Be My Baby Lite

by ANDREA SMITH

  He started to jump back in my face; I was in no mood for it. For whatever reason, my first session with Karla had stirred the river bottom making the water murky instead of clear with respect to the way Trey regarded me on his list of priorities.

  I pointed my index finger in his face. I could tell I had a very scary look going on because it seemed as if Trey shrank back from me a bit.

  "Don't!" I snapped loudly at him, “I repeat, don’t take me for granted any more like that!” I jabbed my finger in the air to make my point.

  I could tell he was taken aback by my demeanor.

  It’s about damn time my inner voice sneered.

  I turned on my heel and went to the bedroom where I climbed into bed pulling the covers up under my chin. I rolled on my side to face the wall. Trey came to bed in a few minutes. I felt him get under the covers. He slept on his side with his back turned to me.

  The following morning Preston came bounding into our room early. I could tell Trey was hung over by how he snapped at her as I scooped her up.

  She was yammering away about ‘Mamma and Dadda.’

  “Please Tylar,” he moaned, “for the love of God, take her downstairs. My head's pounding.”

  Jean was in the hallway wringing her hands.

  “I’m so sorry, Tylar,” she apologized. “She just took off from me after she used the potty wanting to see you and Mr. Sinclair. She got into your room before I could stop her.”

  “That’s not a problem Jean,” I replied. “Mr. Sinclair's a bit under the weather but that's really his problem.”

  I saw Jean’s mouth turn up in a slight smile but she said nothing. I lifted my baby girl up into my arms.

  “What does Preston want for breakfast?” I asked as I carried her downstairs.

  “Cancakes,” she said clapping her hands together. Preston loved pancakes. I'd made them in the shape of Mickey Mouse’s head and she adored them.

  “Cancakes it is,” I said hugging her close to me. We were sitting at the breakfast table enjoying our pancakes when the landline in the kitchen rang. Jean was doing laundry so I jumped up to get it.

  “Tylar?” the soft feminine voice said, “I’m sorry to call your home line but Trey isn’t answering his cell.”

  “He’s still asleep, Amber. Do you want me to wake him?”

  “No, that’s not necessary,” she purred. “I know he was out late. When he gets up could you please ask him to check his car to see if I left my jacket in there?”

  What the fuck?

  “I sure will,” I replied sweetly. “I’ll have him call you either way. How's that?”

  “Perfect,” she replied. “Thank you.”

  Jean came back into the kitchen just then and I told her I needed to run out to the garage. She said she'd finish feeding Preston her breakfast.

  I went out to the garage and opened the passenger door to Trey’s Mercedes. Sure enough, there was a short black leather jacket thrown across the back seat of the car. I picked it up taking it back into the house with me.

  Jean was still in the kitchen with Preston. I placed the jacket on the back of a dining room chair in plain view for whenever Trey brought his sorry ass downstairs. I returned to the kitchen and finished having breakfast with my daughter.

  It was after 11:00 a.m. when Trey finally came downstairs still looking under the weather. I was folding Preston’s clothes at the kitchen table.

  “Do you have any coffee made, babe?” he asked his eyes squinting in the sunlight.

  “Nope.”

  “Would you mind making some for me, please?”

  He looked and sounded pitiful. I gave him a glare as I turned the coffeemaker on and reached up in the cupboard for the coffee. Five minutes later, Trey was sipping his black coffee. He'd popped a couple of Advil tablets with a large glass of water.

  “Where’s Preston?” he asked looking around.

  “Jean took her to the grocery with her.”

  He nodded and continued sipping.

  “So,” I said, “quite a party last night, huh?”

  “Tylar look,” he said, “I’m really sorry about my not calling you to let you know I was going to be late. I was totally not planning to have more than one celebratory drink with the partners but somehow drinks just kept being put down in front of me.”

  Amber was buying no doubt!

  “Before I knew it I looked at the clock and it was 11:00 p.m. I thought you were probably asleep by that time so I felt it'd be worse waking you when I was headed home anyway.”

  “Is that what you did, Trey?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked furrowing his brow.

  “Did you come straight home from the bar?”

  “Yes, what'd you think I did?”

  I walked into the dining room returning with Amber’s black leather jacket hooked on my thumb. I tossed it onto the table in front of him.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “You tell me.”

  “Well, obviously it’s a jacket; should I know whose jacket it is?”

  Trey seemed genuinely perplexed by my unasked question. He lifted the jacket from the table turning it around in his hand as if trying to place it. It appeared he didn’t recognize it.

  “I give up,” he finally said, rubbing his forehead.

  “Apparently, the jacket is Amber’s,” I snapped. “She called the house phone this morning when she couldn’t reach you on your cell. She asked me to ask you if she'd left her jacket in your car. I went out to the garage and sure enough, there it was in the backseat. I’d like an explanation.”

  Trey was now giving me a "deer in the headlight" look which I would've found irritating had I been accustomed to seeing him do that. This was the first time. Did he truly not remember how her jacket had found its way into the back seat of his car?

  He raked his hands through his sleep-tousled hair and looked totally clueless. He raised his coffee mug to his lips taking a drink.

  “Oh shit - I know what must’ve happened,” he said. His face was now devoid of confusion. I was eagerly awaiting his explanation. He looked up at me where I was giving him my full attention.

  “Pierce’s wife dropped him at the office yesterday to take his car in for servicing. He asked me if he could use mine to drive over to the courthouse for the settlement conference. I didn’t have anything scheduled in court so I let him use it. Amber was second chair on that case. I bet she rode over and back with him.”

  “I see,” I said, rolling up a pair of Preston’s socks.

  Trey was studying me now.

  “No, I don’t think you do see. I think you don’t believe what I'm telling you is the truth.”

  “Why should I doubt you, Trey? You’ve never given me cause to be suspicious now, have you?”

  Trey was angry now; I'd stirred the pot and he was pissed. He jumped up coming around to stand in front of me.

  “Hey! You know damn well that I've never lied to you about anything! Everything that's ever happened between Amber and me you saw with your own two eyes. That’s where it started and that’s where it ended. Unfortunately, I have to live with the fact that you’ve fucked someone else!”

  I turned to leave the room but his arm hauled me back against him. Our faces were inches apart. I could feel the rage inside of him; I could see it in his piercing blue eyes. His mouth came crushing down on mine. His hands framed my face as his lips sought mine hungrily and passionately.

  I felt his hand lower to my jeans. He tugged at the button unclasping it. His fingers expertly lowered the zipper to allow his hand to reach down over my butt and lower the jeans down past my hips. I stepped out of them. His hooked his thumb inside the elastic of my thong and lowered it from me.

  I shivered as his fingers groped my sex and sent waves of pleasure through me. Our lips were still devouring one another with a passionate fury that was new.

  Trey lifted me up and placed me on the kitchen table. I could feel Amber’s cool leather jacket underneath my b
are ass. Trey unzipped the fly on his jeans. He hadn’t bothered to put underwear on beneath them. His erection sprang free and my hand closed around it firmly; gently stroking the length of it as he moaned.

  He parted my legs, tilting me back so that he was between them guiding his cock into me in one deep thrust. I moaned in pleasure now, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips as he rocked back and forth inside of me. He kept a slow, steady rhythm to draw the pleasure out for each of us.

  Our lips continued to devour one another with a passionate fury which was new to us. He rocked in and out of me methodically, perfectly filling me with himself. I loved the feel of Trey. I loved the feel of Amber’s leather jacket under my ass as we fucked.

  The landline rang again in the kitchen.

  Who the fuck now?

  Trey didn’t miss a stroke as he reached behind him on the counter and picked up the cordless. His lips moved away from mine as he glanced to see who it was on the caller i.d.

  “It’s Amber,” he said continuing his rhythm while watching me.

  “Answer it,” I replied matching his thrusts.

  I saw a hint of amusement flicker across Trey’s face as he pushed the button for speaker so that I could hear the conversation.

  “Hello,” he said in his smooth and now totally sexy voice.

  “Trey? It’s Amber. Did Tylar mention I called earlier to see if my jacket was in your car?”

  “Ummm,” he moaned, “yeah as a matter of fact she did.”

  “Well is it?”

  Trey positioned me back so that I was resting on my elbows. This allowed a different angle for hitting my sweet spot. I immediately responded to the heightened arousal. I was soaking wet down there for him.

  “Is it black?” Trey asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is it leather?”

  “Yes, it is. Did you find it?”

  “How the hell did it get into my car?”

  My ears perked up as Trey continued his methodical pumping in and out of me.

  “I accidently left it in there yesterday afternoon when Pierce drove me to the courthouse.”

  “Accidently?” Trey asked her point blank.

  “Yes of course, why?”

  Trey’s eyes locked with mine. I smiled at him. He laid the phone down on the table behind me; his lips once again found mine. I moaned with pleasure. I loved the feel of Trey inside of me. I loved the feel of leather under my ass as I scooted to and fro on it to meet every thrust of his.

  “That’s it, baby,” Trey crooned to me. “You’re almost there aren’t you, baby?”

  His sexy voice was the tiny little push I needed to transcend into my perfect orgasm.

  “Ummm that feels so good, Trey,” I whimpered as I quickened.

  His thrusting now was growing in intensity as he neared climax.

  “I’m ready, baby. God you feel so good Tylar. Take it all; that’s my girl, take it all.”

  We both moaned in pleasure as our orgasms crashed around us. It was hot, wet and totally sexy as we came together. I felt myself contract around Trey and squeeze him to fulfillment.

  We kissed playfully as our orgasms wound down. I smothered Trey with kisses. I loved him so much.

  “I love you, Tylar.”

  “I love you, Trey.”

  From the table behind us where Trey had placed the phone, we both heard Amber’s voice at the same time screeching from the speaker.

  “What the hell? God damn it! Do you have my fucking jacket or not?”

  Trey slowly withdrew from me. Our combined jisms dripped onto the black leather jacket that was still beneath me. Trey grabbed the phone. His breathing was still ragged post-orgasm.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Amber. Yes, I've located your jacket. I’m looking at it as we speak.”

  There was a moment of pure silence.

  “Did I interrupt . . . something?” she asked.

  “Not a bit,” Trey replied. “See you Monday.”

  He pushed the "end" button and tossed the phone over on the counter.

  “Come on baby, let’s go shower,” he said taking me by the hand.

  CHAPTER 16

  Tristan’s birthday celebration at Torchy’s turned out to be a lot of fun. Trey’s hangover had subsided enough that he felt like having a few drinks. Gina got fairly lit and Tristan entertained us with ‘Trey’ stories from when he was a kid.

  When Gina and I'd gone to the restroom earlier, I'd filled her in on what Amber had pulled earlier in the day.

  “Are you freaking serious?” she asked her eyes widening. I nodded and smiled.

  “Trey actually fucked you while your bare ass was on her leather jacket?”

  I nodded again.

  “And she actually stayed on the phone listening to it?”

  “Well Gina - it wasn’t like she knew my ass was on her jacket at the time.”

  Gina was giggling hysterically by this time.

  “I mean, do you think she actually knew what you guys we’re doing?”

  “Well, she did ask at the end if she'd interrupted anything.”

  “Oh my God! I bet she had her hand down her panties the whole time!”

  “Gina! That’s gross.”

  “Just sayin’ girlfriend,” she replied with a smirk.

  I started giggling then thinking back on it.

  “What?” Gina asked.

  “It’s just that Trey has to take that jacket to the office on Monday. It’s got pecker tracks all over it.”

  “Eeww,” Gina said, “now that is gross!”

  The band had started playing by the time Gina and I returned to the table. It was a slow song. Tristan asked Trey if he could borrow me for a dance.

  “Just make sure that you bring her back,” Trey replied.

  Tristan had wanted to get me alone. Gina had mentioned to him my interest in buying the cruise package deal from him.

  “Tylar, as far as I'm concerned, that cruise can be a gift from me to you and Trey.”

  “But Tristan, then it’s as if we didn’t get you anything for Christmas.”

  “Look,” he said, his emerald green eyes capturing mine, “do you realize how indebted I am to both of you?”

  I was totally clueless as to why he felt indebted to us. He apparently read my body language.

  “If it hadn’t been for you guys, I wouldn’t have met my soon-to-be wife and soul mate, Gina; I wouldn’t have my beautiful son Reese, or my gorgeous niece Preston. Please let me do this for you, Tylar. I know that you and Trey need some time together away from all of this. Gina and I want you to have the cruise and we also want you to know that we will keep Preston with us, or at the very least help Jean out while you’re gone.”

  “Oh Tristan,” I sighed smiling up at him, “have I told you lately that you're the best brother-in-law that a girl could ever have?”

  Tristan gave me a wicked little grin.

  “I’m always happy to help my brother out. Whether it's with a gift cruise or being the object of someone’s fantasy; that’s what brothers do.”

  I looked up at him quickly and saw the amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt my face blush beet red.

  Damn Gina!

  “I'm so going to kill Gina,” I hissed. “I can’t believe she shared that with you.”

  “I think it actually slipped out accidently.”

  “Accidently?”

  “Yeah, one night when she was hammered she just kind of spilled it. I shouldn’t have mentioned it to you,” he laughed.

  “Just please don’t ever say anything to Trey. He wouldn't have a sense of humor about that at all.”

  “Hey,” he said softly, “not to worry. I wouldn’t dream of it. It was more amusing than anything else because I know how infuriating Trey can be. I don’t want to make light of it though. I know you guys will work things out. Just know that I’m ‘Team Tylar’ if he doesn’t get his priorities straight.”

  The song ended. Tristan gave me a hug before we left the dan
ce floor. When we got back to the table Trey was on his phone trying to hear whoever was on the other end talking to him. I lip synced to Gina asking who it was. She shrugged her shoulders indicating she hadn’t a clue.