Baby Love (Baby Series)

by ANDREA SMITH

  I flipped the television on and nestled her against me. She latched onto my breast like a pro, watching me the whole time she nursed. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was only 10:30. Of course everyone was drinking alcohol except me. I'm sure it made for a great party.

  It pissed me off to know that Trey had danced with her, drinking or not. He had certainly put a stop to my asking Tristan to dance.

  I looked down at Preston and her little brows were furrowed as if she sensed I was upset about something.

  "It’s okay baby girl," I said to her smiling. "I warn you though, Mommy better never find out that you were in public wearing nothing but fig leaves. Do you hear me?"

  She stopped nursing to give me a smile. I kissed her forehead and we both drifted off to sleep.

  I wasn't sure how much later it was when Trey stumbled into our bedroom, flicking on the overhead light.

  "Why the hell didn't you come back down to the party," he asked, slightly inebriated.

  "Shhh, Trey," I cautioned. "You're going to wake the baby up."

  "What the hell is she doing in here? Her crib is in my parents' room."

  "We fell asleep," I said, irritated with his attitude about Preston being in here with me.

  "Here baby," he said, reaching for her.

  "Let me take her on down to their room. They're getting ready for bed so they will be in there with her."

  "Are you drunk?" I asked.

  "I've had a few," he admitted, "But no, I'm not drunk-drunk, just a little buzzed-buzzed is all."

  If I hadn’t been butt naked under the sheets I would have carried her down. As it was, I felt he could manage getting her there in one piece. I climbed out of bed and got into my nightgown and finished up in the bathroom before he got back.

  When he returned I was still under the covers.

  "Jesus Christ," he commented, getting out of his costume and into his pj pants and a t-shirt.

  "Mom and Dad are fit to be tied about Tristan's girlfriend. I had to listen to them go on for a full ten minutes or more."

  "Why are they fit to be tied?"

  "Why do you think Tylar? They didn't exactly appreciate her costume."

  He went into the bathroom where I heard him pee and then brush his teeth. Once finished he climbed into bed with me. It was after 1:00 a.m.

  "Hey, you missed the best part of Tristan's party," he commented, pulling me next to him so that he could caress my breasts.

  "Oh? What part was that?"

  "When they sang Happy Birthday and toasted him. Then he made a toast and announced his engagement to Libby?"

  "What?" I sat up in bed. "Are you serious?"

  "Yeah," he grinned, "You should see the rock he gave her. I told you they were all about each other."

  "I'd rather have seen your mother's face after the announcement. How did she take it?"

  "I don't know Tylar," he said with a hint of irritation.

  "I mean I wasn't specifically watching everyone's reaction. My brother is happy. I think we should wish them well."

  "Whatever Trey. Goodnight."

  I wasn't going to argue with him. I wasn't even going to bring anything up about knowing he danced with Libby. What was the point? I either trusted him or I didn't. Anything outside of that was simply drama.

  "I don't want to sleep baby; I want to fuck."

  "Go next door," I answered rolling over onto my side with my back to him.

  I heard a mumbled curse and he turned on his side pulling the covers up and went to sleep.

  A short time later Trey and I were both roused out of our sleep by the noise next door.

  "Oh yes, baby!" Libby was screaming. "Keep fucking me Tristan just like that. Pull the ass beads out now - oh yeah, aarrrgghhh!"

  "Shit ….not again," Trey moaned, pulling the covers up over his head.

  The headboard was slamming against the wall in a steady rhythm that seemed to go and on. It continued at a slower pace as Libby's orgasm apparently was winding down.

  Someone was knocking on our door.

  "What the hell now?" Trey grumbled, throwing the covers off and going to the door.

  It was Clive asking that Trey and I keep it down.

  "Jesus Christ dad, it's not us! It's Tristan and that nymph he's engaged to."

  (So much for wishing them well Trey!)

  Clive apologized for the interruption. By this time, things had quieted down next door.

  Within twenty minutes it started up again; by this time Trey had passed out so I was left to listen to it alone.

  I had finally drifted back to sleep when more noise came from the room next door. It sounded as if there was an argument ensuing. My female ears perked up. This was way more interesting that listening to sex.

  "What do you mean that I'm too friendly, Tristan?" Libby yelled.

  "No I will not keep it down. You need to explain yourself to me."

  Evidently Tristan's answers were in a quiet tone so I didn't get to hear them. Libby however was not pleased with them.

  "What the fuck! So I danced with Trey - what of it? I danced with Nigel, too. Oh and I danced with Landon and some other guy named Ray. Why are you making a federal case about my dancing with Trey? Someone had to I suppose. I just felt so sorry for him."

  I didn't hear anything further for several seconds.

  "Quit shushing me," she hollered. "You’re the one that is making a big deal out of it. His wife deserted him for the most part during your party to play wet nurse to that baby of theirs. I felt sorry for the poor guy. Christ, don't you trust me?"

  Tristan must have put her mind at ease with his response.

  "I love you Tristan and only you. You have to believe me."

  Oh Christ - what an actress I thought.

  Tristan must have bought off on her explanation because I didn't hear any further argument. Within minutes the music of their slamming headboard against our wall was all I heard. Trey had managed to sleep through it all.

  CHAPTER 19

  I had never been so glad to be home than after that long weekend in Bristol. I had called Gina during the following week while Preston was napping to fill her in.

  "No fucking way!" she said as I told her about the sex in the next room, their costumes and Tristan's sudden engagement.

  The crème de' le crème was when I told her that Tristan was moving to Atlanta to live here because of her job. When Gina asked what Libby's job was I told her about Sexabella. Gina knew of the company. Why had I not been surprised?

  "Oh yeah," she said excitedly, "They distribute a lot of that stuff we saw in the Sextique Shop at the mall in Bristol, remember?"

  "How could I possibly forget Gina?"

  I remembered the Jack Rabbit Wallbanger w/Suction Cup she had bought for me as a Christmas gift last year from that store.

  "So how is it going with you?" I asked.

  "Well we are sort of at a standstill with the division of property. We have the condo and the business. With what we owe on both there is no even split of equity or liability. It's a quagmire I guess. In the meantime, I'm still living at the condo of course and Ian is paying the bills. I still work at the club on days but it's hard you know? I mean everyone knows what Ian did and continues to do with that skank. I'm not one for pity girlfriend."

  "I know that Gina - I'm sorry about all of this. Hey, let me talk to Trey."

  "Why would you talk to him about my problems?" she asked.

  "Well he mentioned something about buying shares of Tristan's winery; what if I could convince him to invest in the Sanctuary instead and buy Ian's interest out?"

  "Oh Ty, I mean I love you for thinking about me on this but that is a lot to hope for from a friend. Given the Hot Nazi doesn't care for me I don't think you have a snowball's chance."

  "We'll see," I replied, "It couldn't hurt."

  "Hey," she said changing the subject. "How is your house coming along?"

  "It's on schedule," I replied. "Want to ride out with Preston and
me today?"

  "Absolutely," she said.

  I picked Gina up after lunch and we drove out to the house in DeKalb County. She had been there with me before several times but it was nearly finished with the exception of the flooring and final trim. We toured the house and Gina marveled at the layout.

  It was two-story with a partial walk-out basement. It was approximately 3500 square feet. The master suite upstairs was in Gina's words 'to die for.' Our room had a working fireplace, 'his' and 'her' dressing room/closets and a master bath that had a sunken Jacuzzi tub, double marble showers, double vanities and 'his' and 'her' enclosed commodes.

  The horse barn was nearly finished. Trey was making arrangements to have Derringer and a couple of other horses brought out after the first of the year when we moved in. Gina had promised to help me furniture shop after Christmas.

  I asked Trey at dinner that evening about the possibility of buying out Ian's interest of the Sanctuary.

  "Are you crazy? Absolutely not Tylar. Do you realize that restaurants and night clubs are the most risky types of investment? Aside from that I can't imagine being in business with Gina. Dumb idea baby."

  "But just think about. . ."

  He cut me off with his usual, "End of discussion Tylar."

  Sometimes Trey's closed mindedness really pissed me off. He hadn't even given me the courtesy of pretending to consider it before he gave a definitive 'no.' So much for it being "our" money I thought.

  Perhaps I could find another investor. I really hated to see Gina lose that club. She needed something to occupy her time and the social environment there was therapeutic for her.

  I was folding clothes in the laundry room when it dawned on me that I could be an investor without Trey. I had put all of the money that I had cleared from the sale of the house and furnishings in Radcliff into my own savings account, along with the money I had earned from the dressage competitions, the left-over money from the sale of my car and the ten grand I had received from Maggie's previous employer.

  I went to the bedroom and got my savings passbook out of my underwear drawer. I had over $200,000 in my savings account. I had offered to buy the furnishings for the new house with it. Screw that. Gina was more important. I smiled at my ingenuity. I put my passbook back in the drawer. I would tell Gina the good news tomorrow while Trey was at work. She and I were going to be partners.

  I finished up in the laundry room and went to check on Preston. She was in her swing in Trey's office, chewing on her pink rubber clothespin. She smiled when she saw me, dropping her toy and holding her arms up for me.

  Trey was typing away on his laptop. He looked up as I lifted her from the swing. He was trying to figure out whether I was pissed at him for blowing off my suggestion about investing in the club. I decided to keep him guessing.

  "Do you want a bath Preston?" I asked, totally ignoring Trey.

  She still had slobber on her chin from chewing on the toy. She grinned at me; I headed out the door with her.

  "Tylar?" Trey called after me.

  I stepped back into his office and glanced over at him.

  "Oh I see. This is how it is going to be now," he stated simply.

  "Excuse me?"

  "I'm going to get the silent treatment aren't I?"

  "I have no clue as to what you are talking about Trey. I simply finished my chores for the day and decided to bathe my daughter. Is there something you need?"

  "Don't let me keep you," he replied frowning.

  I bathed Preston and dressed her in one of the new nightgowns Susan had bought for her. She was six months old now and I had started her on pureed bananas which she loved, along with pureed carrots and peas. This had reduced her need to nurse in half. I still enjoyed nursing her before bedtime.

  I cradled her against me in the rocker and unfastened my nursing bra. She latched on to my nipple, nursing gently as I rocked her back and forth. This had become one of my most favorite times of the day. She fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead and gently placed her in the crib. She loved sleeping on her tummy now. I pulled her blanket up around her and her thumb found her mouth as she slept.

  Trey was still in his office. He was talking to someone on his Blackberry. I only heard the tail end of the conversation where he told someone he would see them this weekend.

  I showered and climbed into bed. I had fallen asleep by the time Trey finally came to bed. He was still damp from his shower as he curled up next to me.

  He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close to him. I felt his warm lips as they kissed the nape of my neck, my shoulder and my cheek. He gently nibbled an ear lobe. I hoped he didn't think we were going to have make-up sex. That was not going to happen.

  His hand lowered to my hip as he pulled my nightgown up, his fingers pushing past the elastic of my panties and plied the folds of my sex gently.

  His warm lips continued to kiss my neck moving toward my throat as he rolled me towards him. I could feel myself getting wet for him. Damn!

  His mouth found mine as he drew me to him, kissing and tracing my lips with his tongue. I fought not to respond. I lost.

  I laced my arms around his neck pulling his face closer to mine as our tongues danced together in a passionate kiss. I felt his hand move to lower my panties and he lifted me up to take them completely off. He pulled my nightgown up and over my head. He had come to bed naked.

  He moaned against my lips. My body was responding to him and it pissed me off. I loved Trey but he had really hurt my feelings this evening with his fist-pounding tactics at dinner. He had made me feel subservient in a way; as if I didn't have a say or a vote in our household or investments. He had been the one who only last week insisted the money was "ours" and not "his." I supposed it was "our" money until I wanted to spend some of it.

  "Come on baby," he whispered against my lips. "You know that feels good. You know you love what I'm doing to you."

  He lowered his lips to my breasts, tracing the nipple with his tongue, circling it over and over again. His fingers were expertly exploring the folds of my womanhood and my hips were thrusting to meet his fingers as they pushed and rotated inside of me.

  (Damn him!)

  His lips and tongue traveled further south until they joined his magic fingers at the apex of my womanhood. His tongue swirled over my clitoris, flicking it rhythmically as my hips gyrated against his mouth.

  "That's my baby," he said softly, licking and kissing me down there.

  "My baby is so wet and so ready."

  (I will not moan; I will not moan!)

  Trey's tongue continued to wash over my clitoris as he removed his fingers from me. I could hear the sound of a condom packet rip and felt his hands move to his erection as he rolled the condom over the length of his hard shaft. I hadn't touched him down there at all tonight. I hadn't even opened my eyes. For all I knew this wasn't Trey. This could be anyone I decided. Yes - this could be someone other than Trey. Perhaps this was . . . Tristan!

  Yes, my imagination decided that this was Tristan doing all of these delicious and forbidden things to me. Tristan with his longer hair and emerald green eyes pleasuring me in bed. This man was always caring and sweet to me; never treating me dismissively the way that Trey had; showing patience and compassion for everyone.

  I felt him lower himself to me and I opened my legs, to welcome and accept his manhood into me. Once there I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of me as my hips arched up against him. It felt so good; so damn good.

  "Mmmm," I moaned. "You feel so good. I love having you inside of me."

  He increased his rhythm, plunging in and out of me with beautiful and expert precision. I moaned in sweet pleasure feeling my uterus contract around him.

  "I need you to kiss me," I said, hungry to see what his lips would feel like on mine.

  I felt his warm and sensual lips softly mold to mine perfectly. His tongue teased mine playfully. I imagined his emerald green eyes watching me as I writhed in
pleasure; totally surrendering myself to him.

  We kissed with hunger and passion. My hips were rotating and I could feel my uterus squeezing and contracting him to climax. I arched my back as he placed his hands under my ass penetrating me deeply. The head of his shaft was rubbing my sweet spot like I had never felt before.

  "Oh God!" I screamed. "You are the best baby. I love the way you fuck me. That's it, baby; that's it."

  My orgasm exploded with intensity like no other I had ever experienced. I felt the warm gush of my ejaculation; I heard myself moan with each pulsating release. His climax was unraveling within me. I cried out with pleasure; I never wanted this to end. My lips found his and I kissed him as he finished coming; he was moaning with pleasure as well. I was content that I had pleased him. I felt him shudder as he finished; he continued giving me sweet kisses.

  We were both panting with our exertion. Too soon he pulled himself out of me. I rolled over on my side, flushed with the afterglow of our lovemaking. I drifted off to sleep quickly never having opened my eyes.

  I awoke the next morning. Trey had already gotten up and headed to the gym for his morning workout. I recalled the events of the previous night and shame washed over me. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach.

  I needed to call Gina. There was no other person I could trust with this other than my very best friend.

  It was early - only 7 a.m. Preston was not even awake yet but this could not wait. I needed to unload this from my conscience.

  I phoned Gina and heard her groggy voice on the other end of the phone.

  "Somebody better had died for you to call me this fucking early girlfriend!"

  "Gina," I rasped, beside myself. "I did something awful! I cheated on Trey!"

  My voice gave way to racking, guilt-ridden sobs.

  CHAPTER 20

  By the time Gina arrived at our apartment I had fed breakfast to Preston and she was in her playpen happily chewing on her assortment of rubber toys.

  I had put a pot of coffee on for Gina as I knew that she wasn't a morning person. The doorman buzzed over the intercom that she had arrived. I left the front door ajar for her as I returned to the kitchen to shut the oven timer off. I got the blueberry muffins out that I had baked trying to kill time before Gina got here.