Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Here, let me, baby,” she says. Daniel watches as my mom expertly rolls the condom onto the full length of his hardness. Mom lies back against the cushions, propping a pillow underneath her hips. He lowers himself down, slowly pressing his protected erection into her. He positions his arms underneath her shoulders and once again searches for her mouth with his own. He presses his full length firmly into her. Mom moans with pleasure.

  “You’ve done this before Daniel, I can tell,” she purrs at him as he continues sliding his dick in and out of her, his tight buttocks now going in circular motions.

  “Not with anyone you know Maggie,” he says, his tongue now tracing along her neck. His mouth moves to her lips, plunging and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. My mom giggles, and rakes her nails gently over his bare, humping buttocks. “There’s just one thing you have to promise me, Daniel, or this stops now.”

  Daniel slows his thrusting, and props himself up on an elbow, peering at her quizzically. “Tell me what you want, Maggie; tell me what I need to promise,” he whispers.

  “I’ve decided that I want you for myself. You can never fuck Tylar if you want to finish fucking me here and now. Do you understand? I won’t share you with my daughter. I want you again after tonight.”

  “Oh, Maggie,” Daniel whispers huskily, pressing into her, “you have my promise. You're the one I want to fuck.”

  They continue on; I'm horrified as I watch every time Daniel plunges himself into her.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Daniel groans, increasing his rhythm. Mom moans loudly, grabbing his hair.

  “Ahh—oh, God, that’s it baby, that's my spot, don’t stop… fuck me there, keep fucking me there…that’s my baby…that's my sweet, sweet baby,—.” She visibly shudders and her legs go limp as she moans, kissing his shoulders, his neck and his mouth. Her body is flushed pink. She pushes him back from her, his glistening cock slides out, still hard.

  At that moment her eyes lock with mine. She knows I've been watching. She's delighted with the show she has provided me. She smiles knowingly at me for a brief second, and then turns her attention back to Daniel.

  “Try me from behind, sweetie that will get you off,” she instructs. She tilts her butt upward to allow Daniel access to her. Daniel is ringing with sweat; his erection is still full and hard. He gently guides his cock back inside of her with his right hand, exhaling deeply as he does. Once planted firmly inside of her, he grabs both of her butt checks and soon he is ramming her with a vengeance. He moans loudly getting his release, and then collapses back, pulling her on top of him, kissing her face.

  “What a fuck,” he breathes heavily into her ear. The picture is freeze-framed.

  “No! No! No!” I shriek. “How could you do that? Daniel's my boyfriend! He's nothing to you, Mom!"

  Someone comes up to me and gently shakes my shoulder. Who's here with me? Who else is in this fucked-up dream? I feel sick again. My throat burns like I swallowed acid. I feel myself thrashing around; trying to find them again in this dream so I can slap my mom and call her a whore. But someone holds onto me, cradling me against a strong chest. I feel a heartbeat. Someone's calling my name gently. The voice sounds like it's coming from a tunnel outside of my dream.

  “Leave me alone!” I scream. “She's gotta hear what I hafta say to her!"

  Sobs consume my body. My cheeks are hot and wet. Don’t you get it?” I cry, pushing against the arms that hold me tightly. “Daniel's mine…he's supposed to be…mine.”

  I was once again blessed with blackness. The freeze-frame picture disappeared to nothingness. Sometime later, my eyes fluttered open. As they adjusted to the light, I realized that I wasn't in my bed at my cottage.

  “Tylar,” a soft, familiar voice said, “you're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened? You may not remember, but you're going to be fine, okay?”

  My eyes searched the room. Then I saw him. Trey. He was standing at the end of my bed, and his sapphire blue eyes reflected fatigue and worry. He smiled, his dimple appearing briefly. My throat hurt so much I was afraid to speak. I had all kinds of tubes on me. Something was dripping into me from an IV that connected to the back of my hand. A woman I didn’t recognize rose from a chair in the corner and stood next to Trey.

  “Trey,” she said, “she’s awake now. She’s okay. Don’t you think you need to get home and get some rest, maybe change your clothes, get something to eat? The doctor says she’s stable.”

  Trey looked like he'd been in that wrinkled tuxedo for days. He didn’t take his eyes off of me while he answered her. “Charlotte, I’m here as long as she is, or until someone from her family surfaces. We haven’t been successful in reaching her mother, and I don’t feel right leaving her.”

  “But Clint, Rodney, Ray, and Luke have offered to be here in shifts so that she isn’t left alone,” Charlotte persisted. “You’re the one who chooses to keep vigil.”

  “I don’t give a damn,” Trey answered, his tone full of irritation. “I need to make sure she is safe. Someone has to be responsible for this girl and make sure everything that should be done is being done. That's why I'm here, and frankly, I’m tired of explaining this to you.” Charlotte wasn’t happy with his response but I was; I felt like I was a voyeur in yet another dream, and this one gave me far more pleasure then the one I'd escaped earlier.

  “Fine,” she snapped at him, grabbing her purse from the chair. “Call me if you ever get relieved of duty here.” With that, she flounced out of the room, leaving Trey in a whoosh of wind as she abruptly slammed the door. Trey rolled his eyes and smiled sheepishly at me. I couldn’t suppress a giggle and I winced at the pain it brought to my throat. Why did it hurt so much? Trey came closer and asked if I wanted some water. I nodded yes. He poured some ice water out of the pitcher that was on the bed tray, and gently put his left arm underneath my head, lifting it slowly. I could feel that my lips were parched. I was glad that I couldn’t see how bad I looked. He tilted the straw toward me so I could reach it with my lips. I took several painful swallows.

  His nearness made me feel so safe. I wanted to sleep without dreams but there was no guarantee. I didn’t want to close my eyes for fear he would leave. He sensed my fear because he settled back into a chair by my bed.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Tylar,” he whispered. “Go to sleep and dream good things, I'm here to chase the bad dreams away.” I smiled and sank deeper into my pillows, closing my eyes.

  CHAPTER 5

  When I awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the mini blinds of my hospital window. Trey was asleep in the same chair, gently snoring. I reached over and took a sip of water from my Styrofoam cup. My throat felt much better. I drained the water with my straw. The slurping sound caused Trey to stir.

  He languidly stretched his arms out in front of him with the fingers of both hands intertwined like a steeple. He yawned and glanced over at me. He was startled to see me awake, sitting up, and trying to slurp more water out of an empty cup. Trey was on his feet instantly, hovering next to me.

  “Do you need more water, Tylar?”

  I nodded and watched as he lifted the pitcher from my bedside table, frowning as he opened the lid. “Let me go down to the nurse’s station and have them fill this with fresh water and ice,” he said. He was back quickly with a fresh pitcher of ice water, filling my cup. I watched him in awe. He was freshly shaven, his tousled hair looked exquisite. He wore jeans and a royal blue Polo shirt that heightened his sapphire eyes. As I took the cup from him, he smiled warmly, gave me a wink. I took another long swallow of ice-cold water. It tasted so good. He sat on the arm of the chair next to my bed.

  “So, how are you feeling today, Ms. Preston?”

  “Much better, thank you, sir,” I answered. My voice had taken on a foreign, husky tone. I was shocked when I heard it. “What’s wrong with my voice? I sound like freaking Demi Moore!”

  Trey laughed sporting that lovely dimple and reached over, brushing my hair back. Oh God, I wondered how g
reasy and matted my hair was now.

  “It will go back to normal soon,” he promised, “although I find it quite sexy. You’ve been through quite a bit these past few days. Want me to fill you in?”

  “Please…” I answered huskily, sipping more water. Trey clasped his hands together, and then rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger as if deciding where to start.

  “Well, let’s see,” he said. “Do you remember the episode at the pool last Friday night?”

  I nodded, still sucking water down.

  “As a result of that incident, you sustained a mild concussion, a serious ear infection, and tonsillitis in both tonsils. It could've been much worse. You're one lucky girl.”

  “Lucky?” I sputtered, letting the straw drop from my mouth. “How do you figure? I was ready to cross-over.”

  “Cross over?” he repeated, puzzled. “Cross over what?”

  I leaned closer to him as if confiding a secret. He leaned forward in his chair so that he could hear that I was about to tell him.

  “I remember seeing, you know, the light?” I whispered hoarsely in my new Demi Moore, sexy voice. I could tell he still wasn't getting it. Did this guy know zip about spirituality and the hereafter?

  “You know,” I started again, this time with a bit more exasperation in my voice than intended, “The bright white light? The one at the pearly gates?”

  Trey burst into laughter, his perfect smile radiant with humor. He composed himself, seeing that I didn't find the humor in it at all.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, still trying to stifle his laughter and strike a more somber expression. “No, really, please forgive me. I'm really not making light, eh, pardon the pun there, of what you went through last Friday.” He struggled to continue. I watched him as he stood up and leaned on the bed rail. I could smell his aftershave. He was looking at me now, all humor veiled.

  God he's fucking hot seven ways from Sunday!

  “I think what you actually saw beneath the water was the pool light. It's inset under the diving board."

  Oh . . . pool light . . . NOT the light at the pearly gates. Fuck if I didn't just serve him up some toe jam on an idiot cracker!

  "You see," he explained, "When I pulled up the drive that night, I saw everyone in the dark pool so I walked over to the pump house and switched on the light for everyone’s safety. That's when I saw that you were in trouble with the rest of those drunken idiots."

  I guess that meant I was a drunken idiot too.

  “It sounds as if you're blaming the victim here. Didn't you have anything to drink that night? Weren't you driving your car with your girlfriend Charlotte in it while you were under the influence?"

  He gave no reply but his body language spoke volumes.

  “So maybe you behaved kind of recklessly yourself Mr. Sinclair? Plus - you put your girlfriend at risk too."

  Trey started to smile, enjoying our exchange. “First of all, Charlotte is not my girlfriend. That's really the first time we've been out; she asked me to be her date at some function at her club so I accepted. Secondly—”

  Just then, the door to my hospital room opened and a smiling Ray and Denise walked in. My spirits immediately lifted.

  “Hey there, girl, how are you doing?” Denise gushed as she entered. Ray came to my bedside and gave me a peck on the forehead then started talking to Trey; they retreated over to the window, lowering their voices. I strained to hear them, but my attention shifted back to Denise as she recoiled at my hair.

  “My oh my, girl. Don’t they allow you to shower here?” she asked, her lip curled up in disgust. “Why your gorgeous hair looks like it’s had pure lard combed through it!”

  I saw Trey momentarily stop his conversation, glancing over at me. I blushed with embarrassment.

  Trey spoke up, “She just really came around fully today, Denise. There was no way anyone was going to be able to get her into the shower. She can’t have anything more than sponge baths until they remove her catheter, anyway.”

  Catheter? But that’s for…

  I slowly lifted up my covers and pulled up my hospital gown in front to get a peek.

  Sweet Jesus!

  I peered down at the side of my hospital bed; naturally it was on the side that faces the window where he and Ray were standing in plain sight. I felt my face warming. My eyes flew up and met his amused gaze. He'd thoroughly enjoyed watching me figure it all out.

  Damn, how much had he seen over the past several days? Trey and Ray resumed talking. I was relieved that his attention was diverted away from the pee bag and my nasty hair. Denise was futilely trying to run a comb through my hair when I heard Trey’s voice rise in response to something that Ray had told him.

  “How many days since he last ate?” Trey questioned.

  “Three.”

  Trey looked irritated. He absently raked a hand through his hair, taking a moment to think before speaking again.

  “Okay, Ray, have Clint mix up some of that special oat grain and barley meal. Tell Clint to let Derringer free feed until I tell him differently, got it?”

  “Sure thing,” Ray answered.

  “What’s going on with Derringer?” I demanded, interrupting their conversation.

  “Derringer's going to be fine, Tylar,” Trey said, sensing that I was becoming upset. “Just a little hunger strike going on that’s all. It’s temporary, I’m sure. He’s probably missing someone that’s taken to spoiling him,” he said pleasantly.

  I frowned, worried about the Lipizzaner. Denise spoke up.

  “Tylar,” she said congenially, “I don’t want to be pushy, hon, but if you want me to, I can ask at the nurse’s station if they will let me help you into the shower. I can shampoo and condition your hair for you if you want.”

  “Denise, I'll love you forever if you can swing that,” I answered eagerly. “Can you let them know that I'm able to use the bathroom now so I can get this catheter removed?”

  “Sure thing, hon, you just sit tight. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

  Ray came over and sat down on the edge of my bed. “We sure miss you, Ty,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling. “I can tell you this Trey reamed the whole bunch of them real good, especially Jenna and Clint.”

  “No,” I exclaimed, glancing at Trey who stared absently out the window. “Clint had no hand in this at all, Ray. I know that for a fact. Now Jenna, yeah, I wouldn’t put anything past her, but still, I can’t think she would do something to purposely hurt me.”

  “What do you mean ‘Clint had no hand in this?’” Trey interrupted, his eyes blazing directly at me.

  Maybe he hadn't been distracted at the window after all.

  “Clint knows goddamn well that you're not old enough to legally consume alcohol! What the hell was he thinking? Never mind, you and I both know what he was thinking.” Trey turned on his heel and left the room.

  “Don’t let him get to you, Ty,” Ray consoled me. “You know it upsets him to think about what might have happened last Friday. He’s been up here with you nearly 24/7. And, he has been trying like crazy to contact your mom. Have you spoken with her?”

  “No, not since she drove me to the bus station in Louisville to come here,” I answered.

  “Are you sure you wrote down her correct number on your emergency contact form?”

  “I think so, but I’d have to see it to be sure. I have her number programmed into my cell phone, though.”

  Ray probably thought it was strange that I didn’t call my mom and she'd not called me. It had been several weeks. That’s just the way it was between Mom and me.

  “Where’s your cell phone?”

  “Back at my cottage.”

  “Okay,” he said, “we will fetch it and bring it to you this evening, okay? You need to let your mom know where you are and that you're okay. She’s probably been calling and worried sick about you.”

  “Sure, okay, Ray.”

  Boy, he did not know my mom; that was certain.

  “Ra
y, what day is this?” I questioned softly.

  “It’s Wednesday, darlin’, you’ve been in here for five days.”

  Sweet Jesus!

  Five days in the hospital. That would probably drain my trust completely. I couldn’t think about that right now.

  “And Derringer hasn’t eaten in three?”

  “That’s right, but don’t you worry about him, okay? Trey knows what he’s doing with Derringer. That’s Trey’s horse, you know?”

  “So I’ve been told,” I replied dryly.

  “Ray?” I asked again.

  “Yes, darlin’?”

  “You know there are rumors floating around the place about Trey and some scandal with his former fiancé. I wondered—”

  “Damn gossip,” Ray interrupted, frowning. “Ty, that's all it is. I don’t know the particulars of what you’ve heard; all I know is that Trey is someone that I trust completely. You should, too.” Our conversation stopped as Denise came bouncing back into my hospital room.

  “Good news for you, girlie,” she said with a broad smile. “Your nurse will be down in just a few minutes to remove the catheter. After that, I'm cleared to help you with a shower. We’ll get your hair washed and conditioned, and who knows, maybe add a pinch of my magic dust to it to give you a bit of a new look, that’s if you’re game and trust me with it.”

  “Oh my God yes, Denise!” I laughed. “Please make me look better!”

  “Great!” she chirped. “Okay, Ray baby, fetch my case out of your car, please? Then you may take your leave until I call for you. We girls have some magic to work!”

  “Yes, dear” he replied, trying his best to sound like the over-burdened boyfriend.

  “Oh, and Ray, I called the stables and asked Jenna to grab a clean nightie and pair of panties out of Tylar’s cottage. I told her that you'd get them from her. Please bring them when you pick me up later today? These hospital duds just don’t cut it.”