Baby Love Lite (21 page)

Just then Tristan came into the kitchen
holding hands with someone I presumed was Libby.

“
There she is,” he said in
his warm voice, “Libs this is my favorite sister-in-law, Tylar.
Tylar please meet Libby Michaels. She lives in Atlanta,
too.”

I held my hand out to Libby and she grasped
mine with her own. She looked to be in her early thirties; she was
tall and slender with long blond hair. Everything about her was
perfectly manicured and in place.

“
Tylar,” she said,
“Tristan's constantly talking about you, Trey and your adorable
baby girl. You brought her with you, didn’t you?”

“
Of course they did,” Susan
spoke up. “Come and meet my son, Trey and my grandbaby,
Preston.”

We all went back to the family room. I
noticed how Tristan settled Libby into a chair and then sat on the
arm of it, keeping her hand in his. He seemed totally infatuated
with her.

When she was introduced to Trey I couldn’t
help noticing how her eyes lit up when she smiled and took his
hand. It was possible that Susan’s bias had caused me to be more
attentive to her actions as a result, but it seemed as if Libby’s
hand lingered in Trey’s a bit longer than necessary; even now it
was if she continued to watch him as he held Preston in his
lap.

“
So, Libby,” I started,
“what do you do in Atlanta?”

“
I’m the Director of
Marketing at Sexabella Products,” she stated very matter-of-factly.
I glanced over at Trey meeting his amused glance. He knew I was
going to ask the question.

“
And what exactly are
Sexabella products?” I inquired.

“
We distribute a full line
of sexual enhancement products that include clothing, novelties,
toys, videos, books, and gadgets.”

I wasn’t about to ask her to further define
“gadgets.” My cheeks were already warm with my blush. Susan cleared
her throat asking if anyone cared for something to drink. I offered
to help her as we escaped to the kitchen.

“
You see what I mean? Coming
out like that and admitting that she markets perverted products,”
Susan hissed, shaking her head.

“
Now, Mom,” I replied
finding it difficult not to laugh, “Just because she markets those
types of things does not necessarily mean that she's perverted. I’m
sure Tristan can handle it.” I inadvertently snickered and caught
her frown.

“
Well, I'm telling you this;
she's been here for three days and Tristan's supposed to be getting
his staff in place at the winery; she's not letting him out of that
bedroom!”

“
Shhh,” I whispered unable
to suppress my giggles. “They're going to hear you. I’m sure it’s
just a thing that will eventually peter out.”

Susan started giggling when I said that,
hugging me.

“
I’ve sure missed you,
honey,” she said. “I’m so glad my Trey has you; I’m happy for Nigel
and Tess. I just still worry about my Tristan."

We were interrupted when Trey came in holding
Preston who was squirming and starting to fuss a bit. “I think
she’s hungry, baby,” he said, bringing her to me.

“
I’ll take her up to our
suite and feed her.”

“
Want some company?” Trey
asked giving me a sheepish grin.

Once Trey and I were in the seclusion of our
suite, he turned on the flat screen and settled next to me on the
bed. Preston was cuddled in my arms nursing.

“
So,” I said, “what do you
think of Libby?”

Trey shrugged. “I can tell Mom doesn’t like
her,” he replied.

“
Really? I didn't
notice."

He gave me his sidelong glance that said
‘You’re full of shit.’

I laughed. “Okay, yes your mom does not care
for her, but I can’t believe that it's totally because of the
products she markets at Sexabella or whatever it’s called.”

“
She probably doesn’t like
the fact that Libby came here for the sole purpose of having a
fuckfest with Tristan under their roof.”

“
What?” I asked, startling
Preston. “How do you know that they’re having a
fuckfest?”

Trey threw me one of his ‘oh please!’ looks.
“Brothers talk,” he replied.

“
Yes, apparently like school
girls,” I chided.

“
What do you mean by
that?”

“
I just better never find
out that you shared details of our sex life with anyone, brother or
not.”

“
Come on, baby. You know me
better than that,” he replied in his smooth and silky voice. He
scooted closer giving me a kiss.

When Preston finished nursing I laid her down
for a nap in the crib that had been put in our suite. I'd packed
some of her stuffed toys and put her ghost in the crib with her as
I pulled her blanket up. She found her thumb and drifted off to
sleep.

“
Wanna take a nap, baby?”
Trey asked slyly.

“
I didn’t bring my
diaphragm.”

“
No worries. I brought
condoms,” he smiled.

We nestled down under the bedcovers and
enjoyed some play before we both drifted off into a nap of our
own.

We both came awake hearing some loud banging
against the wall of our room. It was coming from the room next to
us, the one that Nigel and Caroline had been in last Christmas.
There was some sort of commotion going on in there. It was the
headboard hitting the wall. I looked over at Trey and saw the slow
smile spread across his face. I knew that we'd never been that
loud.

Soon I could hear a woman’s voice. It was
Libby’s. “Harder, Tristan!” she yelled. “I want that crop flailed
across my ass harder!”

My eyes widened as I looked up at Trey with a
puzzled expression. We heard the sound of leather hitting skin and
then Libby moaned loudly.

“
That’s it baby; that’s how
I like it! Again!”

This continued for a while. We then heard her
voice loudly again, commanding Tristan to fuck her from behind. He
evidently obliged as the rhythmic banging of the headboard against
the wall resumed. Finally, we heard them both cry out as they
reached their individual climaxes.

“
Damn,” Trey said, “that
sounded….
different
.”

“
Don’t get any
ideas!"

I hadn’t pictured Tristan as being into any
of that S & M shit. It was obvious that Libby was very much
into it.

“
Oh, come on, Tylar,” Trey
admonished. “Since when have you turned all provincial? I seem to
recall you enjoying a spanking or two in the past.”

“
That’s an entirely
different thing and you know it. Are you saying that we need to
spice up our play in the bedroom?”

“
No and why do you always
read way more into the things I say?” He pulled me against him,
brushing my hair back from my face gently. He tilted my chin upward
and kissed my lips softly several times. “I've no complaints at
all, Mrs. Sinclair, but if you ever find it boring, you'll speak up
won’t you?”

“
Assuredly, counselor,” I
replied, kissing him back.

Just then the sound of Preston’s ghost booing
came from the crib. Trey and I looked over. She was sitting up in
her crib, her chubby arms hugging her ghost to her. She smiled at
us. Trey slipped his sweats on and went over to take care of
her.

We ate at Morelli’s that night. Carmelita was
thrilled to see us again and she was captivated by Preston. Tristan
and Libby had joined us; try as I might, I was just not clicking
with that chick. I thought Susan’s instincts were on target. I'd
never let on to Tristan that I didn’t care for her. He seemed to be
totally mesmerized by her in every way. I was a bit uncomfortable
being around them after what we'd heard that afternoon but neither
one of them seemed fazed by it.

When we got back to the manor, Susan insisted
on bathing Preston and getting her ready to go down for the night.
Susan had moved Preston’s crib to her and Clive’s suite. I
suspected it was because she'd overheard Tristan and Libby at some
point over the past several days. She was probably concerned the
baby wouldn't sleep through the noise. I hoped like hell it didn’t
keep Trey and I up.

Trey and I showered in our suite together and
got dressed for bed. He put on a pair of pj pants that hung low on
his hips and a white tee shirt. I admired his flat taut belly; his
muscular arms and shoulders were evident under his tee shirt. I
climbed under the sheets and settled down waiting for Trey to join
me. He'd gone back downstairs to grab his Cell phone. When he got
back to the room, he seemed a bit distracted.

“
Is everything okay?” I
asked.

“
Yeah, why?”

“
I don’t know. You seem
distracted all of a sudden.”

He didn’t respond. He flipped his cell phone
on to check messages and emails.

“
Trey,” I said, still
watching him. “What is it?”

“
Oh, it’s nothing, I guess.
It’s just that when I went downstairs just now, Libby was in the
kitchen getting a glass of ice water. My phone was on the counter
near the sink. When I retrieved it off the counter and turned to
leave, it was like her hand brushed against my crotch
accidently.”

“
What do you mean,
accidently?”
I
hissed.

“
I mean it was like she was
turning away from the sink as I was leaving the room. Her hand just
kind of brushed against me as she went to get ice from the
icemaker.”

“
Well, did she say
anything?”

“
I thought maybe it was my
fault for getting in her path so I said ‘sorry’. She said there was
nothing at all for me to be sorry about.”

“
That bitch!” I
hissed.

“
Tylar please let it go. I’m
certain it was an accident. I don’t want anything ruining Tristan’s
party, okay?”

“
She's been overly attentive
to you since we got here.”

“
She has not; she’s all
about Tristan. Now, let’s forget about it, okay?” I gave him a
mumbled "whatever" turning over on my side away from him. Trey had
it wrong. Tristan was all about her but she was not all about
Tristan. She was about herself and getting anything and everything
she wanted.

Trey and I awoke during the night to the
sound of Tristan and Libby’s relentless fucking. There was no way
it could be deemed ‘lovemaking.’ It was mostly Libby’s high pitched
shrieking and moaning; telling Tristan what she wanted and where
she wanted it. It appeared that he aimed to please.

“
Jesus Christ,” Trey
muttered after wrapping a pillow around his head to cover his ears
had failed to drown out the sounds from the next room. He leapt up
out of our bed and headed towards the door.

“
Where are you going?” I
whispered loudly.

“
I’m going to tell them to
fucking keep it down,” he snapped.

“
Oh, so you’re going to pull
a
Caroline
on
them?”

“
Bullshit, Tylar. You and I
were never that loud. This is ridiculous.”

“
Trey, I thought you wanted
to make sure that Tristan had a great 40th birthday weekend?" He
stood there, hands on his hips undecided.

"If this makes him happy, you can certainly
endure it for the sake of your brother, right?”

He relented grudgingly coming back to bed. We
spent the rest of the night trying to cover our ears to drown out
the sounds coming from the next room.

Nigel and Tess had arrived the following
morning. I'd finally gotten to know Tess better and found that I
actually liked her. I could see how much she and Nigel had in
common. It was funny but having spent more time with her, I could
see that she'd never have been a good match for Trey.

We helped Susan get the house decorated for
the party. Trey, Tristan and Nigel had gone over to the winery to
see the progress being made on the expansion. Libby had tagged
along with the men preferring their company to ours, apparently.
Tess and I were working on one of Susan’s candy corn centerpieces
as she gave us directions from the kitchen. Clive was in the living
room playing with Preston.

“
So, Tylar,” Tess spoke up
softly, “what do you think of Tristan’s girlfriend?”

“
What do
you
think of Libby?” I
countered.

“
No fair,” she laughed
quietly. “I asked you first.”

“
Well, honestly, I don’t
know her all that well yet but at first blush . . . I think she
rocks Tristan’s world sexually. I also wish you and Nigel’s room
was next to theirs instead of ours.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “That loud,
huh?”

“
Yep and all night
long.”

She giggled softly. “We can’t pick our
in-laws, I guess.”

I smiled at Tess. The truth was I could do a
whole lot worse for a sister-in-law than Tess; Caroline or Libby,
for example.

“
Exactly,” I answered.
“Speaking of which, I understand that Caroline's now your
sister-in-law instead of mine. Congratulations!”

This brought more giggling from Tess and I
saw her blush. “Yeah, that was all pretty screwed up wasn’t
it?”

“
Let’s just say that Trey
and I are never bored at a family get together.”

“
I hear that,” she replied,
putting the finishing touches on the centerpiece. “You know, I'm so
glad that you're with Trey. You two are perfect for each other - I
mean the same way it feels like Nigel and I are perfect for each
other. I’m glad that you and Trey discovered it before you had to
go through disastrous marriages like he and I did.”