by ANDREA SMITH
I put some plain silver hoop earrings in, and my heeled sandals. Trey had not mentioned any particular dress code for this evening so I assumed it was casual dress. If it wasn’t that was just too damn bad.
An hour later, Trey and I were cruising down the highway in his Lamborghini. He looked magnificent in his emerald colored polo shirt and taupe Dockers. Trey was extremely attentive in the car, which was a complete 180 to his temperament earlier. He rested his hand on my knee possessively, occasionally letting it travel up to my thigh while he drove. Perhaps I had Mark to thank for that I thought, chuckling to myself.
He turned the car into Morelli’s and I was glad. Somehow, Morelli’s had a good vibe for me. As soon as we stepped inside the door, Carmelita greeted us.
“Saluto il Signor Trey. Vedo che hai il tuo amore con voi questa sera.”
[Hello Mr. Trey. I see you have your love with you this evening.]
“Bueno sera Carmelita. Si puo abbiamo un tavolo privato? Ho molto da discutore con lei.”
[Good evening Carmelita. Yes may we have a private table? I have much to discuss with her.]
“Naturalmente la mia dolcezza. Mi sugua, per piacere.”
[Of course my sweetheart. Please follow me.]
“Voi e il vostro armore, vi rendera splendid bambini!”
[You and your love, you will make beautiful children!]
“Lo spero, Carmelita, un giormno.”
[I hope so Carmelita, one day.]
Trey and I were seated at the same table we had the first time that he had brought me here. It was romantic and secluded. Carmelita held my chair out for me. I smiled at her. She winked at me. Trey sat down and immediately ordered a bottle of Chianti.
“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 the Chianti.
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. I asked him what he thought about Ray moving in with Denise.
"About time," was his only comment.
I told him that Denise wanted us to get together for a cook-out at their place. He was non-committal.
I wasn't certain what the rules were that came with the exclusivity agreement Trey and I had agreed upon during our pre-coital discussion. Perhaps socializing with other couples was not part of the deal. I didn’t want to cross boundaries but it would be helpful to know what exactly the boundaries were.
I should have asked at the time, but I was eager to be done with it as down to business as I recall.
Our salads arrived. We burned a few more minutes up digging in. This was getting down right uncomfortable for me. Finally I looked at Trey.
“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 formed a big knot. 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 company that owns the house where you and you mother lived in Radcliff.”
“You went to Jackson, Mississippi?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I needed to find out what was going on. I found some things out, but not everything, yet.”
“Well?” I asked.
“The good news is that when you turned twenty-one 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 being in your name. What I haven’t been able to find out Tylar, is who the trustor is, in other words, who your father is.”
“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 principles 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.”
There was silence for several moments.
“I made a trip back to Louisville also."
“Why,” I asked, truly puzzled that Trey had spent the better part of a week traipsing around the east coast on my behalf.
“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, I mean 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 is referred to as the prefix; it 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 was to help you recover your trust money.”
“And it looks like that is 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 is 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 will 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 go ahead and bring the car around. When I came out of the restroom, Carmelita saw me and came over. She could tell that I had 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 that there wasn’t any additional information he planned to unveil tonight. I had other things in mind to finish the day on a much better note. It had been like two days since we had been carnal. I was having a problem with these long gaps between lovemaking.
I leaned over towards 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, making me get moist down there. 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 had barely gotten into the house without tearing each other’s clothes off. We were 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 front waist 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 out my skirt to cover what Trey had uncovered with his hands just moments before.
“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 are required to call them at your earliest opportunity. Something about the jury having come back."
“I’ve got to make that call, baby,” 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 was still waiting for Trey in my new silver silk camisole top and matching tap pants. They were trimmed in
light pink lace. I had purchased them in Atlanta.
I must have finally fallen asleep. I wasn’t sure how much later I awoke, but I definitely awoke. Trey was next to me, removing my silky 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. Oh God, his tongue was tracing my belly button and moving south very sensually. His long fingers were gently plying 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 vagina, 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 some nipple play. I nudged him onto his back, kneeling beside him.
His penis was hard and erect, as I grasped it in my hands, bringing 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. Pleasure that I gave him 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 the length of his hard penis. 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 penis came into direct contact with my sweet spot.
Trey moved his hips in sync with my rhythm, totally allowing me to set the pace. The way that Trey reacted to my movements, shifts in position and applied pressure was similar to the mechanics of dressage. I continued riding him, feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure begging for release. Our tempo increased, his hands were massaging my breasts, and then my buttocks as he gently raised them up a bit allowing me to slide back down; up and down, up and down, circular motion, then repeat.
I was building to an explosive crescendo; 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 penis throb as he expelled his ejaculate into the condom.
My uterus contracted with my orgasm as if making sure that his manhood was squeezed completely empty of his seed. This was so primal and beautiful I thought.
I couldn’t imagine ever having anyone else fulfill me as Trey did. I never wanted to think about anyone else being where Trey had been.
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 kissed my lips, and then my chin, then moved to my throat, and then kissed my ear. He whispered softly in my ear.
“You are mine, Tylar. Don’t ever forget that; you are mine.”
I shivered and snuggled next to him feeling totally satisfied and secure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Trey and I both woke up the next morning with ‘just fucked’ hair and smiles on our faces. We both needed showers again so we showered together. We went down to breakfast together holding hands. I felt so close to Trey once again. Thatcher was all smiles as he served Trey his coffee; bringing 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.
I felt my heart sink. It seemed like I was forever saying good-bye to Trey, or waiting for him to return. I looked across the table and he was studying my reaction.
“The call that I made last evening, the verdict came in from the jury; 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 will be tied up for at least a week, possibly longer.”
Was I allowed to have emotions about this? Could I be disappointed, or show disappointment? I still was not clear on how I was to play my role that was put into place prior to our consummation of the relationship.
The truth was I missed Trey terribly when we were apart. The other truth was I didn’t like becoming a needy person. I smiled up at him as I felt was likely expected, telling him to call me when he could. That seemed to appease him.
After breakfast, I kissed him briefly, telling him that I would see him when he got back and headed off to the stables to get Derringer ready 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 will be back this evening as a matter of fact. Come on over and have a beer if you want.”
“Sure thing,” he said, smiling. “Now that you’re twenty-one I expect you’re buying, right?”
“Absolutely,” I answered.
The day of training went well. Mark sent more videos back with me to review thi
s evening. I was going to see if Clint minded watching them with me. At this point, I was open to anyone’s opinion as to how they felt I was progressing. I went up to the main house to ungarage my new car to take into town to pick up beer and wine and some snacks for this evening. Trey had provided me with the code for the garage where my car resided.
This was actually my first time driving my new car. I was pumped. I fired it up, backing out, and putting the top down. It was sweet. I headed it out on the highway, enjoying the feel of the ride. I needed to stock it with my own CD’s. I made a mental note of that. In town, I picked up a six pack and a bottle of chilled Sauvignon Blanc. I bought some pizza rolls that were easily nuked.
I happened to pass Jenna in town; she was driving her Chevy Cruze. My car tore hers up. Her mouth dropped opened as I passed her, honking my horn and waving to her. I could hardly wait to see how she spun this. I was almost giddy thinking about it!
I returned to the estate, carefully parking my car back into the assigned garage. I carried my purchases back up the path to my cottage. Clint was just coming over as I arrived.
“Great timing, I guess,” he said.
“Yes, and I got your favorite,” I said, showing him the six pack I had purchased.
We went in and got comfortable.
“Have you had dinner yet, Clint?” I asked.
“I’m drinking it,” he replied with a smile, raising his cold beer up.
“Nonsense,” I answered. "I've got a big bag of pizza rolls for us. Let me nuke them and then dinner will be served.”
We talked and laughed, drinking and eating our pizza rolls. I switched the television on; we found the end of an old sci-fi movie to watch. We caught up on what everyone had been up to. It turned out Clint met a nice girl when he was at Sanctuary in Atlanta.