Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  Good God! Did Trey think I was carrying quintuplets? There was orange juice, milk, fresh fruit, eggs, bacon, muffins, oatmeal topped with brown sugar, and wheat toast with assorted jams. I flicked on the television; this feast would take a while and I wasn’t very hungry.

  Eventually, I'd eaten what I could and got dressed, pulling my nylon thigh-high stockings up. I'd brought a pair of black ankle strap pumps with three-inch heels. They would be perfect with my dress. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked great, but certainly curvaceous. Maybe was time for me to start shopping for maternity clothes. I decided to see if Trey was done working. I descended the staircase, my heels clicking against the marble floor in the front foyer. I could hear Trey’s voice from behind the closed door of the study.

  “Are you absolutely sure she was living with him?” he said.

  Who was he talking about? Who was he talking to?

  “How long has she been gone?” Pause. “That fits the timing in question. Okay, call me next week after you get back.”

  I felt guilty for eavesdropping. I knocked on the door, and let myself in as he finished his call. He glanced up as I entered, then did a double take.

  “You’re seriously not wearing that dress today, are you?”

  “Why?” I questioned, looking down at it.

  “Because your breasts have outgrown it,” Trey replied, irritated. “Put something else on. I don't want everyone in this house ogling you.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, Trey,” I said, “the only people that’ll be here are your mom, your dad, a couple of old friends of theirs, and the staff. I think I’m pretty safe from any ogling.”

  He was ready to continue arguing the point but I cut him off. I wasn't going to spend the next several hours around him if his foul mood continued. “Can you drop me over at Becky’s?”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “I’d like to see Gina. You’re obviously still tied up with business,” I snapped.

  His face softened as he realized just how much of a prick he'd been. “Come here,” he said, rolling back from his desk.

  “No,” I replied, determined not to give in to his demands.

  “Come here, I said,” he growled in mock anger, a hint of amusement crossing his handsome face. He was patting his lap as if I was going to get it. I ignored him, turning my head. In a swift, panther-like move, he was out of his chair, scooping me up into his arms like a sack of potatoes, twirling me around.

  “Trey!” I shrieked, laughing as he spun me around. “Stop, I’m dizzy and you’re going to make me throw up that huge breakfast you sent up.”

  He stopped twirling me and sat me on his lap in his chair. I could feel his semi-erection as his hand moved inside the neckline of my dress, freeing one of my ample breasts. “Mmmm,” he breathed huskily, lowering his mouth to my nipple, now erect. His mouth covered my breast, softly licking and sucking it as my pleasure mounted. My hand was in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His other hand was going up my thigh, finding my bare skin where the frilly elastic lace ended. His fingers plied beneath my silk panties touching my wetness, probing the folds of my sex.

  My hips thrust forward to meet his exploring fingers, and I moaned softly as he inserted one and then another inside of me. Our breathing was ragged. This wasn't a normal venue for our lust. Family and servants were nearby; we could be interrupted at any second. This thought made me wetter.

  Trey lifted me, withdrawing his wet fingers from my sex.

  No, don’t stop, please!

  He placed me on top of the desk while he undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered the zipper of his chinos, his erect cock springing free.

  Oh my!

  He tilted his chair back, pulling me back onto him, my backside resting on his left thigh. He pushed my dress up to my waist as he balanced me on one thigh. With his right hand, he pulled my silk panties aside at the leg, exposing me, making me available to him. With his thumb, he gently plied my folds apart. My breath caught in my throat.

  This is so freaking hot!

  Lifting me slightly, he positioned me above his erect member and gently lowered me down on top of it, his hands bracing my hips. I slid down slowly, feeling once again the pleasure of taking him deep. Once inside, he rocked in his swivel chair, the head of his cock finding its mark.

  Face to face, his mouth found my released breast, tenderly sucking it while my hips gyrated on him. Heat built up at my core. He lifted me up and down, up and down; my hips continued their circular motions encasing him inside of me, squeezing his cock, greedy for another release.

  “Tylar, are you going to come for me?” he breathed, freeing my other breast and taking it into his mouth as I rode him, up and down and around and around; the swivel chair squeaking rhythmically in time with our thrusts.

  “Trey, I’m almost there…” I moaned, at the edge; I just needed a tiny little push. His hands squeezed my buttocks hard, and then released them.

  What? Where did they go?

  They were back in a second, roughly lowering my panties, exposing my ass. Trey cupped both of my butt cheeks in his palms, then released them, abruptly bringing his palms back with a stinging slap to each of them. Ouch! He repeated it again, this time thrusting his pelvis upward deeply as the stinging slaps hit my tender skin; the third time my orgasm exploded around him. I bit my hand to keep from screaming with pleasure as my climax unleashed.

  Trey was right with me, his body going rigid as I continued to ride up and down on his thick shaft. He shuddered as he emptied himself into me, moaning with pleasure. Our hearts were beating so loudly and our breathing was ragged with the exertion and ultimate release of our coupling.

  My hormones rolled over and lit a cigarette.

  Trey gently lifted me off of him. He was definitely going to have to change his pants, I mused. He saw it too and laughed. My black dress had survived. Unfortunately, my silk panties had not. Trey and I quietly slipped out of the study and up the back staircase to his suite. We washed up in his bathroom. I slipped into a fresh pair of panties. I wasn’t going to take another shower. After all, I liked having his scent on me. We both fixed our mussed hair. No one would ever guess what we’d been up to in the study.

  After programming my numbers into my new phone, I called Gina; she was over at Becky’s with Ian. They weren’t eating Thanksgiving dinner until 6 p.m. so she offered to pick me up, with Trey’s blessing. Trey’s parents had left before noon to volunteer at a soup kitchen that served Thanksgiving meals to the less fortunate. They were due back at 3 p.m. so he asked that I be back by then. That gave me over two hours to catch up with Gina. I heard a car honking outside just as I'd descended the stairway into the foyer.

  “Take your coat,” Trey reminded me as he went back down the hallway toward his study. I followed him to the closet.

  “Did you forget something, Trey?” I called after him as I took my coat from the hanger.

  He turned back to me with a questioning look.

  “A kiss?” I said, hand on my hip.

  He smiled, retracing his steps down the hallway, pulling me into his arms. “You smell like sex, Tylar,” he whispered against my lips. I felt him smile against my mouth. Just then Thatcher cleared his throat behind us. He'd just exited the study, carrying a small can of WD-40 in his hand.

  “I took the liberty of oiling your chair, sir.”

  “Thank you, Thatcher,” Trey replied, a devilish grin gracing his lips. I blushed crimson.

  Gina idled out front in her aunt’s car. “Hey girlfriend!” she screamed as I got into the passenger side. She reached over, grabbing me for a hug.

  “Look at those fucking tits!” she exclaimed. “Yowza! I bet Trey's making those his new playground,” she laughed.

  I blushed knowing how close to the truth that was.

  “So how's my godchild?” she asked.

  “Growing,” I replied, rubbing my baby bump, “Trey and I felt him moving last night.”

  “Hi
m?” Gina questioned.

  “I don’t know yet, I just refer to it as him. I guess I’m hoping for another Trey,” I said smiling.

  “Oh geez, just what the world needs, another control freak!”

  “Stop Gina,” I said, laughing a little, “he’s doing better with that,” I lied.

  “Well, girlfriend,” she reminded me, “you still need to fill me in—how’d he find out about the baby? Your texts left out a lot of details.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, sincerely, “I know that I owe you more than just text messages. It seems like time flies by, settling in with my job, and now here with Trey for the holiday.” I blushed noticeably and Gina didn’t miss it.

  “What—are you two having a regular 24/7 fuck fest?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

  “I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones, or the prenatal vitamins that I’m taking, but I swear to God, Gina, I'm so freakin’ horny all of the time.”

  “And, that’s a problem for whom?”

  “Well, to be honest about it, me,” I answered.

  “Why?”

  “Because Trey and I don’t live together, obviously. He wants me in Atlanta with him, but I've a plan of my own in Radcliff.”

  “Look girlfriend,” Gina said as we pulled into Becky’s driveway, “I’d love nothing more than to have you close by in Atlanta. I get that you have your own plans made, and far be it from me to side with the Hot Nazi. As far as your other issue, there are alternatives.”

  “What? I’m not going to be with another man, Gina. For God’s sake, I’m carrying Trey’s baby!” I was appalled that Gina would even suggest something like that.

  “You misunderstood me, Ty,” she said laughing. “Hey, today's all about family and stuffing ourselves with turkey. Tomorrow is Black Friday. Let’s go shopping!”

  “Yes! Let’s!”

  I enjoyed the couple of hours I spent with Gina, Ian, and the rest of Becky’s family. Gina and I agreed she would pick me up the next day around 11 a.m. to do our Black Friday shopping in Bristol. She dropped me back off at the Sinclair’s promptly at 3 p.m. Trey was pacing in the foyer when I walked in. I saw the look of relief cross his face as I approached him.

  “Is everything all right, Trey?”

  “Yes of course,” he replied, “I was just worried that you wouldn’t make it back in time to change for dinner.”

  “Trey,” I said pointedly, “I’ve no intention of changing out of this dress; it’s appropriate. Why are you bringing this up again?” I thought this issue had been put to rest. Thatcher was right there, taking my coat to hang in the guest closet. Trey frowned, once again pissed because he wasn’t getting his way. I climbed the staircase, wanting to freshen up before the guests arrived. The manor smelled of delicious food. Upstairs, the aroma gnawed at my stomach. I ran a brush through my hair. I heard the doorbell ring. I spritzed a bit of my Eternity cologne on then straightened my black dress. I went back downstairs to join Trey. He looked over at me appreciatively as I came down to stand near him. He was simply gorgeous, as usual. It amazed me at how little effort he'd to put into it.

  Thatcher opened the front door, greeting the guests. There was an older couple and a younger gentleman who tagged in behind them. I looked up at Trey hoping for some clue as to who the younger man was. His face darkened perceptibly. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair walked across the marble foyer, greeting their guests warmly as Thatcher took their wraps.

  “Claudia,” Susan greeted, hugging her friend, “how well you look. How was St. Thomas?”

  “Glorious,” the woman answered, returning the hug. “Tess and Zach were along and we had an absolutely festive time! Oh, Nigel and Caroline were with us as well. They send their love.”

  There was that name, Tess. I felt Trey stiffen beside me. I continued to observe. The older gentleman with Claudia greeted Susan, both of them hugging Clive as well. His name was Nelson. The younger man, very handsome, also greeted Trey’s parents.

  Finally, Susan turned to Trey and me, still holding Claudia’s hand as she led her over. Trey stepped forward immediately, taking Claudia’s hand and raising it to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles.

  “Claudia,” he said, in his smooth and silky voice, “it’s so nice to see you again after all this time. May I introduce you to a close friend of mine? This is Tylar Preston. Tylar, this is Claudia Andrews.”

  I was numb as I held my hand out to this woman. Trey continued with the introduction of her husband and evidently Tess’s father, Nelson Andrews. I was still in a hazy fog. Finally the younger man approached. He was evidently their son, Tess’s brother, and he was introduced to me as Landon Andrews. He raised my hand to his lips, softly brushing them across my knuckles. Trey’s expression darkened once again.

  “What a pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Preston,” he smiled and charmingly gave me a wink as he turned to greet Trey’s parents. Trey grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we made our way to the formal dining room.

  I'd quickly put two and two together. How'd Trey possibly think that we were going to get through Thanksgiving dinner with me not figuring out that his parents’ long-time friends were in fact Tess’s parents? Did he think I was an idiot? Trey was extremely fidgety. He didn’t leave my side as we headed toward the bar that had been set up. He ordered himself a Maker’s Mark and soda and a straight sparkling water for me.

  As we mingled within the formal dining room, the staff was putting fresh appetizers out on the sideboard. Trey continued to hold my hand as if he feared I'd sprint off. Landon approached us as we mingled; I felt Trey stiffen.

  “So Trey,” he said, “wherever did you meet such a perfect specimen of beauty?” Landon eyes flickered over me, his bold gaze rested on my generous cleavage. This infuriated Trey all the more. His hold on my hand tightened.

  “Fuck you, Landon,” he snapped quietly. I was totally taken aback by Trey’s conduct, particularly in his parents’ home on Thanksgiving. The shock must have shown on my face. Landon smiled and patted my arm that was locked in Trey’s hold.

  “You’ll have to forgive us, dear Tylar,” he said, soothingly. “It appears that Trey is still not comfortable being around his ex-fiancée’s brother. My parents may have forgiven his callous and self-serving behavior; however, Trey knows that I've not.”

  Trey was enraged and I did not want to be caught in the crossfire. “If you'll excuse us Landon,” I said sweetly, “I’m famished. Trey, could you please help me find some of those crab cake appetizers?”

  As soon as we were out of earshot, I pulled my arm away from his. My sudden change in demeanor startled him.

  “What was that all about?” I whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me that the old friends coming for Thanksgiving dinner just happened to be your ex-fiancée’s parents?” I was pissed, and this wasn’t a small detail he'd forgotten. I moved to the appetizer buffet, grabbing a small plate and filling it quickly with various delicacies. I spotted Landon observing us from the corner of the room.

  Trey was at my side, trying to appear as if everything was normal. Nothing in this situation was normal. I wouldn’t give Landon the benefit of thinking that he'd created a rift between us, even though he had. One thing I knew for sure, before the night was over; I'd have plenty more information about the whole Tess situation.

  Just then the servants entered the formal dining room with platters of turkey and roast beef to set out on the sideboards. The side dishes were soon to follow. Trey and I took our seats with the rest of the group. I was famished and ate until I was uncomfortable.

  Everyone stood up to mingle before the dessert course. I was feeling full and tired and in desperate need of a walk. I retrieved my coat from the guest closet. Just as I was ready to open the front door, Trey spied me and hurried to my side.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his eyes blazing.

  “Trey, I need some exercise and some air.”

  “You’re not going out alone. It’s da
rk out.” He pulled his jacket from the closet and took my arm, leading me out into the crisp, starry evening. I instantly felt lighter in the fresh night air.

  “Can we visit Derringer?” I asked.

  “Sure,” he said, smiling now. “Tylar, about Landon…”

  “Trey, not now,” I said, too weary from the day to start a long and complex discussion. “Please, let’s just go and visit Derringer, okay?”

  We entered the stable and I rushed to Derringer’s stall. He was beautiful and congenial as I rubbed his neck and smoothed his mane. He was fit and healthy. I wondered who'd been taking care of him. As if reading my mind, Trey spoke up.

  “Mark's still here,” he said, “he continues to work with Derringer and in fact is training another rider.”

  My heart sank even though I knew that it had no right to. Derringer was born for dressage; I should be grateful that Mark continued to work with him and train a new rider so that this horse could meet his full potential. Trey guessed that I was feeling downcast about the situation.

  “I’m sorry,” he said gently, “it was insensitive of me not to realize how that would affect you. It seems like I’m always saying the wrong thing, Tylar.” He pulled me into a hug.

  “It’s okay,” I replied, “what a waste it would be not to utilize Derringer’s talents. It’s always been the horse, Trey. A rider's only as good as the horse he or she rides. I’ve known that since I took my first riding lesson.”

  “You’re amazing, Tylar,” he said, “you intrigue me daily, it seems.” He pulled me closer, tightening his strong arms around me. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. His fingers lifted my chin, tilting my face up to his. He leaned forward, kissing my lips sensually, lingering on them as if he didn’t want us to part. Finally, he drew back, his eyes searched mine.

  “I know I haven’t told you this, and I should’ve long ago. Tylar, I never thought that I wanted children. I'm a selfish, controlling bastard at times and I felt I had no business being a father. But please know this, from the moment I knew that you were having our baby, my world's become magical and promising. I know in my heart that whatever I lack as a father, you'll make up for as a mother. I’ll depend on you to show me the way. Will you do that?”