Maybe Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  “Merry Christmas, Jean!”

  “Merry Christmas to you and Trey, honey, and have a good trip. I'll see you after the new year.” I closed the door behind her, smiling at her sweetness.

  I skipped down the hallway to Trey’s study. He was on his phone again. I could tell he was talking to one of the partners. I guessed it was Pierce. He and Trey were working on a major class action product liability case that looked like it was going to trial in January. I paused in the doorway of Trey’s study trying to see how much longer he was going to be. He gave me a shrug; this call could take a while.

  I knew my ring was somewhere in the apartment. Although I'd looked around a bit before, Trey always seemed to be nearby. The time was right for some unobstructed snooping. I went into Trey’s closet. He hadn’t packed his clothes for the trip, which made my task more difficult. I checked the insides of his shoes and boots, nothing there. I rummaged through his neatly folded boxers and socks. No luck. Then I decided to check under the mattress. I positioned myself at the end of the bed, raising the heavy king-sized mattress up and sweeping my arm across each section as I moved across the width of the bed. My fingertips grazed something.

  It was a plastic DVD case, very generic looking, with no writing on the case or on the disk. I placed the disk into the DVD player and pushed play. There was some initial fuzziness and then the video came onto the screen. It wasn’t particularly crisp, but the audio was unmistakable. I heard my voice.

  “Trey, you need to get out from under Derringer, damn it!”

  ‘Trey, I’m going to run and call Mark to come down to help me get you up, okay?”

  Oh wow. This was the video that Charlie took of Trey and me that night. I skipped ahead to where I slapped Trey across his cheek. He didn’t flinch. I watched as I raised my hand back to deliver yet another slap and he caught my wrist without taking his eyes off of me.

  Now that was kind of hot!

  Then it was at the part where Trey pulled me out into the stable area, closer to where Charlie must have been hiding; the video was crisper now.

  Oh God, there I was completely naked standing in front of Trey. Charlie zoomed in on us with his camera.

  Trey’s mouth and fingers were expertly locating my G-spot, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I plainly heard myself moaning as my hips gyrated against his mouth and fingers. Then I told Trey that I wanted him, my voice sounded desperate.

  The next part came up on the screen. He pushed me 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 cock. I continued watching in fascination. Trey was guiding his erection into me and I mentioned the condom.

  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.

  Trey's 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 zoomed in on Trey’s face. Trey told me to take it all as he gave a final thrust and shuddered.

  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.

  Glancing over toward the door I saw Trey leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and he regarded me impassively.

  Holy shit! How long's he been standing there?

  “Off the phone, honey?” I asked him sweetly.

  “What are you doing, Tylar?”

  “Watching some porn,” I answered, smiling.

  He quickly entered the room, coming over to me. “How did you find that?” he asked.

  “I was snooping,” I confessed.

  “For what?”

  “My ring.”

  He sat down on the bed next to me, crossing his leg over, resting his ankle on his thigh. “First of all, I wouldn’t hide your ring–if you're even getting one–here in the bedroom. Secondly, why would you want to spoil a surprise like that?”

  “I don’t know. I was bored.”

  He raked his hand through his tousled hair.

  “Trey, why did you hide the DVD under the mattress?”

  He looked sheepish and a tad uncomfortable, “I wanted to make sure that it didn’t get mixed in with any of my other DVDs by accident.”

  “That's so much bullshit and you know it,” I laughed. “Who 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, have you watched that DVD while you masturbated?”

  “Would you have preferred me watching porn or maybe fucking Charlotte instead?"

  “I don’t think so,” I replied curtly.

  “What are you going to do about it, Ms. Preston?” he challenged, emphasizing the ‘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're mine and no one else’s and you'll 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 from mine.

  This is so sexy.

  His hard cock strained against his silk boxers, eager for me. With his bare feet he shoved his boxers down and reclined on his back, his head propped up on his double row of bed pillows. One arm was crooked underneath his head and he smiled at me leisurely. I straddled him with my pelvis over his face. I arched my back so that my sex was well within tongue’s length of him. His free hand gripped my ass and hungrily pulled me into his mouth. His hot, searing mouth was on me in an instant; his tongue invaded my folds, swirling and dipping into every layer of my sex. His hand kneaded my hips, 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 need. 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 shaft, and then slowly settled myself down onto it until he was fully inside. I rose up on him, and then plunged down, again and again.

  “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 muscle squeezing his shaft with each upward pull. Trey’s fingers were now on my clitoris gently squeezing and rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

  He moaned again and again as I quickened my rhythm. Arching my back, I pressed my fingers 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 cock throbbed as his ejaculation pulsated out into me again and again and again. He shuddered as he totally emptied himself, drawing me down to lay against his chest and feel his heart beating for me.

  “I love you, Trey.”

  “I love you, Tylar.”

  We lay like this, totally spent from our lovemaking. I was still on top of Trey; he was still inside me. We both felt the baby move at the same time.

  “I think we may have awoken someone,” he laughe
d.

  I eased off of Trey and lay beside him. Trey moved his hand to my abdomen. “There he is again,” Trey said, excitedly.

  “So you do want a boy,” I said, my head propped up on my elbow watching his delighted expression.

  “I'll be ecstatic no matter what the sex is. I just don’t like referring to the baby as ‘it,’” he explained. I felt the same way.

  “By the way,” he said, kissing my nose, “I made an appointment for you the Wednesday we get back with a local doctor Janice recommended.

  I was pleased Trey had taken care of that. “That’s fine,” I replied, “Do you have his card or anything?”

  “Actually, I have all of the information on my phone. I’d like to go with you to your appointments if you have no objection.”

  “Of course not,” I replied, “but what if you're tied up in court?”

  “I’ll have Tonya schedule them around my court dates. No worries.”

  “Trey, how soon did you plan on letting everyone at the firm know that I’m pregnant? They don’t even know 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're 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.”

  “That’s nonsense, Tylar. You’re nothing like her and you need to shed those self-doubts. Even if people are petty enough to make that assumption, they'll soon see how much I love you. If they know me at all, they know that I’m not one to be trapped. If that fails, well, we can always show them our porn video.”

  “Very funny, Trey,” I replied, “you laugh now but that might’ve come close to being reality.”

  Trey frowned. “Yes, and I’d feel much better if my investigator could find your mother. She’s still out there.”

  “You know, if she’s pregnant, you’d think she’d want to be close to Daniel. I mean she’s almost 42 years old. It still blows me away that she’d have another child after all those years of neglecting me.”

  “She’ll 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. Nigel, the eldest, was named after Clive’s father who passed away in England years before; the next younger was Tristan. Both brothers lived in California. Trey said he'd never been very close to them, mainly due to distance and their age differences. 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 attitude 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. He said Caroline had loved Tess like a younger sister.

  There was that name again. I asked Trey if he'd heard anything from Tess and he said hadn't returned her call. He mentioned we could run into her over the holidays if she was visiting her family in Bristol.

  This could prove interesting I thought.

  CHAPTER 48

  Trey and I set out early for the drive to Bristol. I brought my collection of Christmas music to play on the trip to nudge my Trey into the Christmas spirit. I bought each of us red stocking Santa hats with 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.

  Within 20 minutes of leaving Atlanta, I'd 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 carols 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 just made up this silly rule. I’d prefer not to wear this into the restaurant if you don’t mind.”

  “But I do mind. We’re going to have the Christmas spirit the whole way there,” I said, wagging my finger. Trey heaved a heavy sigh and pushed his hat back down.

  “Just sit anywhere,” the waitress called out, her hands clutching three glasses of water as she headed to a booth. Our bells jingled as we slid into a 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’ll have a seven-month-old baby to spoil at Christmas.”

  “I know,” I sighed, “I can hardly wait. I think he’ll have some grandparents eager to spoil him too.”

  “That’s a given, Tylar.”

  Our waitress approached our table warmly. “Hi y’all, I’m Rowena and can take your order whenever you’re ready.” She glanced at 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. “What can I get for you Mr. Santa?” Her voice was thick with flirtation.

  Hello? He's with someone!

  Her eyes never left Trey, which was fairly typical when we went out. 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, of course.

  “Tylar, go ahead,” Trey said looking up, forcing the waitress to focus on me. I ordered a waffle with sausage, juice, and milk. Trey ordered coffee, bacon, and eggs. She flitted off 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.”

  “I hadn’t noticed,” he laughed as I rolled my eyes at him.

  Rowena was back with the coffee pot. She leaned her cleavage over Trey as she poured coffee into his mug. “Cream, sugar?” she gushed at him.

  “No, black is fine,” Trey replied ignoring her flirtation.

  “Excuse me, 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 found my jealousy somewhat amusing and I was finding the waitress’s audacity unacceptable. Trey sipped his coffee, watching me thoughtfully.

  “So what time do you think we'll 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.”

  With an arched eyebrow, he gave me a “wanna-bet” look.

  “Did you get along with her when you were with Tess?”

  “Not really. Caroline took advantage of the fact that Tess was younger and impressionable. She liked having someone look up to her. In exchange, many of Caroline’s shallow values were impressed upon Tess. I’m sure that they still stay in touch. Caroline is an only child and Tess never had a sister, so they feel some sort of faux sibling connection.”

  “How did your mother feel about Tess?”

  “Mom loved Tess. I mean, we were together
for several years starting back in high school. Mom never had a daughter so Tess filled that void in some ways. Mom never bonded with Caroline. Tess was someone who shared confidences with my mother; they traveled together to visit me when I was at Oxford.”

  I was somehow 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, Mom will love you more than Tess, if that's what’s bothering you.” He could read me so well. I hoped he was right. I had a void to fill too.

  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’d bring the milk I ordered.”

  Rowena returned with her coffee carafe and rubbed Trey’s shoulder as she filled his mug.

  “Excuse me, Rowena,” I snapped, getting her attention. “Do don't touch him again and please 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 caught Trey’s startled reaction. 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 shouldn’t have snapped at her.”

  Trey looked at me, so adorable with his fuzzy red Santa hat. He broke into a grin, his sexy dimple appearing. “Tylar, you amaze me,” he laughed, “I’ve no problem whatsoever with you claiming what’s yours. I do have a problem with you stopping me from doing it.”

  “When did I ever stop you?”