Maybe Baby Lite (41 page)

“
Trey,” I said, loudly,
“you need to get out from under Derringer, damn it!” He started to
move, scooting back toward the side of the stall. “Trey, I’m going
to call Mark to come down to help me get you up, okay? I’ll use the
phone right over there on the wall. Do not move please.”

In an instant he'd whipped
his arm around, grabbing my booted ankle. “No,” he snapped, “I
don’t need that son-of-a-bitch to help me up, do you understand?”
He was furious. He reached up, grabbing the side of the stall and
hoisted himself up, holding on to my leg with his other hand to
steady himself. He stood in front of me, staring with an intensity
that I'd never seen before. He flung the Jack Daniel’s bottle into
the aisle where it hit a post and shattered. He staggered past me
and out of the stall. I hurried behind him, latching the gate on
Derringer’s stall.
Now it was my turn to be pissed. I followed him down the aisle and
into the tack room. “What'd you think you were doing out there?” I
demanded.

He raked both of his hands
through his unruly hair and went to the small refrigerator in the
tack room. He retrieved a bottle of water, twisting the top off and
taking a long drink. He poured some of the water into his hands,
cupping it and then splashing it onto his face. He was trying to
clear his head, I could tell. Trey didn't like being vulnerable,
and the fact that I'd witnessed it would never sit well with him.
He shook the droplets of water out of his hair and turned to me,
giving me a look that made me feel like my heart was being ripped
out.

“
What the fuck do you care
what
I'm
doing
in
my
barn
with
my
fucking
horse
!” he yelled. “I don’t have to
explain anything to you, Tylar! Sorry if I disturbed your rest.
Apologize to
Mark
for me when you get back to your bed!”

Oh. Hell. No.

He did
not
just say that to me. I glared at
him. He stood there looking at me all cocky, his hands on his
slender hips, his five o’clock shadow looking gorgeous, with his
now unruly hair. He knew he’d insulted me.

In that instant, all I
wanted to do was to wipe that smug look off of his face. How dare
he regard me as if I were nothing to him but a piece of
ass!

Before I had time to
think, I raised my hand back and slapped him hard across his cheek
with enough force that his head turned with the contact of my hand.
I was surprised at my own strength. What was more surprising,
though, was that it didn’t faze Trey a bit. He smirked and went
right on giving me that same look. In that moment, I felt like a
cheap whore. I felt like my mother’s daughter. No one had ever made
me feel that way. No one ever could have except for Trey, and he
knew that.

I raised my hand back
again, with all my strength, bringing it back around to slap his
cheek, harder this time. Trey didn’t take his eyes off of mine as
he caught my wrist in a vice-like grip inches from his cheek and
held it.

“
Let me go, you drunken
bastard!” I screamed, struggling to free my wrist from his strong
grip.

“
Bitch!” he spat, still
not releasing me.

I continued to struggle
against him but he was stronger. He yanked my wrist forward, so I
was pressed up against him, taking my arm and wrapping it around
his neck. His put his other arm on my hip, pressing me to him. His
mouth found mine, devouring me with his ardent kiss, his tongue
plunging into mine with a vengeance. He had bent my head so far
back I thought I'd snap. I finally pulled my arms back from around
his neck and fisted his chest, trying to push him away from me. His
kisses turned softer, gentler. He released his firm hold on me,
burying his face into my hair, nuzzling my neck, murmuring softly
into my ear.

“
I want you so bad, Tylar.
I’ve missed you so much.”

I didn’t want to give in.
It would serve no purpose. Yet, my body ached for his fulfillment,
for our perfect fit and exquisite rhythm. I wanted him to find the
sweet spot that we’d discovered together, and to make the magic
thing happen that always did when he found it. I returned his
kisses passionately. I hated myself in that moment. I wanted him,
right or wrong, one last time. I wanted him to fill me again. I
needed him inside of me.

He pulled me out into the
stable area, grabbing a horse blanket from the rail, throwing it
down over the pile of clean straw. In seconds, he was pulling me to
him, raising my tee shirt up over my head and tossing it aside, His
hands were all over my breasts, massaging them and kissing me
passionately. He dropped to his knees, pulling my shorts and
panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, now dressed only
in my boots. He put one of my arms on his shoulder so that I could
keep my balance while he removed one of my boots, tossing them
behind him.

Now, fully naked, I stood
before him, I started to relax back into the makeshift straw bed,
but his strong arm kept me upright. In moments his mouth was on my
sex, kissing, licking, and using his fingers to explore its depth.
I was immediately wet; my body betrayed me with him. He pushed his
fingers in and out, while pressing his other hand down just above
my pubic bone. I could feel my sweet spot swell just like it always
did with him. I could feel the release ready to burst, but I needed
him inside of me this time when it happened. He knew what I wanted.
He wasn't going to give it to me until I asked for it. I was
moaning softly, my hips gyrating around his magic
fingers.

“
Tell me, Tylar. Tell me
what you want,” he coaxed.

“
I want you,
Trey.”

He laid me gently onto the
makeshift bed of straw, kissing my face and neck while he knelt in
front of me and lowered the zipper on his jeans, pulling his
erection free.

Oh my!

He positioned himself
above me, grabbing both of my legs and placing them on his
shoulders. He hadn’t taken a stitch of his clothing off.

“
Trey, wait,” I gasped, “a
condom?”

“
Fuck that,” he rasped,
guiding his erection into me.

“
No—stop,” I insisted, my
hands were now pressed against his strong chest, pushing him back.
He lowered his lips to my mouth, silencing any further protests.
His tongue was ravaging my lips and mouth. I felt his passion and
mine mingle in our kiss. With one quick thrust he buried his
unsheathed cock into me, filling the void perfectly. He pulled back
and slammed himself into me again, roughly. I cried out.

I didn’t care if he was
rough. I needed rough right now. I needed to feel every inch of him
inside of me. My hands no longer pushed against his chest. They
found their way to his ass, gripping each side as he continued to
rock in and out of me. It felt so good, so full, and so right. This
was my Trey; I loved him no matter what.

He slowed his rhythm; his
thrusting grew gentler, going into the familiar circular motion.
Trey’s cock was curved perfectly to hit my sweet spot and he knew
exactly how to hit it, with the perfect rhythm and timing. I moaned
with pleasure each time he thrust himself in and out of me. My body
was building to its climatic explosion; Trey was timing it
perfectly. We were going to come together and the build-up was
almost painful. As he continued the steady rhythm of thrusting,
each time making contact with my G-spot, I felt my breathing
getting shallower and shallower. My body ached to consume him; I
could feel my muscle contracting, squeezing him in timed spasms. As
our momentum increased, I heard myself moaning and groaning with
pure, unadulterated pleasure. This was a seamless coupling of two
people that truly loved one another, I was convinced of
it.

I felt the heat at my
core, spreading slowly throughout my body, building to a crescendo
of peak pleasure with my love. His thrusting increased steadily. I
felt tears spring to my eyes at the pure pleasure. This was a first
for me, the emotional part of it. I felt that Trey was right there
with me, kissing me and holding me. He usually talked to me during
this part but perhaps the intensity of this coupling was as new to
him as it was to me.

I heard him moan as he
continued his exquisite thrusting. I could tell he was ready. He
should pull out now I thought to myself. We were not protected. In
the next moment I knew I didn’t want him to stop. I'd gone beyond
reasonable thinking as my release was ready to explode. I grasped
his firm ass, still inside his jeans, pulling him closer to me as
if I wanted to devour him there as well. We both climaxed at the
same time, crying out so strongly I was sure we woke the horses. I
felt Trey stiffen as he came, followed by the rhythmic pumping as
he emptied himself inside of me. I was right there with him,
pulling every last drop from him.

“
That’s it Tylar, take it
all,” he said, thrusting the last of his climax into me. When he’d
finished, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back, finally
catching his breath. I was doing the same. Our breathing steadied;
Trey didn’t move to pull me close or kiss me, which is what he
usually did after we'd made love. I was covered with sweat and
straw, but fulfilled in every way.

“
What a fuck!” Trey said,
tucking his glistening cock back inside his jeans and zipping up
his fly. He lay back, raking a hand through his damp hair and
promptly passed out in the straw.

My heart tore into a
million pieces. I stood up in the straw and searched for my
clothes. My vision blurred with flowing tears. I found my panties
and shorts in one heap, my tee shirt a few feet away. I hurriedly
dressed and ran from the stables. I stumbled back up the short path
to my cottage. Slamming the cottage door, I let loose with sobs.
His words came back to haunt me.

What a fuck.

That was the same thing
that Daniel had said to my mom on prom night. My mom, the whore,
deserved to be talked to that way. I'd done nothing to deserve
that, or the nasty comment about having Mark in my bed. Where'd
that come from? There was nothing between Mark and me except
friendship. I had told Trey this. Our problems had nothing to do
with Mark.

Why could Trey express his
feelings about me to Carmelita, or to his horse, but not to me?
When I'd heard him talking to Derringer in the stables, I felt my
heart would burst with happiness. It was spoiled by Trey’s behavior
after that; his anger with Mark; his disrespect toward me. There
was nothing healthy about the situation that occurred tonight in
the stables.

As my tears subsided, I
knew that I must avoid Trey. I didn’t understand his behavior, and
I'd never let it happen again. How pathetic I was to think that we
were making sweet love? To Trey it was simply a
great fuck.

Two weeks had passed since
that unfortunate encounter with Trey and I was successful in
avoiding him. He'd left to go back to Atlanta two days later and
Mark and I tirelessly practiced for the dressage competition
scheduled for the following weekend. Everything had gone
exceptionally well with the competition. Derringer and I took
second place, capturing a $30,000 purse. I felt like I was earning
my pay with Sinclair Stables and that was important to
me.

I'd received a letter from
the law offices of Pierce, Harmon, Richardson & Sinclair the
second week after Trey departed. There was a cover letter signed by
Trey, with a copy attached of a letter that had been sent to Trey
by Andrew Sneed of the law firm of Findley, Morris & Sneed,
L.L.P. in Louisville. Mr. Sneed wanted to avoid a protracted civil
case and was making an offer of a settlement to avoid a civil suit
for $10,000. Trey’s cover letter requested that I call his office
to discuss the matter.

I called Trey’s office and
the switchboard put me through.

“
Mr. Sinclair’s office,
Tonya speaking,” his assistant said.

“
Yes Tonya, this is Tylar
Preston. I received a letter from Mr. Sinclair requesting that I
call his office to discuss a settlement offer received from the
firm of Findley, Morris & Sneed?”

“
One moment please, Ms.
Preston, let me see if Mr. Sinclair is available.”

A few moments later Trey
came on the line, his smooth and silky voice still had the power to
give me goose bumps.

“
Tylar, how are
you?”

“
I’m fine, thank
you.”

“
I understand that you’ve
received the copy of the letter from Mr. Sneed relative to the
firm’s liability on the matter of the theft of your
trust?”

“
Yes,” I replied. “I’m
confused though, why are they offering a settlement before you
filed the civil charges?”

“
It’s an attempt to avoid
litigation. They want to present the position that we have a flimsy
case based on their L.L.P. status, so they are making a token offer
to avoid having to go to court and sort it all out.”

“
Okay, I get it. Well, I’m
fine with it, Trey.”

“
Tylar, are you sure? It's
just a token of the trust’s value.”

“
I know, but when it comes
to paying the attorney fees and all of that...”