by ANDREA SMITH
“Please Trey,” I whimpered.
“Please what?” he asked. “Say what you want Tylar. I’ll decide whether you can have it.”
He wants me to be specific again. How specific?
“I want you inside of me, Trey.”
He continued with his oral lovemaking, I felt myself quickening. Trey felt it too, stopping to delay my orgasm.
Come ON, that's mean!
“I want you NOW, Trey!” I ordered, not caring who overheard.
Swiftly, Trey tossed me across his bed. He put my feet on his shoulders and entered me gently at first. I could feel him getting larger as he built momentum and plunged himself into me again and again. I met him thrust for thrust, my pelvis meeting his. I cried for release.
“Come on Tylar,” Trey coaxed, “I need you to squeeze my cock and make me come.”
As if on command, I contracted around him, squeezing and gripping, the surge of pleasure exploded in each of us as we climaxed around each other. Our orgasms continued to spill out; I moaned and shuddered as I felt Trey’s final spasm subside.
Raising himself up and out of me, Trey flopped down beside me on the bed. His forearm rested on his brow, his breathing regulated. I propped my head on my hand to watch him. He seemed to be deep in thought or bothered. I wasn’t sure which.
“Hey you,” I said, “why so quiet now?"
He turned to me, moving his arm underneath his head. “When do you see your doctor again?”
“In another week or so, why?”
“Will you ask him if it’s okay that we have sex so much?”
“First of all, my doctor is a ‘she’ and why would you think that having sex is not okay?”
“Just humor me, please? Find out if you having orgasms could be dangerous or start premature labor, all right?”
Holy Hell! He's not taking my O's away!
“Trey - why don’t you look online? That question's embarrassing.”
“Everything you find online isn't necessarily accurate, Tylar. Please just ask her?”
“Yes sir,” I said now clearly irritated with him.
“Oh damn,” I said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “I’ve got to dry my hair and get ready. Gina's going to be here. We’re shopping today.”
“What?” he asked following me into the bathroom. “How’d I not know about this until now?”
I shrugged my robe on. Trey was still naked and stood with his hands on his hips waiting for an answer. “Don’t be mad,” I said, brushing past him with the blow dryer. “It’s just shopping, Trey. Christmas is just around the corner, you know?”
“I thought this weekend was to be about you and me spending it together.”
Now he was laying a nice little guilt trip on me. It might've worked if he hadn't spent so much time in the study on his laptop or phone so far. I plugged the blow dryer in, searching for my comb and detangler.
“I can’t shop for you when you’re with me,” I pointed out. I started combing through my hair, watching him in the mirror. He did look genuinely disappointed. “Listen, I can be back whenever you say. Did you have plans for us today?”
“I thought we’d watch some football then go to dinner at Morelli’s.”
“Why don’t you and your dad watch football? We can still go to dinner at Morelli’s. I’ll be back way before then.”
He nodded, “Promise me that you won’t let Gina talk you into another piercing or maybe a tattoo this time?”
“I promise Trey,” I replied, saluting him.
“And don’t forget it,” he warned, cocking an eyebrow at me as he lathered his perfect face and started to shave.
I snickered to myself, turning on the blow dryer to style my hair. I dressed in jeans, a dark brown sweater, and my side-zippered boots. Trey emerged from his closet, looking impeccable as usual. He wore jeans and a dark emerald green pullover sweater.
“You look very handsome, Trey,” I said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. He seemed a little pouty still. He put his arms around me, one of his hands gently tugging at my ponytail.
“You know I can’t resist you when you bounce around in a ponytail like that,” he teased.
Smiling flirtatiously, I traced his chin with my index finger. “Maybe I don’t want you to resist me.”
“That reminds me,” he interrupted, releasing his hold, “don’t forget to call your doctor to let her know about fainting yesterday, okay? And ask about that other thing.”
“'I'll call her,” I groaned, taking my phone from the nightstand, “But I’m not asking about sex.”
I spoke with my doctor’s nurse, explaining about my fainting spell. I answered several of her questions. She promised to get with the doctor and call back.
Gina picked me up at 11 a.m. and we headed to the Bristol Mall. It was packed with Black Friday shoppers. I couldn’t pass up a gorgeous pair of silver cuff links for Trey. They were in the shape of sexy, pouty lips. In a music store I bought a CD to replace the Debussy disc that Gina had tossed from his car. Gina rolled her eyes when she saw my selection. I also bought Trey the new One Republic CD to complete his collection. I was glad we at least had a band in common we liked. Gina bought nearly $200 worth of CDs just for Ian.
Our next stop was Belk. I wanted to buy a tie for Trey. This prompted more eye-rolling from Gina. I spent 20 minutes, finally selecting the perfect silk tie for him in a rich sapphire blue.
“Doesn’t this match the color of his eyes perfectly?” I held the tie up for Gina to inspect.
“Yes Tylar,” she replied, clearly bored with this department. “Let’s do some shopping for you after this, okay?”
Gina directed me to a small lingerie shop at the corner of the mall. It was called “The Sextique Shop.” The shop’s décor was all deep red, purple, and black. The lingerie displayed on the mannequins was borderline vulgar. I was a bit surprised that this sort of underwear appealed to her. She breezed through the store, not stopping to look for anything in particular. At the back of the store, there was an alcove off to the left, separated by a curtain of colored beads. Gina held the beads aside for me to enter.
Holy crow!
There were shelves full of adult toys and gadgets, lotions and potions. I turned to face her, my eyes wide. “What are we doing in here?” I exclaimed.
“We’re shopping for you, girlfriend, well actually, we’re shopping for your hormones,” she clarified, laughing.
“Gina, I’m not buying any of this stuff. I’d be too embarrassed, and I wouldn’t know how to use it!”
“They’re fairly self-explanatory Ty,” she replied, undeterred. “Besides, I’m buying. These are my early Christmas gifts to you. Don’t worry, I’ll be tasteful. If you’re uncomfortable in here, go look at some undies,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.
I went back out to the lingerie portion of the store allowing Gina to shop in private. I browsed through racks of edible underwear and panties with built-in vibrators.
Holy shit!
Gina came out about 20 minutes later and handed me the gift bag, instructing me not to open until I was home and alone. I noticed that she held another gift bag from the store as well.
“Who’s that for?” I asked, nodding toward the bag.
“A present for Ian,” she said nonchalantly.
“Ian? I didn’t see stuff for guys in there.”
“Ian and I like playing with toys together,” she said as if I should have known this about them. She'd provided a lot of details on their sex life; perhaps I hadn’t paid close enough attention. I considered the possibilities momentarily. I looked over at her when I heard her giggle. She was watching me figure it all out.
“You really were a virgin, weren’t you?”
“Shut up,” I snapped, giggling.
From there, we shopped for shoes and I bought some cute maternity dresses. Breaking for lunch, I filled Gina in on some of the details regarding the situation with Charlie, my mom, and of course, Trey. I shared wit
h her that he'd told me that he loved me yesterday.
“You mean you didn’t know that until then?”
“Well, I sort of suspected, or maybe hoped…”
She smiled, knowingly.
Gina and I left the mall so that I could make it to the manor by 4 p.m. Trey had texted me twice while we were out.
“Jesus Christ he’s high maintenance,” Gina rolled her eyes.
“But so worth it,” I cooed, smacking my lips.
“Eww, you so want to fuck him again, don’t you?”
“It’s been a few hours.”
“Well,” she said, “I’m no weatherman, but I predict you’ll be getting several inches tonight.” We were both still laughing as Gina pulled up the circular driveway in front of the manor.
“There’s your perfect storm now,” she commented, nodding toward the porch. She popped the trunk and I gave her a hug goodbye, telling her to call me next week. Trey helped me with my shopping bags. I made sure the one from the sex boutique was hidden at the bottom of a larger bag. Trey closed the trunk, waving to Gina as she pulled out. I was going to miss her.
“It looks like you did well at the mall,” Trey noticed.
“You're to stay out of these bags, though. No snooping!”
“Please don’t spend your money on me, Tylar,” he frowned.
I hope he isn’t going to be a Grinch about Christmas.
“Why?”
“You have limited resources. I can afford anything I need.”
“That’s really not the point of Christmas, Trey.”
We entered the foyer. Trey helped me out of my coat, handing it to a waiting Thatcher. I grabbed my two shopping bags from Trey and rushed upstairs to his suite. He could suck the air out of my happy balloon in a nanosecond. I tossed the shopping bags and my purse on his bed, hurrying into the bathroom to pee.
Trey was sprawled out on his bed when I came out of the bathroom, hands clasped behind his head. His legs were crossed, shoes were off, and he was wiggling his toes inside his socks. It was a relaxation thing for him, I thought; I’d seen him do it before. Right now it was simply irritatingly sexy to me. My lustful thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang.
“It’s the doctor’s office,” I said. Trey sat up immediately.
Dr. Hamilton was on the line and asked a few questions about how I was feeling, what I'd been doing just before the fainting spell, and if I was eating and sleeping normally. She suspected that a sudden drop in my glucose level might've caused me to faint. At this stage of my pregnancy my hormone levels were fluctuating constantly along with increased testosterone production. She said that she'd reviewed my blood and urine test results and nothing looked out of range.
Trey poked me and lip-synced for me to ask her about sex. He was getting on my last nerve. I resisted the urge to hand the phone to him so that he could ask the question. He was starting to make me feel like a sex freak.
She’s a very kinky girl, the kind you don’t take home to Mama. My hormones were humming the Rick James tune.
“Dr. Hamilton,” I said, “can I ask you if it's normal to have an increased sexual appetite during pregnancy?” I couldn’t stand the word ‘horny,’ it reminded me of breeding livestock.
“During the first few weeks and sometimes up until the third trimester the production of testosterone enhances the sexual mood,” she stated, unfazed at my question. “It's perfectly normal and there are no risk factors in your case that would prevent you from enjoying sex.”
“What about orgasms?” I asked, flushing with embarrassment. I could tell Trey was all ears as I held the phone out from my face.
“Tylar, you're very physically fit and healthy. I suspect you're worrying perhaps because your orgasms have intensified during pregnancy?”
No, I’m asking because my Hot Nazi boyfriend is looking a gift horse in the mouth!
“Yes,” I answered, “they're more intense and multiple.”
“That’s perfectly normal,” she said, “your entire genital and pelvic regions, including your uterus, are more engorged with blood. That causes your pelvic area to become more sensitive. My advice is to enjoy it while you can. It’s typical during the third trimester to have difficulty achieving orgasm due to the size of the baby. We can talk next week when you’re in if you’d like.”
“Thanks Dr. Hamilton,” I said, relieved to find out I wasn’t some sort of sex-starved freak.
“There. Are you happy?” I snipped at Trey.
“Well you heard the doctor’s orders,” he replied, grinning and unzipping his fly.
HELL no, Mr. Sinclair, I’m still annoyed.
My hormones objected; I didn’t care. I was insulted by his comment about my limited resources. I left him in the bed and took the shopping bag into the closet, ignoring him.
“What’s wrong now?” he asked, not hiding his exasperation.
“I want to know why you said that about me spending money on you for Christmas. That really hurt my feelings.”
“Tylar,” he said, walking over to me, “I love that you want to buy me things. You’ve made it very clear, though, that I can’t reciprocate. You hurt me when you traded in your Mercedes without even discussing it with me. Did you ever consider that?”
I truly hadn’t considered discussing it with Trey. It was my gift, I thought, to do with as I pleased. Was that wrong?
“I understand the practicality of trading in the Mercedes. But, had you come to me, I'd have helped make sure you wouldn’t take such a loss on the deal. I get it that you want to make practical decisions. I support that. You haven’t given me a chance, though. I can afford to give you the things I give you. But you won’t let me buy you things, so I have to be concerned with your spending your money on me. That’s all I meant.”
“Oh Trey,” I sobbed, my eyes tearing up. I launched myself into his arms. “I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t look at it from your point of view.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
“So,” he said, “where’re you going just now?”
“To get a dressed for dinner. We’re still going to Morelli’s?”
“Yes, we are,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “We have some time though. I was thinking that we could shower together?”
“Sure,” I giggled, “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 41
Savory Italian flavors enveloped us as we entered Morelli’s. Carmelita greeted us with a shriek, holding her meaty arms out, capturing Trey in a bear hug, and winking at me slyly over his shoulder
“Signor Trey,” Carmelita gushed, “sono molto content di vedere nuovamente con questa bella ragazza. Non posso tollerare che brutta strega e venuto qui con l’ultino tempo. Mi auguro che sia finite!”
Mr. Trey, I am so happy to see you back with this beautiful girl. I cannot tolerate that nasty witch you came in here with last time. I hope that's finished!
Ah hah! Trey had brought Charlotte back in here. Carmelita wanted me to know. Carmelita glanced over at me as she released Trey from her sturdy embrace. I gave her a slight nod to let her know I appreciated the heads up.
“La ringrazio, Carmelita,” Trey said, laughter in his eyes. “Avete la mia parola la strega non sara qui con me sempre! Saremo al nostro solito tavolo?”
Thank you, Carmelita. You have my word the witch will not be back here with me ever! We will be dining at our usual table please?
“Ma per favore venite in questo modo.”
But of course, please come this way.
My feelings were hurt but I had to contain my emotions for now. I followed as Carmelita seated us at “our” table.
Obviously not!
She handed each of us a menu, snapping her fingers for a server to fill our water glasses. “Un momento,” Carmelita said, hurrying over to scold a busboy who was noisily clearing a table.
“What was all that about when we came in?”
“All what about?”
I know the truth, Sinclair.
“All that It
alian gibberish going back and forth between you and Carmelita when we first got here. I don’t understand why she doesn’t use English when she talks to you.”
“She was simply telling me that she was glad to see you and me; that she thinks you’re beautiful. I agreed with her that you're by far the most beautiful woman on earth and that you're mine,” he said sweetly, taking my hand in his and raising it to his lips.
Not a totally accurate translation, Sinclair. Nice touch with the charm.
I gazed sweetly at Trey, squeezing his hand. Carmelita arrived back at the table, smiling.
“Quale vino sara bere questa, Signore Trey?”
What wine will you be drinking this evening Mr. Trey?
“A Tuscano merlot will be fine, Carmelita. Just a glass for me please, Tylar is abstaining,” Trey said, not answering her in Italian this time. He was evidently tired of me asking him to interpret their conversations. She nodded and was off.
I took a sip of my water, noticing how handsome Trey looked in his suit. It was a dark grey flannel; the front-pleated trousers hung low on his narrow hips. He'd worn a white dress shirt and a scarlet silk tie. I was wearing a curve-hugging Nicole Miller maternity dress that made me feel like a model, with my new black ‘fuck me’ heels, against Trey’s advice.
Surprise, surprise!
They were high black spikes with chrome metal heels, ankle wraps, and a metal toe plate in chrome to match the heels. When Trey saw me putting them on he did a double take.
“You aren’t seriously wearing those shoes outside are you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Those shoes are not meant to go beyond the bedroom!” He held the shoe I’d yet to put on in his hand, examining the metal heel.
“What?” I asked, feeling mocked.
“Baby, these shoes were made to dig into somebody’s back while he’s fucking you; these shoes weren't made for walking.”
“Give me that!” I said, snatching my shoe from him. I blushed at his assessment, but filed it away for future reference.