. I hoped he was right. I had a void to fill too.

Rowena came bustling over
with a tray. She placed the plate with my waffle and sausage down
in front of me, turning her full attention back to Trey. She put
his plates in front of him, asking if him if his toast was too
dark. He said it was fine. She patted his shoulder, telling him she
would be back to fill up his mug.

“
It might be nice if she’d
bring the milk I ordered.”

Rowena returned with her
coffee carafe and rubbed Trey’s shoulder as she filled his
mug.

“
Excuse me, Rowena,” I
snapped, getting her attention. “Do don't touch him again and
please bring me the milk I ordered now.”

Rowena’s mouth dropped
open then clamped shut when she saw my flashing eyes. She twirled
on her heel and went off to the kitchen. I caught Trey’s startled
reaction. Had I gone too far? I looked down, cutting my waffle into
small pieces, afraid to meet his gaze. Rowena returned, setting my
glass of milk and straw on the table, along with the check. I
picked up the straw, peeling the paper off, placing it in the glass
of milk.

“
Okay,” I said, looking up
at Trey, “I shouldn’t have snapped at her.”

Trey looked at me, so
adorable with his fuzzy red Santa hat. He broke into a grin, his
sexy dimple appearing. “Tylar, you amaze me,” he laughed, “I’ve no
problem whatsoever with you claiming what’s yours. I do have a
problem with you stopping me from doing it.”

“
When did I ever stop
you?”

“
What about the incident
with Littleton?”

“
That was different,” I
said, “that was in
your
workplace. Believe it or not, I was trying to
protect you from yourself.”

I raised the glass of
milk, putting the straw up to my lips.

“
You realize that she
probably spit in that, don’t you?”

I slammed the glass down,
looking wide-eyed at Trey.

“
Just saying,” he took a
sip of his coffee and winked.

Back in the car, I
selected a new Christmas CD and played “White
Christmas.”

“
I wish it snowed in
Bristol. Wouldn’t a white Christmas be awesome?”

“
Is that how it was when
you grew up?” Trey asked.

“
Yes, we got snow in
Radcliff. Not every year, but some Christmases were
white.”

“
What else do you remember
about your Christmases?”

“
Nothing that brings back
any fond memories in particular. I’d rather hear about yours,
Trey.”

“
Pretty traditional
stuff,” he said. “We always had a formal dinner on Christmas Eve
with family and some friends. Christmas Day was for family only. My
dad always cut a fresh tree from the woods. We’d decorate that on
Christmas Eve morning. My mom insisted on making all of the pies.
My favorite is chocolate by the way,” he looked over at me
smiling.

I’ll file that away for
future reference, I thought. “Trey, we haven’t really talked much
about what’s going to happen when the baby gets here,” I
said.

“
What do we need to talk
about?”

“
Well, do you want to
raise a child in an apartment in mid-town Atlanta?”

“
I hadn’t thought about
that. Babies don’t walk or play outside for a while, though. What’s
the hurry?”

“
I just wanted to know
your feelings about the type of environment you want our child to
be raised in. I mean, both of us come from very different
backgrounds. We probably have different philosophies on child
rearing. Don’t you think we should talk it over before the baby’s
born?”

“
You tell me your
expectations, Tylar, and I'll tell you whether I feel the same,
how’s that?”

“
Okay,” I started. “Well
first, I think that our child should have a pet. It’s important
that he or she learns responsibility. And, I think at some point we
need to consider moving to a house in the suburbs.”

“
Agreed.”

Good, that wasn't
difficult.

“
I also think that
children should have chores and earn spending money, when they are
old enough of course.”

“
Sounds good to
me.”

“
I don’t believe in
corporal punishment. I believe that discipline is more a matter of
behavior modification through rewards, and punishment should be in
the form of restrictions or denying privileges.”

“
We’re still on the same
page,” Trey replied, smiling.

“
I think it’s also
important that we present a united front, even if we disagree. This
discourages the child from playing one of us against the
other.”

“
I agree as
well.”

“
That’s about all I can
think of for now. Did I miss anything?”

Trey thought for a moment
and then a slightly wicked look crossed his face. “You didn't
mention one of my most rigid expectations,” he said.

“
Which is?”

“
That you meet my rigid
expectation,” he replied, putting my hand on his crotch.

“
Trey, you're so crude!” I
laughed. “This was supposed to be a serious talk.”

He laughed his gorgeous
laugh.

“
While you're on that
subject, with a house full of family, it may be wise to practice
some self restraint this week. We won’t have that side of the house
to ourselves I bet.”

“
What do you mean by self
restraint?” he asked.

“
I mean that we shouldn’t
fuck while others are in the house. We can get fairly vocal, you
know.”

“
Tylar,” he said, giving
me a sidelong glance, “we’re not going to stop fucking just because
there are people in the house—no way. In fact, we’re taking a nap
as soon as we get there.”

My stomach flip-flopped.
It was almost impossible for us to keep our hands off of each
other. A whole week side-by-side would make us crave one another
even more.

It was 11:45 a.m. when we
pulled up to the manor. Clive and Susan stood waiting for us on the
porch. Susan grabbed me in a hug, making me stand back so that she
could see my belly. Clive slapped Trey on the back. I greeted Clive
with a hug and peck on the cheek. He blushed and pulled me to him
in a gentle bear hug. Susan was gushing over her youngest son’s
Santa hat, telling him how darling he looked. I wondered if Trey
was her favorite. I looked forward to seeing how she interacted
with the other sons.

Thatcher helped Trey with
our luggage. Susan put her arm around my waist and we walked
together into the house. She announced that Nigel and Tristan would
be arriving around 2 p.m. the next day. Christmas Eve dinner was at
7 p.m. Susan asked Trey about our plans for the day. Trey’s eyes
locked with mine when he told his mother that he and I needed a nap
before lunch. He told her we were going to finish our Christmas
shopping after that. She said she was busy baking in the kitchen
and was relieved that we had our own plans.

Trey took a suitcase in
one hand and pulled me up the stairs behind him for our nap.
Thatcher had already put my suitcases in Trey’s suite. As soon as
the door closed behind us, he pulled me close. His hands framed my
face; his thumbs caressed my cheeks. Our tongues playfully probed
and explored, his teeth tugged at my lower lip, sending shivers up
my spine.

He raised my arms up over
my head, pulling my sweater off, tossing it to the floor. His
fingers dropped to the waistband of my jeans, tugging the button
open. He lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside my panties and
cupped my sex. His lips were back on mine, kissing and expertly
working mine in hungry passion. His fingers were gently massaging
the soft folds of my pussy, plying the lips apart and stroking my
clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.

Wanting more, he jerked my
jeans and panties down, lifting me out of them. He reached down and
unclasped my front-hook bra, freeing my breasts and sliding the bra
off of my shoulders where it fell to the floor with the rest of my
clothes. His hands massaged my breasts, his fingers pinching my
nipples to full tender erection.

I moaned as he moved his
free hand to my apex. His thumb continued to circle my clitoris, my
hips flexing against his hand. He lifted me, carrying me over to
the bed, gently laying me on top of the duvet. He took his place
beside me, kneeling over me as he sucked my breasts. He lips and
tongue traced downward, circling my bellybutton, and then traveling
to my pussy.

I gasped as his mouth
covered my sex, licking and sucking gently on my clitoris, while
his long fingers probed the moist flesh, finding their way inside.
My hips gyrated against the gentle thrusting of his fingers,
pressing his other hand against the outside so he could massage the
special place from both sides. I moaned again as I felt the
familiar swelling of my sweet spot.

“
You taste so good,
Tylar,” he said, gently sucking my clitoris and bringing me to the
edge. Trey could feel me quickening and ready. He stopped his
ministrations. “Not yet, Tylar. Don’t come yet.”

I moaned. I so wanted to
come right this second.

“
I want to feed you some
fresh protein,” he said, smiling wickedly.

I salivated for him and
sat up against the pillows, “I definitely want some fresh
protein.”

He straddled me, rising up
to bring his erection to my face. I hungrily took his shaft into my
mouth, sucking the whole length. He drew in his breath, watching me
suck him, his eyes burning with passion. I pulled him deep into my
throat, my hands on his tight ass, guiding him closer. He knelt
over me, his hands on the wall above the bed. I groaned feeling the
fullness that was Trey, my Trey.

“
Feel good, baby?” I
pulled back to ask as he swelled in my mouth.

"Mmmm . . . yeah,” he
moaned.

His hips rotated as my
hands bought his firm ass closer to me, wanting to take him deeply,
roughly even. I pulled his erection in and out of my mouth, going
deep, then shallow then plunging deep again. He reached behind and
guided a finger into me as I sucked him. I moaned with a new wave
of pleasure. My pelvis lifted up to him as he plunged his fingers
deep. He swirled his thumb over my clitoris as I focused my tongue
on the ridge of his cock. I was unable to contain my response to
the pleasure we delivered to each other.

“
Come for me, baby. Come
for me, Tylar,” he urged, his erection throbbing in my mouth. “This
is yours, Tylar, and only I will make you come. Do you
understand?”

Oh yes, I was on the
edge.

Trey stopped his
movements.

I pulled back, begging
him, “I understand, Trey. Please don’t stop,” I was about to
explode. I took him back in hungrily and he pressed his thumb on my
sweet spot, his perfect rhythm matching mine. My eyes rolled with
pleasure.

“
That’s it Tylar,” he
crooned, “I want you to come for me.”

I braced myself as my
orgasm washed over me in surges of pure carnal pleasure. I moaned
with him in my mouth, loving the power he had over me. Trey moaned
and stiffened, his cock throbbed in my throat, releasing his love
into me. I swallowed his rhythmic surges eagerly as he came over
and over. He shuddered finally as he was emptied. We collapsed onto
the bed, sweating and spent.

“
I love you, Tylar,” he
breathed next to me.

“
I love you, Trey,” I
answered, locking my hand in his.

Downtown Bristol was
bustling with holiday shoppers. There were several Santas on
corners ringing their bells for donations. In a department store
Trey picked out a “Learning to Share” Hummel figurine for his
mother, a collector; for his father, he purchased a new Chacom
Eltang Smooth Horn pipe and some tobacco. Trey said his father
occasionally liked to enjoy brandy and a pipe. We bought Burberry
wool scarves for each of Trey’s brothers. I managed to sneak a
purchase of a new Burberry wallet for Trey while he was browsing
through the scarves, tucking the package into my purse after paying
for it.

We browsed some of the
specialty shops. I found a crystal picture frame for Susan. I asked
Trey where we could get some brandy; I wanted to buy a bottle for
Clive from me to go with his new pipe and tobacco. We finally ended
up buying Caroline a Hugo Kohl sterling silver die struck bracelet
engraved with floral scrolls. With our primary shopping finished,
we bought wrapping paper, bows, tags, and tape at the Hallmark
store. Then, we headed back to the manor, stopping to pick up some
Chinese take-out. We met Susan in the kitchen, where several pies
were cooling on racks.