MAYBE BABY

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Aargh,” he gritted as he body stiffened and stopped; I felt the rhythmic pulsating as his climax pumped into me.

  It seemed to go on for awhile. I hoped that this meant Trey had not fucked anyone else since we had made our baby. I was afraid to ask. Did I even have a right to ask I wondered?

  He was hovering closer to me, resting his moist body close to mine. He hadn’t fully lowered his weight on me during our love-making I noticed. His face lowered to mine, kissing my face all over, rubbing my damp hair back off of my face. He kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks and my chin. He lips found mine, lightly kissing them as if I was a China doll again.

  I returned his kisses, framing his gorgeous face between my hands, not wanting him to pull himself out of my body. He smiled down at me, showing me his sexy dimple, which I promptly kissed. His smile widened, resulting in his sexy crooked grin.

  “What,” I asked; wrinkling my brow trying to figure out exactly what amused him at the moment.

  He kissed me softly.

  “My baby has quite a potty mouth when she wants her orgasm,” he teased.

  I blushed. That was the first time that I had been that vocal with Trey. He had a tendency to whisper naughty things to me during the heat of passion; I had not done so until today. It was new to me but I liked the freedom of being vocally demonstrative when necessary.

  “Was I too bossy?” I inquired, smiling back at him.

  “Not at all, Ms. Preston. My aim is to please.”

  “And that you did, Mr. Sinclair.” I replied, kissing him back.

  Trey gently removed himself from me, rolling over next to me, and pulling me to him, cradling me in his arms.

  “Trey, is there a reason why you didn’t, you know, lie fully on me like you normally do?”

  “Didn’t you like our position?” he questioned.

  “Oh, yeah I absolutely did, but I like the closeness of your heart beating next to mine,” I answered honestly. “It makes me feel so close to you.”

  Trey’s brows furrowed slightly.

  “I want to make sure that I don’t hurt the baby, Tylar,” he replied, smoothing my hair back from my face again.

  “Trey, I don’t think that the baby is in any danger from us having sex.”

  “I’d prefer if your doctor makes the ruling on that, okay?”

  I rolled my eyes, stifling a giggle. I never expected Trey to be a worrywart about something like this. I wasn’t even sure about what Trey’s feelings were about the baby. We hadn’t gotten that far as of yet. Perhaps now was the perfect time to broach that subject.

  “So, are you mad about the baby?” I asked, tentatively

  He gave me a don’t-be-stupid look.

  “How can I be mad about the baby, Tylar? It’s not a situation where you purposely entrapped me. I saw the video; you were trying to assist me; things got out of hand, then quickly got, well, even more out of hand, I guess. We need to discuss where we go from here.”

  I shifted in the bed nervously. I didn’t want to have this discussion, lying naked with Trey in my bed, dripping his cum from our recent coupling. I wasn't sure I wanted it at all.

  “What?” he asked, observing my attempt to rise from the bed.

  “I’d like to put something on, Trey.”

  “I much prefer you this way, Tylar,” he said, displaying his dimpled grin.

  I silently hoped that our baby would be blessed with his dimples. I had heard that dimples were a result of being kissed by an angel before birth. Trey had been kissed twice.

  I ignored his charm for the moment, pulling the bedspread off the bed, forcing him to get up so that I could do it. He reached down, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. I wrapped the bedspread around me, going to my closet and pulling my pink satin robe out. I dropped the bedspread, and shrugged into my robe, tying it around my waste. I sat back down on my bed, drawing my legs up so that my chin rested on my knees.

  Trey had put his shirt back on, buttoning just a few of the buttons. He sat down next to me, rolling his sleeves halfway up his forearms. He slid his Rolex watch back on, fastening the band with the safety clasp.

  “Tylar, this is all very new to me,” he said, “My plans changed drastically once my engagement was broken. Marriage and family were no longer part of my plan.”

  I felt my heart sink, and a feeling of dejection was starting to seep in.

  "At this point I want you to know that I will be here in whatever way that I can to lend both financial and emotional support. I want you with me in Atlanta, Tylar. I don't want us to be apart during this."

  My heart raced just a bit. The feeling of dejection was dissipating.

  “I can promise you safety and security. I can't promise any more than that right now, though. I have not done well with . . . relationships. Do you understand?”

  I looked at him and though what he said cut me to the quick, I knew that he was being as honest as he could be. He would not make empty promises. He had never shared with me the intimate details of his life; yet he knew all of mine.

  “I understand what you are saying, Trey. I guess I understand what you are offering me. I appreciate your honesty and candor. I have a life here for now. I can’t have the life I’ve started carving out for me and my baby here by going with you to another town. My home is here. This is where I need to be for now.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  Once again Trey was pissed by not getting exactly what he wanted. He did not do well hiding his exasperation. He was used to getting his own way. I was not about to uproot and move to Atlanta simply because he wanted me there. He silently pulled the zipper up on his trousers; searching under the bed for his socks. He finally located them, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.

  His hair had my signature ‘Tylar fucked Trey’ look. I hadn’t moved a bit; still sitting with my legs drawn up, chin resting on my knees.

  “Thanksgiving is Thursday,” he stated. “Will you come to Bristol with me?”

  His invitation took me by surprise. I had both Thursday and Friday off for the Thanksgiving holiday, but I had made no plans since I basically had no family. Was Trey actually going to introduce me to his family?

  “You want to take me to Bristol to meet your family?”

  “That’s the plan if you accept my invitation.”

  I couldn’t deny that I was curious to meet his parents. It might tell me so much more about Trey. I wasn’t sure how much they knew, if anything about me.

  “Have you told them anything about me?” I asked.

  “They know that you and I were seeing each other this summer. If you are asking if they know that we are about to make them grandparents, the answer is 'no,” he smiled mischievously.

  “You aren’t planning to spring that on them at Thanksgiving?” I asked suspiciously.

  “Of course not,” he said, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose. “I think we’ll save that news for Christmas.”

  “Ha ha,” I replied sarcastically. “I’m sure they’ve got their share of grandchildren by now.”

  “Actually, no,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This will be their first. I’m sure they will be delighted with the news once they get it.”

  “I thought you had a couple of older brothers living in California?”

  Trey cocked an eyebrow at me, as he tied his shoelaces. I realized that we had never discussed his family in detail. He knew that I had obtained my information from other sources.

  “I do,” he replied. “One is a confirmed bachelor, like me. The other is married to a frigid bitch that if we are lucky is barren.”

  Wow, I so wanted to meet his family. Trey saw my expression and laughed. I loved the sound of his smooth and silky laugh. I didn’t hear it often enough.

  “So, are you in for some family fun?” he teased.

  “Why the hell not?” I answered, smiling back at him.

  “Good. We’ll fly down tomorrow after you get off work. How’s that?”

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��That’s fine with me, but I’ve got a million things to do then,” I said, leaping off of the bed.

  “Whoa, there,” Trey said, grabbing me, and pulling me back to him.

  “Not so fast, and I will ask you to be more careful, Ms. Preston. After all, you are carrying my birthday present.”

  It took a moment for me to register what he had said. Then I remembered our conversation. Our baby had been conceived on Trey’s birthday!

  “So you’re not mad your birthday present is going to be nine months late?” I asked him with a grin.

  “Not at all; perfection takes time; and our baby will be perfect.”

  He reached over, cupping my face in his hands and lowered his face to kiss me gently. I was so in need of my Trey fix. His timing as always, had been perfect.

  Trey and I showered together and then dressed for dinner. I had offered to cook something at the house but he insisted on taking me out.

  We went to a cozy bistro just a few blocks away. I was famished these days and nothing tasted bad to me. We talked about his family during dinner. His brothers would not be coming in for Thanksgiving, which actually made me feel better about going. I would be nervous enough meeting his parents. Trey said that his brothers usually made it back for Christmas.

  Trey’s father, Clive had been born and raised in England. He would turn seventy years old in January; his mother, Susan was born and raised in Virginia, not far from Bristol. She had met Trey’s father when she attended college in England. She was two years younger than Clive. Both of his parents had descended from families that were very involved with horses either as trainers or breeders. Trey mentioned that his parents had commented on the video of the dressage competition that netted first place for Derringer.

  “Are you ever going to tell me about your relationship with Tess?” I questioned.

  His face darkened as it always seemed to do at the mention on her name. I hoped he wasn’t angry at me for bringing it up, though he had promised to tell me anything I wanted to know some time back. That had never happened.

  “What is it exactly you want to know?”

  He was testy. Did I really want to go there? I decided that I did.

  “I want to know everything. How you met. Why the engagement was broken. If you still love her,” I finished, softly.

  He looked at me warily.

  “Not tonight, Tylar. Tonight I would like it just to be about us, okay? I promise I will fill you in another time.”

  He placed his hand over mine.

  “You look tired, baby. Let’s get you home and tucked into bed. It’s a work night for you.”

  I nodded, allowing him to help me with my coat, and take my arm as we exited to the chilly November evening.

  Once home, I went upstairs got into my nightgown and brushed my teeth. I went back down and Trey was on his laptop, checking email messages.

  “You don’t have Wi-Fi,” he commented.

  “I don’t have a computer anymore. Mom took it when she emptied the house out. I had a desktop.”

  “We’ll have to see about getting you one,” he stated.

  “Trey,” I started, I was quickly cut off.

  “Tylar there are certain things with me that are non-negotiable. This is one of them. If you refuse to go back to Atlanta with me, I certainly can’t force you; however, I must have a means of communicating with you. Your phone needs updating and you need a laptop as well. I have the means of providing these to you and I will do so. End of subject. Come kiss me good-night.”

  I was in no mood for an argument. I reasoned that it wasn’t good for the baby. I had read somewhere that babies recognize their mother’s voices after they are born because they can hear from the womb. I was not going to have my baby thinking I was a raving, argumentative bitch. I would communicate my disagreements or a rebuttal to Trey’s controlling demands and edicts in non-verbal ways. Once I got my new laptop.

  “Aren’t you coming to bed, Trey?”

  He was sprawled on the loveseat, his shoes off with his feet crossed resting on the coffee table.

  “I’ve got some emails to answer, and then I’ll be up,” he said, tugging my hand with his so that I was right next to the love seat. I bent down and kissed him softly.

  “Don’t be too long,” I said, coquettishly, brushing my hand against his crotch suggestively. The truth was this second trimester was the bomb when it came to hormones. Mine were raging and I had plans for them. I skipped on up the stairs to my room.

  I had no problem falling asleep once my head hit the pillow. I felt safe and secure knowing that Trey was here in my home, and that he would be next to me in my bed for the whole night. I felt warm and cozy; my butterflies were emerging from their cocoons for the occasion.

  I woke when I felt him beside me. He was naked except for his boxers. He was snuggled up against me, his arm flung over me possessively. He must have been there for awhile because I could hear his even breathing. He was sleeping soundly. Should I wake him? My hormones were singing like Mick Jagger for some satisfaction. I knew they wouldn’t let me sleep until they got some.

  I rolled over onto my stomach, perching myself up on my elbows. Trey’s face was so beautiful in the moonlight cascading in through the sheers on my bedroom windows. I leaned up and kissed his chin dimple, lightly brushing my tongue down into the depth. My hands moved over his chest, gently, as I scooted down just a bit so that I could kiss his neck, moving to his shoulders, then his chest. I circled his man nipples with my tongue, slowly and leisurely. He stirred in his sleep.

  My head moved south, my hair brushing down his chest to his flat belly. My tongue found his bellybutton, dipping in and out and around. I let my tongue follow the narrow treasure trail of hair located south of his navel. His right hand was now fisted in my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail behind my head so that he could watch me. Trey was a very visual lover. I tugged at his boxers. He assisted by raising his hips so that I could pull them down the length of his legs, where he kicked them off. His erection sprang free; bold and proud. I pulled my nightgown over my head, tossing it off the bed, my panties quickly followed.

  I looked up, my eyes meeting his in a gaze that was heated with passion and desire. His left arm was crooked underneath his head, lifting it up a bit so that he could have full view of what I was doing.

  I shifted myself, using my knee to spread his thighs a bit so that I could take my place directly between his legs. Our eyes held as my tongue and my hands gently caressed his erect manhood. He moaned softly as I took the length into my mouth, flexing my tongue around and around it as I gently kneaded his balls.

  My tongue licked and swirled back up to the head, and I sheathed my teeth as I sucked and tongued the ridge of skin surrounding it. I fingered the tip where the clear lubricating fluid seeped from it, allowing my tongue to lap it up. I sunk my head back down, taking it all once again with greedy hunger.

  “Oh, Tylar,” he whispered huskily. “I love what you do to me, baby.”

  I could feel my wetness and arousal from ministering to him. I needed to possess him. I raised myself and straddled him, lowering myself gently down onto his well lubricated penis. His hands immediately went to my hips, bracing them. He lifted my hips up and down slowly, as I leaned forward just a bit, gyrating my pelvis in a circular motion. I moaned softly each time he raised and lowered me onto him.

  His fullness inside of me was quenching my needs. I could feel my uterus contracting and squeezing his girth. He moaned and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me down as his hips bucked forward then back, forward then back. My sweet spot swelled as the head of his penis brushed against it back and forth with his movements.

  My hands reached gently down behind me, finding the sensitive seam underneath his balls. I traced the seam with my fingernail to the area close to his prostrate. I gently massaged his “P” spot; Trey moaned his breath ragged with pleasure. His thrusts intensified pushing me over the edge; our climaxes exploded together, both of us cr
ying out as the exquisite spasms racked our bodies at the same time.

  I felt my liquid release gush forth as Trey’s penis pumped his ejaculation into me, groaning with each spurt of release. I loved that I could drain him so thoroughly and that he could do the same to me. As the spasms slowly subsided, Trey pulled me down to his face, pressing kisses all over my tingly neck and face. His arms enfolded me to him. I could feel his steady heartbeat against me. His hands were gently rubbing my neck and my hair.

  “Don’t ever leave me, Tylar.”

  It was barely a whisper. I wasn’t sure if it was even said. I wasn’t about to ask. I raised myself up off of him. I settled beside him, his arm still underneath me. He pulled the covers up over us. We slept naked, our limbs entangled with each other for the rest of the night. My hormones were snoring softly.

  My alarm went off precisely at 7:30 a.m. just as usual. I stretched languidly underneath the warm covers of my bed. I was still naked and it felt good against my sheets. Trey was not in bed beside me. I hadn’t felt him leave the bed. I feeling of panic hit me for some reason. I called out his name.

  I heard steps in the hallway; Trey poked his head in. The lower half of his face was covered with shaving cream. A towel was wrapped around his hips.

  “I’m right here,” he said. His hair was damp and tousled from his shower.

  I tried to pretend that the panic I felt when I awoke and he was gone from my bed had not driven me to call out his name. He was still watching me, waiting for me to say something.

  “I just was wondering what you were going to do today while I’m at work?”

  That was a plausible inquiry.

  “I’m planning on working from here. I’ve got my phone and laptop. I am going to see about getting our reservations made for the trip. Now get your lazy ass out of bed and get ready. I'll have your breakfast waiting."

  He presented me with a dimpled grin and left my room. I stretched again, rifling my hands through my ‘’just fucked’ hair and reluctantly scooted out of bed. I grabbed my pink robe, shrugging into it and tying the belt around my waist.