Baby Love Lite (40 page)

“
Really?” he asked as if
surprised.

“
Of course, sweetheart,” I
said, kissing him and then pushing him back off me. “Kneel in front
of me, Trey,” I instructed.

He got a puzzled look on his face but did as
I requested. I crouched down in front of him taking his member into
my mouth. I sucked, licked swirled and completely sucked him to
almost climax. Trey was moaning and breathing heavily. I turned
around getting on my hands and knees and tilted my ass up into his
face.

“
Fuck me doggie-style,
baby,” I said huskily.

Trey scooted towards me, placing one of his
hands on my ass as he guided himself into me from behind. My sex
was totally wet for him. He placed his left arm under my stomach to
raise my ass up so that he could penetrate me deeply. He rocked in
and out of me in slow and deep rhythm; both of his hands were now
on each cheek guiding himself in and out of me.

“
Mmmm baby,” he said, “This
feels so good.”

His momentum picked up, his breathing ragged.
I was starting to quicken in this position that allowed a more
unobstructed access to my sweet spot. I tilted my ass up higher
arching my back.

“
Oh, God, keep going,” I
moaned as Trey slammed into me again and again.

I heard him moan and then he pulled my ass
tight against his pelvis as his manhood throbbed and pulsated
getting ready to spew his warm climax into me. My orgasm exploded
just then as I cried out and rolled my ass in a circular motion
draining him of all of his love.

We collapsed down on the bed, thoroughly
spent and exhausted from our lovemaking. We were both panting. Trey
reached for my hand raising it to his lips and kissing it.

“
What got into you, Mrs.
Sinclair?” Trey asked. “That was absolutely wicked.”

“
I don’t know,” I answered.
“I just want to make sure that you and I don’t get into a rut,
sexually.”

Trey rose up, perching his head on his hand.
“What do you mean?” he asked.

“
I just miss the
butterflies, I guess.”

“
The butterflies? I don’t
understand.”

I turned on my side facing him. I ran my
fingers through his just-fucked hair, loving his looks.

“
You know how it is when you
first fall in love? Everything is new and exciting; there’s mystery
and passion and . . . butterflies flutter in your
stomach.”

“
I see,” he said, twisting a
lock of my hair between his fingers. “So, are you thinking that
maybe Gina is feeling those butterflies now and you’re
not?”

“
What are you talking about,
Trey,” I asked sitting up in bed.

“
I know how you think. It’s
obvious that Tristan and Gina are doing the mattress mamba and
she's probably filled you in on all of the lurid details making you
think somehow our play is lacking. I can tell you it’s not - at
least from my perspective. Aren't you pleased?’

“
Of course I am! I just
wanna make sure we still love each other more than ever and I still
give you butterflies.”

“
I love you, Tylar. You make
me happy in bed and happy in love. I don’t know what else to
say.”

“
Just hold me; hold me all
night long while I sleep; and don’t get any of your animalistic
ideas,” I whispered, a single tear rolling down my
cheek.

Gina and I were out with the masses doing our
Black Friday shopping. It was going to be so much fun having a baby
to buy for this Christmas. Gina and I both went overboard on
Preston. Gina managed to find a plush stuffed Santa that bellowed
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” when his fat belly was pressed.

“
Look, Ty,” she said “It’s
kind of like that ghost I bought her that screeched
‘Boo!’

“
Yes, she loved that
too.”

Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen her plush
ghost for several weeks. I had a sneaking suspicion Trey was behind
the disappearance.

I bought Trey some new sweaters, another
Atlanta Falcons jersey and a black wool dress coat. I noticed Gina
was looking at some Izod sweaters in the men’s section at
Dillard’s.

“
What are you looking for?”
I asked her coyly.

“
I was just thinking how
great this color would look with Tristan’s eyes,” she replied
pulling an emerald green sweater from the rack.

“
So, you and Tristan are
exchanging gifts?”

“
Why not? We’ve been
exchanging bodily fluids on a regular basis,” she
laughed.

“
So, what happened with you
two last night?” I asked.

“
We pulled an all-night
fuckfest.”

“
By the way,” I said, “What
was with the dirty look you gave me yesterday when I invited
Tristan to stay with us when he’s back in town in a couple of
weeks?”

“
Because I’m staying there
and you just have the two bedrooms. I don’t want Trey knowing about
Tristan and me as far as the physical relationship we
have.”

“
Oh, I see. That’s all it is
then - a physical relationship.”

“
Yes, I’ve explained that to
you, already.”

“
Well, for your information,
Gina, Trey has already figured that part out.”

“
What? How?”

“
Hello? It’s a bit obvious
with him calling you ‘babe’ and always touching you, for gosh
sakes.”

Gina smiled as she decided to go with the
green sweater for Tristan. She could pretend all she wanted to that
it was just a sexual relationship but I knew how she rolled. She
was falling in love with him.

“
Hey,” she said, “So what’s
up for Christmas anyway? Are you going up to Bristol?”

“
I’m not sure yet. I'd kind
of like to see if Trey would mind spending it in Baton Rouge with
my dad. He wants to see me and his granddaughter.”

“
You know, Ty, I think it's
so fantastic that you found your dad. Does it seem weird to have a
dad after all of these years?”

“
Well, you know, I always
knew that I had one, of course, but all I had to go on was Maggie’s
version of him which was another one of her fabrications. I guess I
like that fact that he's a good man. I mean, I filled you in on the
specifics of their one and only night together.”

“
Yeah, that was kind of a
hoot. It almost sounded like your mom kinda crushed on him even
though she was pissed he took her cherry thinking she was a pro. I
bet he was good in bed and she liked it.”

“
Gina! I can’t think of him
that way. He’s my father, after all.”

“
Just saying,” she replied
laughing. “Hey, what does he look like?”

“
Well he's built slender;
not as tall as Trey. He has brown hair that's graying at the
temples; his eyes are the same color as mine, but they're very
intense. I mean, I just saw him briefly. I remember thinking he was
nice-looking, for an old guy.”

“
How old is he?”

“
He’s fifty.”

“
That’s not really all that
old. It’s like ten years older than Tristan.”

“
Hey, so if Trey and I go
there at Christmas then you and Tristan will have the apartment all
to yourselves,” I said, giving her a wink.

“
I figure Tristan will be in
Bristol with his family.”

“
What if he invites you
there with him?”

“
I doubt very much if that
will happen. One of us needs to be here to take care of the club,
remember?”

Gina dropped me at the apartment when we
finished shopping. She said she wanted to take a nap before she
went into work. My iPhone chimed when I was in the elevator on my
way up to our floor. It was Daniel.

“
Hey,” he said when I
answered the call, “I just wanted to let you know that Maggie got
here this morning. She's buried next to our baby and I’ve ordered
her a headstone. She was 43 years old; soon to be 44 according to
her records.”

Hmm - she'd lied about her age just a tad -
imagine that.

“
Have you gotten the results
of her autopsy yet?”

“
No, Daniel they said it
could take up to six weeks. I'll let you know what it reveals
though.”

“
I appreciate that, Tylar.
They opened her casket for me when it arrived at the mortuary. She
looked good. They did a nice job on her. I had them buy a suit for
her to wear. I kissed her before the shut the casket. Her skin was
so cold.”

His voice was cracking and I felt compassion
for him to some degree.

“
Maggie loved you in the
only way she knew how. She'd want you to be happy again. I hope you
continue to straighten your life out; I hope you meet someone that
you can love in a healthy way.”

“
Thanks, Tylar,” he said.
“Take care.”

When I went into the apartment, neither Trey
nor Preston were anywhere around. I carried my packages into our
room and saw that Trey was stretched out on the bed watching
television; Preston was curled up asleep beside him. I put my bags
in my closet and went over to him quietly.

“
Hey you,” I whispered
leaning over to give him a kiss. “Has she been good for
you?”

“
She just fell asleep a few
minutes ago.”

Trey had contacted her pediatrician earlier
in the week to let him know about Maggie and the potential
poisoning and the fact that she'd breastfed Preston during those
days she'd her. The pediatrician instructed Trey to follow back up
with him once the post mortem report was released as to Maggie’s
cause of death. In the interim he said that we shouldn’t worry. The
fact that Preston had vomited after breastfeeding from her was
indicative that the milk didn’t agree with her system. He said that
since she's been healthy since her return it was highly unlikely
she ingested anything harmful.

"Do you want some lunch?” I asked him as he
followed me to the kitchen.

I had the refrigerator door opened; eating
slices of turkey standing there.

“
Sure, I could use a
sandwich.”

We ate lunch together and I decided it was a
good time to discuss our plans for Christmas.

“
Trey, have you given any
thought to what we're doing for Christmas?”

“
You don’t want to go to
Bristol this year?”

“
It’s not that, but my dad
would really like to see us. He hasn’t met his grand-daughter
yet.”

“
He lives clear down in
Baton Rouge. Has he invited us for Christmas?”

“
Well, not yet but I think
he probably will.”

“
Then let’s wait and see
what happens, okay. My God, we’ve got Gina moving in here next
weekend so one way or another we're going
somewhere
for Christmas.”

“
Do you want to drive out to
the house when Preston wakes up?” Trey asked.

“
Sounds good, honey,” I
replied. “I'm going to have to start packing once the holidays are
over. I'm getting so excited.”

Once Preston woke up, I dressed her warmly
and we headed out. The house was nearly finished. All of the light
fixtures had been installed; the upstairs flooring was completed.
The window treatments were due to be installed the second week of
December. The appliances we ordered for the kitchen were due in the
week after Christmas.

We still had to furnish a guest room and then
Jean’s quarters. She'd have a bedroom, her own bathroom and a small
sitting room.

Preston’s room was bigger than the room she
had at the apartment. There was an alcove in her room that had
built-in shelving for her books and toys. We'd done it in yellow,
peach and lavender. There was another smaller bedroom upstairs that
would be Trey’s office. Our master suite was done in neutral tones.
The magnificent bathroom however was done in black marble with gold
threading throughout. One wall was completely mirrored making the
room seem more expansive than it already was.

Preston was jabbering away and pointing at
the mirror when we went into the master bath. The house had a large
staircase so I made a mental note to look into baby gates for the
top and bottom.

Trey and I stopped and picked up Chinese on
the way home. We were turkeyed out for the time being.

Trey joined me in my bubble bath much later.
We relaxed under the covers later after making love. He'd been so
gentle and sweet with me. I looked over at him sleeping with his
hand flung over his brow. He was so beautiful and sexy. I felt
butterflies.

CHAPTER 38

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving. Trey
was back to work. Jean was at the apartment cleaning and keeping an
eye on Preston while I was rearranging my closet. I was going
through my clothing and shoes; separating stuff that I no longer
wore into a pile, so that I could drop it off at Goodwill. I was
going to do the same in Trey’s closet and in Preston’s.

I tossed a load of clothing and shoes out of
the closet onto the bedroom floor deciding I'd fold them out there
where there was more room. As I turned back to grab the second
pile, I accidently knocked the bigger of the two blue velvet
jewelry boxes off of the top of the built-in dresser. It fell to
the floor, spilling the pearl necklace out onto the floor. As I
leaned over to pick up the jewelry box that had landed upside down,
I turned it over and realized that it had a false bottom.