MAYBE BABY

by ANDREA SMITH

  “You are mine, Tylar,” he hissed.

  I could smell the Jack Daniels on his warm breath. I realized then the depth of his anger. A small spark of fear trickled through me; I shivered. Was this going to be a punishment fuck? If so, what was my crime I wondered?

  “What is this about, Trey?” I asked, his mouth once again teasing my lips with kisses, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

  “Hush,” he ordered as he straddled me, my arms still pinned above me.

  His knee pushed my thighs apart. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness; I could see his erect penis as he hovered above me. His hand was wrapped around the girth and it was hot.

  “This is a refresher course, Ms. Preston. You need to learn that you are mine. I wasn’t happy with the attention you paid my brother this evening. It would appear 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. He gazed down at me in the soft light.

  “My love is given freely, Tylar. I have surrendered my heart to you; I have not, however, relinquished my masculinity in the process. I won’t tolerate your dismissive treatment. Do you understand?”

  His eyes bore into my mine. He waited for confirmation. I swallowed nervously, uncomfortable under his unrelenting gaze.

  “Yes,” I answered, nodding affirmatively.

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

  Once again, 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 over onto my stomach; he took two of the bed pillows and positioned them underneath my abdomen, so that my behind was tilted upward. I felt his nearness as he straddled over the backs of my thighs, his erection brushed against them. His long fingers caressed the skin on my backside very sensually.

  Suddenly I felt the stinging slap of his hand across my butt.

  Ow!!

  Before I had time to react, it was followed by yet another harsh smack. Tears stung my eyes but it was not 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 very warm ass.

  (What was that about?)

  Trey stopped; his hands gently massaged my now tender skin there. He leaned over and brushed his lips across my backside, his manhood now poking near my very wet carnal cavity. His left arm reached underneath my hips, drawing my butt upward towards him. He placed his hands on my hips, spreading my legs wider with his thigh.

  Trey 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. Trey pulled his fingers from me. I whined with displeasure.

  From behind, Trey buried himself into me with one deliberate thrust. His hands were braced against my hips. I cried out with pleasure at the fulfillment.

  He continued sliding his manhood in and out of me with precision; my hips gyrated in response to his strong thrusts. I heard Trey groan from behind me, his cadence increased.

  “This is mine, Tylar,” he rasped.

  His fingers dug into my flesh as he eased out of me then slammed back into me. I cried out. He stopped.

  “Again?” he asked softly.

  “Yes, please Trey,” I murmured breathlessly.

  Trey moaned low in his throat as he buried his penis back inside of me. He eased out of me once again, and then slammed back into me. He repeated this over and over with slowness and deliberation.

  It was both a punishing and pleasurable rhythm. My need for him was overwhelming. Something had changed over the past several days interrupting our connection. I wanted—needed it back. I rolled my hips, pressing back against him with all the force that I could muster. His hands pressed against my hips, as he raised and lowered them to meet his thrusts at will.

  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 manhood 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; his eyes searched mine for affirmation of some sort. I was confused; what had just happened?

  “Trey, 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, gloriously beautiful. I wondered how such a magnificent man could have insecurities about anything. I recalled how the women in his law firm regarded him with thinly veiled desire; the not so subtle flirtations. He never

  seemed to notice; never responded to their flirtations. Tristan

  was right. Trey was all about me.

  Trey returned to bed wearing boxers. He climbed under the covers, pulling me to him. My head rested on his chest, his arm folded around me. There was so much we didn’t know about each other; so many ways we continued to amaze one another.

  “So,” he said, “Are you ready to hear what happened tonight?”

  “How fucked up is it?” I asked.

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

  “Doubtful, Mr. Sinclair. Knowing all that you do about me and my baggage, it couldn’t possibly rival that.” Trey cocked an eyebrow giving me a ‘wanna bet’ look.

  “First things first. The purpose of Tess’s phone call was quite simply to get some confidential legal advice. Despite our past, she knows that she can trust me and I think you will understand why it had to be me she turned to in this particular situation. Apparently, Tess and Nigel have fallen in love.”

  I gasped, sitting straight up not believing his revelation.

  “No!” I choked, “Really?”

  Trey nodded affirmatively.

  “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 was not 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 take cruises together. The affair has been going on for a couple of years. Tristan knew about it for awhile. The only reason I found out was through Tess.”

  I watched as Trey raked his hand through his hair; I wanted to see how much it bothered him that his ex-fiancée had been fucking his own brother. He didn’t appear fazed by it 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; Zach pretty much 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 at the party all of that changed. He came inside; dropping digs about seeing you and Tristan outside hugging.”

  He stopped, a frown crossing his face, obviously displeased. His expression changed to sheepishness when he continued.

  “I was pissed, and slightly inebriated, so I made an off the cuff remark about people in glass houses not throwing stone
s. 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 over to Tess and started threatening to ‘spill the beans’ on her. I was extremely confused about the dynamics, unable to figure out why Nigel's affair with Tess

  would put Landon in such a state of fury. To make an already long story short, Landon misunderstood my comments. He thought I was referring to the affair that he has been having with Caroline.”

  “What the hell?” I nearly screamed.

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

  “Oh My God! This should be a Jerry Springer mini-series,” I replied.

  “Anyway, by this time, everything unraveled. Caroline was mad because Nigel had been cheating with Tess and because Landon had known and not divulged it to her out of loyalty to his sister.”

  “And your parents?”

  “Oh, I’m quite sure both sets of parents feel like trailer trash at the moment.”

  “Where’s Caroline now?”

  “She left with Landon; Nigel is 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 came out in the open. By the way, while everyone was clearing their dirty laundry this evening, I clarified something to both families.”

  “What was that?” I asked.

  “They all know now that the baby Tess miscarried was not mine. They know that it was Zach’s. 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 awhile, but in reality, everyone seems to be with the person that they really want to be with, at least for now.”

  “What about you, Trey?”

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

  “What frightens me?”

  “Your past,” he answered, “And the fact that you feel as if you are 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 my shoulder.

  “I’m not sure that I like having to answer to a man, or be bossed around. 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 as well. There will be disagreements and arguments; that is to be expected. I’m older than you. Sometimes you have to trust that maybe I’ve learned some of life’s lessons already. I only try to protect you from the mistakes or poor judgments that I’ve made.”

  “I get that Trey, but you have to allow me so make some of my own choices; yes I will fail at times, but the lessons best learned are those learned from personal experience.”

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

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

  “Oh yeah,” I’ve had enough family for one holiday.”

  He leaned over, kissing my lips softly, drawing me into his warmth. I nestled against him happy that our connection was finally reestablished. The distance between us had closed. We felt the fluttering at the same time. Trey’s hand was resting across my abdomen.

  “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 cheek 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. He studied my growing belly now, rubbing his hand over it gently, leaning over and pressing soft kisses on it. My hand stroked his just-fucked hair lovingly.

  I knew that Trey was going to make a wonderful father. I was certain that he would make a wonderful husband as well.

  It was me that I wasn’t sure of at the moment. There was just too much unfinished business with my mother and my fucked-up past. I wasn’t content that I knew everything I needed to know yet. She was out there and she had some explaining to do.

  I was happy that Trey and I were going home tomorrow. I loved having him all to myself for now.

  EPILOGUE

  North Bay Hospital, May 2, 2012

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

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

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

  “No, he’s not here yet,” she whispers hoarsely into her Blackberry. “His personal assistant is over at the court house now trying to get word to him. I don’t know – some big class action lawsuit that’s been going on for days.”

  “Dig this,” she says, her voice going a notch lower, “A bunch of desperate housewives are suing some publishing house for glorifying sadistic sex in some freaking erotica novels.”

  “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?”

  (Oh God, I feel another one of those gut-wrenching contractions getting started. I will not scream; I will not scream!)

  “What do you mean which side is Trey representing? The fucking housewives for Chrissake, Ian! He’s an attorney for class action plaintiffs, duh?”

  She turns back to face me, rolling her eyes. I grip the rails on my hospital bed, bracing for the rolling wave of pain that is thrashing inside of me. I squeeze my eyes shut.

  “Shit, Ian – I got to go, Tylar’s having another contraction.”

  Gina is at my side, instructing me to do the ‘hee-hee-hee’s’ in three beat sequences. The pain of the contraction starts to subside. I am now being instructed by my ‘labor Nazi’ to take a deep, cleansing breath.

  (Fuck this hurts!)

  “You are doing great, Ty. I really mean it, girlfriend,” she says.

  Gina dabs my sweaty forehead with a damp washcloth that she nagged ‘Nurse Ratched’ for earlier. Gina assigned the name to the nurse immediately upon our arrival. I don’t think she is so bad.

  “More ice chips, Ty?” Gina asks, reaching for the empty cup.

  “Yes, please Gina. And, by the way, where the fuck is Trey?”

  “Don’t worry. His P.A. has my cell number. I told her to call me as soon as she gets the message to him in court. Chill out. That’s an order.”

  She winks as she scoots out of the room to go and demand more ice chips from ‘Nurse Ratched.’ I smile; glad that at least Gina can be here with me. I called Denise earlier, letting her know that my labor had started. Trey and I haven’t seen her or Ray since the day we left Bristol on the day after the horrific family Christmas. We made a special stop before leaving town to visit with them.

  The ordeal with Charlie Roberts and the plea bargain was finalized in January. The evidence had been released back to
me. I asked Trey to dispose of the notes and plum silk pajamas. I never wanted to lay eyes on that shit again.

  I still have the blue velvet boxes with the necklace and the pearl drop earrings.

  I learned that my mother had sent those to Charlie as a ‘down-payment’ of sorts for the dirty work she had contracted him to perform. If the jewelry truly is a link to my biological father then I will hold on to it for now.

  I think about my mother and the numbness sinks in as it always does when I reflect upon how little I really knew

  about her and how well she hid so many secrets from me. Perhaps ‘secrets’ is the wrong word. She raised me in an environment filled with lies and deceit. I have learned over the past several months to stop kicking myself in the ass for being naïve to it.

  Trey says it is perfectly normal for children to view a parent, no matter how bad or evil the parent is, in the most favorable and acceptable light. That is what I have done for years with her. The truth is my mother did protect me in some ways. It could have been a lot worse.

  There has been no word of my mom’s whereabouts. My house in Radcliffe was broken into at one point. Nothing was taken so Trey and I suspect it was my mother. Perhaps looking for a place to crash? The alarm system Trey installed fortunately didn’t allow for vagrants, if that in fact is what she is now.

  My house in Radcliffe sold in late March. I deposited the proceeds into my savings account. Our new home is under construction. I told Trey we will buy the furnishings for it with the proceeds from the house. The P.I. Trey hired has been relieved of his duties for the time being.

  Gina comes bouncing back into my hospital room carrying a cup of ice chips beaming as Trey follows in behind her. Trey is at my side immediately. He leans over my bed rail, his eyes filled with love and concern.

  “I was afraid you wouldn’t get word that I was here,” I choke, tears rolling down my cheeks. I pull him toward me, a feeling of relief floods over me.