by ANDREA SMITH
The next part came up on the screen. He pushed me gently into the straw, lowered himself down on his knees. He positioned my legs apart and over his shoulders. Trey unbuttoned his fly, lowered his zipper, and released his very hard penis for the camera. I continued watching in fascination.
Trey was guiding his erection into me and I mentioned the condom.
(Oh God!)
I didn’t see myself protesting too much when he said ‘Fuck that’ and proceeded to enter me. There was the part where he rammed himself into me; the rhythmic thrusting began in earnest.
Oh my God, Trey was right.
(I am way louder than he is.)
I moaned and groaned every time he flexed his hips, my hands grasped his ass and pulled him in to me again and again.
Then the part where we both climaxed was in plain view with surround sound on the screen. Trey and I both cried out. Charlie did another zoom in on Trey’s face at that point; Trey told me to take it all as he gave a final thrust and shuddered.
(Obviously, I had taken it all.)
I patted my baby bump and remembered how good we were that night. The part that I hated would be coming up soon. I stopped the video, not particularly inclined to re-live that portion.
I glanced over toward the hall and saw Trey leaning against the doorway. He had his arms crossed, regarding me impassively.
(Holy crow, how long has he been standing there?)
“Off the phone, honey?” I asked him sweetly.
“What in the hell are you doing, Tylar?”
“Watching some porn,” I answered, smiling.
He quickly entered the room, coming over to stand next to the bed.
“How did you find that?” he asked.
(Clearly, I was busted.)
“I was snooping,” I confessed honestly.
“For what?”
“My ring.”
He sat down on the bed next to me, crossing his leg over, resting his ankle on his thigh. I loved him in those flannel trousers.
“First of all, I wouldn’t hide your ring if you are even getting one here in the bedroom. Secondly, why would you want to spoil a surprise like that anyway?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was bored.”
He raked his hand through his tousled hair a couple of times.
“Trey, why did you have the DVD hidden under the mattress?”
He looked a bit sheepish and a tad uncomfortable with the question.
“I wanted to make sure that it didn’t get mixed in with any of my other DVD’s by accident.”
“That is so much bullshit and you know it.”
I was laughing now.
“Who the hell else lives here that could accidently come upon it?”
I actually think I saw a blush cross his handsome face.
“Just never mind,” he replied, sternly. “No more snooping, understood?”
I was feeling dangerous so I crawled up next to him on the bed. He glanced over at me warily, knowing that I wasn’t yet finished with the subject of our X-rated DVD.
“Tell me the truth, Trey. Did you watch that DVD while you masturbated?”
"Would you have preferred me watching porn? Or perhaps you would have preferred that I had not masturbated at all. I could have simply fucked Charlotte instead I guess."
Instantly I was overcome with the thought of that and it made me nauseous.
“I don’t think so,” I replied curtly.
“What are you going to do about it, Ms. Preston?” he challenged, putting the emphasis on ‘Ms.’
“You’re going to fuck me right now, Mr. Sinclair,” I said, pulling my clothes off as quickly as I could.
“Oh, am I now?” he purred, arching an eyebrow.
“Yes, you are mine and no one else’s and you are going to prove it. Get naked.”
He removed his tie and shirt; unbuckled his belt, released the button on his trousers and pulled them off, never taking his eyes off of mine.
(God this is so sexy.)
His socks were off already. His hard penis strained against his silk boxers, anxious for me. He shoved his boxers down, kicking them off. He was lying on his back, his head propped up on his double row of bed pillows; one arm crooked underneath his head, smiling up at me leisurely.
I moved over and straddled him, putting my pelvis up near his face. His free hand grabbed my buttocks, bringing me forward as I arched my back slightly so that my sex was well within tongue’s length of him. His hot, searing mouth was on me in an instant; his tongue invaded my folds, swirling and dipping into every layer of my womanhood. His hand kneaded by buttocks, moving between my legs to gently insert a finger into my wet and flexing orifice. In and out, in and out his fingers moved, circling and thrusting against that very special spot deep inside.
I moaned with the need of him. I wanted to possess him fully. I moved down, putting my hand around the girth of his shaft; I poised myself directly over his rigid penis, then slowly settled myself down onto it until he was fully inside. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him below his shoulders and squeezing tightly, pivoting myself up and down, and back and forth using him as my launch. I rose up on him, and then plunged down, again and again.
Trey's fingers were now on my clitoris gently
squeezing and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues licking tongues.
“This belongs to me, Trey,” I said, as I rode him up and down, again and again watching the pure pleasure I was giving him, feeling my uterus squeezing his shaft with each upward pull.
He moaned again and again as I quickened my rhythm on him. I sat back, arching my back my fingers pressing into his perineum; stroking the sensitive area with increased pressure.
“I’m ready to come, baby,” he said, hoarsely.
“Come for me, Trey,” I coaxed.
He rocked me back and forth with his thrusts; I felt the heat in my core spreading tipping me over the edge into perfect orgasmic oblivion. I felt the gush of my ejaculation pour out onto him. Trey stiffened, crying out my name. His penis throbbed as his ejaculation pulsated out into me again and again and again. He shuddered as he totally emptied himself in to me, drawing me down to lay against his chest and feel his heart that was beating for me. I put my lips to his, softly kissing them, my tongue searching his mouth gently. His tongue found mine in a swirling dance of pleasure.
“I love you, Trey.”
“I love you, Tylar.”
We lay like this for awhile, totally spent from our lovemaking. We both felt the baby move at the same time. I was still lying on top of Trey; he was still inside me.
“I think we may have awoken someone,” he said, chuckling.
I gently eased off of Trey, taking my place beside him. His hand immediately moved to by growing abdomen, lightly massaging the area.
“There he is again,” Trey said, excitedly.
“So you do want a boy,” I said, my head propped up on my elbow watching his delightful expression.
"I will be ecstatic no matter what the sex is. I just don’t like referring to the baby as ‘it,” he explained. I got it. I felt the same way.
“By the way,” he said, kissing my nose. “I made an appointment for you the Wednesday after we return with a local OB/GYN. He comes highly recommended by Janice.”
I was actually pleased that Trey had taken care of that. I wasn’t comfortable asking anyone at the office for a referral since my condition was not public knowledge yet. I wasn’t sure that Gina would be the right person to make a recommendation either.
“That’s fine,” I replied. “Do you have his card or anything?”
“Actually, I have all of the information on my Blackberry. I would like to go with you to your appointments if you have no objection.”
“Of course not,” I replied, “But what if you are tied up in court or something?”
“I’ll have Tonya schedule them around my court appearances. No worries.”
“Trey, how soon did you plan on letting everyone at the firm know that I’m pregnant? Hell, they don’t even know that we’re engaged yet.”
“I figure they can find out at the same time,” he grinned.
I didn’t particularly find the humor in that.
“Oh come on,” he said, “That’s what they are all going to think anyway. Why would that possibly bother you?”
“I don’t know. It just does. It makes me feel trashy. Like my mom,” I said quietly.
“That’s nonsense, Tylar. You are nothing like your mother and you need to shed those self-doubts about yourself. Even if people are petty enough to assume the worst about us, they will soon see how much I love you. If they know me at all, they know that I am not one to be unwillingly trapped. If that fails, well we can always let them borrow
our porn video.”
“Very funny, Mr. Sinclair,” I replied. “You laugh now but look how close that might have come to being reality.”
Trey frowned slightly.
“Yes and I would feel much better if my investigator could locate your mother. She’s still missing in action.”
“You know, if she’s pregnant, you would think she would want to be close to Daniel. I mean she is almost forty-two years old. It still blows me away that she would have another child after all those years of neglecting me.”
“She will turn up,” Trey assured me. “Let’s think about something more pleasant, shall we?”
Trey and I showered together and I helped him pack for our trip to Bristol. I asked him questions about his brothers. The oldest one was named Nigel after Clive’s father who had passed away in England years before; the next younger to Nigel was Tristan. He was the confirmed bachelor like Trey or so he had once told me. Trey said he had never been very close to his brothers, mainly due to the age difference and the fact that they lived on the opposite coast.
He made no secret of the fact that Nigel’s wife, Caroline, was a true bitch. He told me that if she gave me any shit whatsoever, I was to give it right back. If I felt like I couldn’t, he said I was to let him know and he would.
I asked Trey how Susan felt about Caroline. He said that his mother loved all of her sons and that out of respect for them she would never make waves. I pretty much figured that Susan tolerated Caroline. He said Caroline had loved Tess like a younger sister. There was that name again. I asked Trey if he had heard anything further from Tess and he said he had not returned her call. He did warn me that we may run into her and Zach over the holidays.
This might turn out to be a fairly interesting trip I thought to myself before drifting off to sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Trey and I set out early for the drive to Bristol. He had my Santa Fe loaded and ready by 6 a.m. I brought an assortment of Christmas CD’s to play on the trip. I was gently nudging my Trey into the Christmas spirit. I had bought each of us red fuzzy Santa stocking hats that had little bells on the end. I made the rule that we had to wear them until we reached his parents house. That got a major eye roll out of Trey, but he complied.
It was dark when we took off and within twenty minutes I had fallen back to sleep. When I awoke it was light out and Trey was pulling into the parking lot of a Jerry’s J-Boy Restaurant. I loved Jerry’s and he knew it.
“Well, so much for us singing Christmas carol’s the whole trip, Ms. Sleepyhead,” he teased, flicking the bell on my Santa cap. Trey started to remove his hat.
“No, no,” I said, staying his arm. “We agreed to wear these hats the whole trip and that includes stops along the way.”
“Tylar,” he gave me his warning tone, “There was no agreement, you simply made up this silly rule. I would prefer not to wear this into the restaurant if you don’t mind.”
“But I do mind, Mr. Sinclair. We are going to have the Christmas spirit the whole way there,” I said reproachfully, wagging my finger at him.
Trey heaved a heavy sigh and pushed his hat back down, rolling his eyes at me.
“Just sit anywhere,” the waitress called out, her hands clutching three glasses of water as she headed off to a booth. Our bells were jingling as we walked to an empty booth, other patrons smiled as we passed.
“See Trey,” I said as we sat down. “People appreciate holiday cheer. It’s the one day of the year that makes up for all the rest of them. It’s nice to get started a little early.”
"Anything you say Tylar," Trey answered smiling.
His eyes were warm as he took my hand into his. "Just think,
next year we will have a seven month-old baby to spoil at
Christmas,” he said softly, squeezing my hand gently.
“I know,” I sighed, “I can hardly wait. I think he will have some grandparents eager to spoil him as well.”
“That is a given, baby.”
Our waitress approached out table greeting us warmly.
“Hi y’all, I’m Rowena and can take your order whenever you’re ready.”
She glanced up studying Trey’s handsome face as he pondered the menu. She smiled, resting her hands on her generous hips.
“Well if you two aren’t just as cute as Christmas,” she said, playfully flipping at the bell on Trey’s hat several times giggling. “What can I get for you Mr. Santa?” Her voice was thick with flirtation.
(Hello, he is with someone you hick chick!)
Her eyes never left Trey which had proven fairly typical when we visited restaurants at least for the first time. I was actually starting to get used to it. Trey always appeared impassive to it, unless our server happened to be a male and flirted with me. That was a totally different story.
“Tylar,” Trey said looking over, forcing the red headed bimbo to focus on me. I ordered a waffle with sausage, juice and milk. Trey ordered coffee, bacon and eggs. She flitted off with her booty shaking to put our order in. I rolled my eyes at Trey.
“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“You can take that hat off it if you want,” I said. “It seems to be drawing unwanted attention.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” he smirked.
It was my turn for an eye roll.
Rowena was back with the coffee pot. She leaned over providing Trey full view of her ample cleavage pouring coffee into his mug.
“Cream, sugar?” she gushed at him.
“No, black is fine,” Trey replied ignoring her obvious flirtation.
“Excuse me,” I interrupted, “May I please have my orange juice.”
“Sure, honey,” she replied, not taking her eyes off of Trey.
I was fuming and Trey knew it. He was finding my jealousy somewhat amusing and I was finding the bitch’s audacity unacceptable. She returned setting my juice down on the table, smiling at Trey as she went on. I took my prenatal vitamin out of my purse, taking it with a large swig of orange juice. Trey was sipping his coffee, watching me thoughtfully.
“So what time do you think we will get to Bristol?” I asked, trying to divert my own attention away from Rowena.
Trey checked his Rolex. “We’ve got another three hours. We’ll be there by noon.”
“Good,” I replied. I want to get some shopping in today. You need to help me pick out stuff for your mom and dad. Are we exchanging with your brothers and Caroline?”
“I suppose so, we usually do. Perhaps we can find some sort of a jeweled muzzle for Caroline,” he said, frowning.
“She can’t be all that bad, Trey.”
He arched an eyebrow at me, giving me a clear ‘wanna-bet’ look.
“Did you get along with her when you were with Tess?” I asked.
“Not really. Caroline took advantage of the fact that Tess was younger and impressionable. She liked the fact that someone, anyone would look up to her. Tess did that. In exchange, many of Caroline’s superficial and shallow values were impressed upon Tess. I’m sure that they still stay in touch. Caroline is an only child; Tess never had a sister so they feel some sort of faux sibling con
nection.”
“How did your mother feel about Tess?”
"Mom loved Tess. I mean we were together for a lot of years starting back in high school. Mom never had a daughter so Tess filled that void in some ways. Mom never
bonded with Caroline at all. Tess was someone that shared
confidences with my mother; they shopped dined and
traveled to visit me together when I was at Oxford.”
I somehow was 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,” Trey said softly, “Mom will love you more if that is what’s bothering you.”
He could read me so well. I hoped that she would. I had a mother void to fill, Tess did not.
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 would bring the milk I ordered,” I complained.
Rowena returned with her coffee part, filling Trey’s mug, rubbing his shoulder when finished asking if he needed anything else.
“Excuse me, Rowena,” I snapped, getting her attention. “Touch him again and you will be picking up what few teeth you have left in your mouth off of the floor. You may 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 looked at Trey catching the startled look on his face. 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 suppose you are pissed off at me for going off on Rowena like that.”