Maybe Baby Lite (72 page)

“
Trey, stop…don’t,” I
murmured against his urgent lips. He paid me no heed as he
continued his pursuit of pleasure down the column of my throat,
licking and teasing my nipples to erection. I moved my hands down,
tangling my fingers into his damp locks. I fisted his hair, tugging
to pull him away. I didn’t want him to pleasure me; I didn’t want
him to pleasure himself. He was oblivious to my denial.

“
Stop,” I demanded, “I
don’t want this now. I need you to tell me what the hell is going
on!” I tried to wriggle away from him, but his hands locked around
mine in a vice-like grip, raising my arms up over my head, pinning
each one down against the mattress.

“
You're mine, Tylar,” he
demanded. I could smell the whisky on his breath. I realized then
the depth of his anger. A small spark of fear trickled through me.
Was this going to be a punishment screw? What was my
crime?

“
What’s this about, Trey?”
I begged, as his teeth tugged at my earlobe.

“
Hush,” he ordered as he
straddled me, still pinning my arms above me. His knee spread my
thighs apart. In the semi-darkness I could see that he held his
erect cock as he hovered above me.

“
This is a refresher
course. You need to learn that you’re mine. I wasn’t happy with the
attention you paid my brother tonight. It appears that our
relationship is in dire need of ‘fuckification,’ would you
agree?”

Oh wow. First things
first…

I nodded silently; Trey
could see my hesitant consent. He leaned over and switched on the
bedside lamp. “My love is given freely, Tylar. I’ve surrendered my
heart to you; I haven’t, however, relinquished my masculinity in
the process. I won’t tolerate your dismissive treatment. Do you
understand?” His eyes bore into mine. He expected an answer. I
swallowed nervously.

“
Yes,” I answered,
nodding.

“
Good,” he replied. His
eyes regarded me coolly. “Shall I resume the lesson?”

I nodded, my arms still
pinned above me, my wrists starting to numb under his grasp. He
loosened his grip, drawing his arms back so that my hands were
free. He rolled me onto my stomach and positioned two of the bed
pillows under me so that my behind was raised to him. I felt his
nearness as he straddled the backs of my thighs, his erection
brushing my backside. I felt him caress my skin and then suddenly I
felt the stinging slap of his hand across my butt.

Ow!

The sting was followed by
yet another harsh smack. Tears stung my eyes but it wasn't
completely without pleasure that I cried. Something deep in my core
felt gratified each time Trey delivered a firm crack of his palm to
my now stinging ass. I wanted him to take charge, to punish
me.

What was that
about?

Trey decided I’d had
enough and he massaged my reddening skin. He brushed his lips
across my backside. Reaching an arm under me, he lifted me from my
stomach to my elbows, drawing my butt upward toward him. He placed
his hands on my hips, spreading my legs wider with his thigh. He
demanded full access to my body. He pressed two fingers inside of
me; I moaned as he moved them in a circular motion. He flexed them
in and out rhythmically. The feeling was exquisite. I swiveled my
hips in response to his fingers and when he pulled them out I
whined in displeasure. Was he still punishing me?

Suddenly from behind Trey
buried his full girth into me with one deliberate thrust. I cried
out with pleasure at the fulfillment. He steadily drove his cock in
and out of me with precision. I lifted my hips to him. Trey groaned
from behind me and his cadence increased.

“
This is mine, Tylar,” he
rasped. His fingers dug into my hips as he eased out of me then
slammed back inside. I cried out, loving the pleasure and pain he
delivered. He stopped.

“
Don’t stop!” I
begged.

Trey moaned low in his
throat as he buried his erection back inside of me. He repeated
this over and over with slowness and deliberation. This treatment
was punishing yet pleasurable, and I rolled my hips, pressing back
against him with all the force that I could muster. His hands took
charge of my hips, as he raised and lowered them to meet his
thrusts at will. My need for him was overwhelming. Something had
changed over the past several days interrupting our connection. I
wanted–needed–it back.

I moaned as my sensitive
area deep inside swelled with pleasure and the need for
release.

“
That’s it baby,” he
cajoled, “I want you to give it to me now.” My climax exploded
around him. I gasped at the intensity of it as it swirled wave
after wave of pleasure throughout me. My body convulsed in pure
sexual gratification that only Trey could provide. He groaned in
satisfaction as his erection throbbed inside of me, emptying his
orgasm within. He gave one final shudder, pulling my ass into his
groin and moaning deep, completely satiated, rubbing my cheeks with
his palms.

Trey collapsed beside me,
pulling me up against him. He stroked my hair, pressing soft kisses
all over my face, neck, and lips. He was tender and loving and his
eyes searched mine for affirmation of some sort. I was confused;
what had just happened?

“
Were you really mad at me
just now or was that just some fantasy played out?”

He smiled down at me,
revealing his sexy dimple. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind
my ear. “A little bit of both,” he stated, propelling himself up
and off the bed. I watched as he swaggered over to his closet,
totally naked and gloriously beautiful. I wondered how such a
magnificent man could have insecurities about anything.

Trey returned to bed
wearing boxers. He climbed under the covers, pulling me to him.
“So,” he said, “are you ready to hear what happened tonight after
we dropped you off?”

“
How messed up is it?” I
asked.

“
It’s pretty crazy. You
may decide to run screaming back to Kentucky.”

“
Doubtful, Trey. Knowing
all that you do about me and my baggage, it couldn’t possibly rival
that.”

Trey shot me a “wanna bet”
look.

“
First things first. The
reason Tess called me was to get some confidential legal advice.
Despite our past, she knows that she can trust me and I think
you’ll understand why it had to be me she called for help.
Apparently, Tess and Nigel are in love.”

I gasped, sitting bolt
upright in disbelief.

“
No!” I choked,
“Really?”

Trey nodded. “Tess spent a
lot of time with Caroline in Napa; Zach spent a lot of time on the
road jockeying. Tess said she was never compatible with her
husband; she clearly saw that Caroline wasn't happy or compatible
with Nigel. They formed a friendship borne out of mutual misery, it
seems. When Zach was around during off-season, the two couples
would go yachting together. The affair has been going on for
several years. Tristan knew about it. The only reason I found out
was through Tess.”

I studied his expression,
eager to see whether it bothered him that his ex-fiancée had been
screwing his own brother. He didn’t appear fazed at all.

“
Zach found out about the
affair and threatened to tell Caroline if Tess didn’t agree to his
terms for a divorce. Tess brought most of the wealth into that
marriage and Zach basically wanted it all. I advised Tess not to
agree to Zach’s terms, that she and Nigel needed to come clean with
Caroline. That was their plan after the first of the year. Tonight
when Landon arrived, all of that changed. He came inside dropping
digs about seeing you and Tristan outside hugging.”

He stopped, a frown
crossing his face. His expression changed to sheepishness when he
continued. “I was pissed, and pretty drunk, so I made an
off-the-cuff remark about people in glass houses not throwing
stones. Landon was immediately on the defensive. He asked me how
the fuck I knew about it. I told him a family member had divulged
the whole sordid secret. He immediately went to Tess and started
threatening to out her. I was extremely confused about why Nigel’s
affair with Tess would infuriate Landon. To make an already long
story short, Landon misunderstood my comments. He thought I was
referring to the affair that he’s been having with
Caroline.”

“
Oh my God!” I exclaimed,
my voice rising.

Trey shushed me while
nodding his head. Apparently, Landon had confided in Tess, not
knowing that Tess was in love with Nigel.

“
This should be on Jerry
Springer.”

Trey nodded and pressed
on. “Anyway, by this time, everything unraveled. Caroline was mad
because Nigel had been cheating with Tess and because Landon knew
and hadn’t told her out of loyalty to his sister.”

“
And your
parents?”

“
I’m quite sure both sets
of parents are extremely disgusted with it all.”

“
Where’s Caroline
now?”

“
She left with Landon.
Nigel’s back here and Tess is with her family. Caroline is flying
back to California tomorrow. This is their problem to sort out now.
I’m glad everything’s out in the open. By the way, while everyone
was airing their dirty laundry tonight, I clarified something to
both families.”

“
What was that?” I
asked.

“
They all know now that
the baby Tess miscarried was Zach’s, not mine. Feel
better?”

“
Yes,” I said, sighing,
“for some reason I really do.”

“
That doesn’t mean that
the friendship between my parents and the Andrews won’t be strained
for a while, but in reality, everyone seems to be with the person
that they really want to be with for now.”

“
What about you,
Trey?”

“
I’m with the person I
love, but she won’t marry me. It bothers me; I can’t lie. What’s to
say after our baby’s born you won’t find another reason to avoid
marrying me. I understand what frightens you. I really
do.”

“
What frightens
me?”

“
Your past,” he answered,
“and the fact that you feel as if you're a product of it. You’re
not one bit like your mother.”

“
How can you be so sure,
Trey?”

“
I can see what you’re
made of and it’s all good.”

“
I don’t have a point of
reference on marriage,” I admitted, shrugging. “I’ve been left to
my own devices since childhood. I’m independent. I don’t know if I
could adapt. We fight a lot, too.”

“
We can find our way
together, Tylar,” he answered softly. “It’s new to me, too. There
will be disagreements and arguments; that's to be
expected.”

“
I get that Trey, but
you're extremely bossy. You have to let me make some of my own
decisions.”

“
I will. I promise. Let’s
get some sleep now, Tylar,” he said softly, pulling the covers up
over us. “We can talk more in the morning, on our way
home.”

“
We’re leaving tomorrow?”
I asked, surprised.

“
Oh yeah, I’ve had enough
family for one holiday.” He leaned over, resting his hand on my
abdomen and kissing my lips softly. The distance between us had
closed. We felt the fluttering at the same time.

“
Did you feel that?” Trey
asked, excitement in his voice, sitting up and raising the covers
off of me.

“
Uh, yeah, probably more
than you did,” I laughed. Trey was resting his ear on my abdomen
now, grinning like a fool. “What do you expect to hear down there?”
I asked.

“
I’m not sure,” he
replied, “maybe some swishing around or something?”

I giggled at his
absurdity. I knew that Trey was going to make a wonderful father
and husband. It was me that I was unsure of at the moment. There
was just too much unfinished business with my mother and my
messed-up past. She was still out there and she had some explaining
to do.

Gina's pacing back and
forth in front of my hospital bed. She's holding her phone up to
her ear, nervously cracking her chewing gum. She's giving Ian
another update on my progress.

“
She’s still at six
centimeters, Ian, same as when you called 10 fucking minutes ago,”
she says, her irritation undisguised. “Christ how in the hell
should I know how long it’ll take her to get fully dilated? How
many babies have I squeezed out?”

Gina turns and looks over
at me to see if I'm having another contraction. She is astute at
reading my white knuckles, having been by my side for the past two
hours. She whirls back around snapping her gum and trying to lower
her voice on my account I'm sure.

“
No, he’s not here yet,”
she whispers hoarsely into her phone. “His personal assistant is
over at the courthouse now trying to get word to him. I don’t know;
some big class action lawsuit that’s been going on for days.” She
steps closer to the door, “Dig this, a bunch of desperate
housewives are suing some publishing house for glorifying sadistic
sex in some freaking erotica novels…hell yes I’m for real,” she
giggles, “apparently, they decided to try some of the shit they
read about and got permanently injured down
there.
Is that not a
hoot?”