"First of all I was referring to Tristan putting Trey in his place; secondly, why the hell haven't you said anything to me about Trey not speaking to you?"
"Because it's my problem Gina. I need to deal with it."
"Alright, alright. Obviously you didn't feel the need to share this with your best friend. I will keep my nose out of it. Are you okay to go back to the bar?"
"Yeah. I'm good. I'm sure those guys are gone by now."
"Okay. Call if you need me?"
"I will," I smiled as I turned to go back.
The band had started again so the bar filled back up from the patrons that had taken "restroom" leave while it was quiet. Eddie was handling the bar.
"Is everything okay honey?" he asked me when I returned.
"Not really Eddie; where'd Ryan and Andy go?"
"Oh honey they paid their tab and skedaddled. They told me to tell you they were sorry they were disrespectful to you and they left you this."
Eddie handed me a $100 bill. I looked up at him.
"My tip?"
"Yes ma'am. They said you earned it by tolerating their drunken asses. You know I think your husband might have given those two a well-deserved lesson in manners. That was really hot you know?"
I smiled at Eddie.
"I swear Eddie, you and Gina have a weird perception of what is hot and what is not."
I hung around after closing to help Gina empty the registers and put the money in the floor safe. One of the bouncers had stuck around and walked us out to our cars to make sure we got safely to them.
"When do you have to be out of the condo?" I asked Gina on the way out to our cars.
"Ian takes possession of it December 1st."
"Have you been looking around at apartments?"
"I'm not really sure what my budget is going to be just yet. Since you’re drawing a salary instead of Ian it won't be coming into my pocket indirectly any longer," she laughed.
"You can always stay with us until you find something."
"Yeah right, Ty. I think Trey hates me enough already. I can't imagine he would want me under his roof."
"It's my roof too Gina."
"So it is girlfriend. It's nice to have you back."
"Where have I been?" I asked puzzled by her comment.
"Good-night, Ty," she said pushing the remote to unlock her car.
CHAPTER 23
It was nearly 2 a.m. when I let myself in the apartment. The first thing I did was get out of my heels. Being on my feet for so long definitely gave me pause for thought about having to wear three inch heels to work. Perhaps Gina and I needed to re-visit the employee dress code for females.
I crept into Preston's room and peered over the rail of her crib. She was sleeping soundly tucked under her blanket with her hand on the stuffed bear that Trey had bought for her the day she was born. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.
I was exhausted. I had to do this again tonight I realized as I peeled my clothing off and went into the bathroom off of the nursery to brush my teeth. I so wanted a shower but I was simply too tired.
I crawled beneath the sheets of the bed in the nursery and was asleep within minutes. Just as I dozed off I heard Trey out in the hall talking to someone on his cell phone.
"What the hell time did she leave?" he asked not bothering to mask his anger.
He had called Gina looking for me.
(Holy shit!)
I threw the covers off grabbing my white blouse off of the floor to throw on since all I had on were my panties. I went out into the living room where Trey continued to pummel Gina with questions.
"Trey," I interrupted his angry tirade on the phone, "I'm home. I was sleeping in the nursery."
He turned to face me the relief obvious on his face.
"Never mind Gina. She was here the whole time I guess."
Gina's response was apparent when I heard Trey snap, "Yeah well you can bite me too."
He turned to me; his sleep tousled hair gave him a rakish appearance similar to Ryan's. What the hell made me think of Ryan? That's how this latest shit got started.
"So," he said in his smooth and silky yet tired voice, "We aren't sharing a bed any longer?"
"I just didn't want to continue the argument you started at the club tonight Trey. I'm tired. The past few days of your silent treatment have worn me down. So what? You're ready to talk; ready to argue? Well I'm afraid that I am just not up to it at the moment."
He was at my side, pulling me into his strong arms, stroking my hair.
"I'm sorry baby. I've been a controlling ass just like Tristan said. Can you forgive me?"
I looked up into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. It was not like Trey to capitulate this easily. He had been giving this a lot of thought I decided. Perhaps I owed him an apology as well.
"Trey - you were right about one thing. I shouldn't have invested the money without discussing it with you," I conceded.
"No, you shouldn't have," he replied, smiling, "But I understand why you did. I haven't been the most approachable person these days. When I thought back to the conversation we had that night; I was extremely dismissive with you. Actually I was downright rude. I love you so much Tylar. Sometimes you are the kick in the ass I need to remind me just how much."
I smiled up at him lacing my arms around his neck. He lowered his face to mine, our lips finding each other.
"I want to make love to you baby," he whispered against my lips.
"What if I want to fuck?" I teased.
"I'm fairly certain that we can accommodate both Mrs. Sinclair."
Trey carried me to our room and placed me on the bed as he quickly discarded his boxers. He climbed under the covers, pulling my panties and blouse off simultaneously. He pulled me to him and our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss. Trey was hungry for me and I was hungry for him.
He flipped me onto my back and covered me with gentle kisses. He took his time when he reached my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples making them taut and hard.
"This is mine," he whispered as he suckled gently from a breast.
His tongue traced a path to the other one where he brought the rosy peak to attention as well.
"And this one is mine too," he said softly as he continued to suck gently.
He continued his trail of love southward, kissing my stomach and grazing my navel ring with his lips. I was already wet for him. His lips and tongue found my womanhood. He moaned softly as he captured my clitoris with his tongue, gently massaging it in a circular motion.
"And this is mine," he rasped, inserting his finger into me, feeling the wetness and quickening as he probed my sweet spot gently.
I moaned softly then remembered I hadn't put in my diaphragm.
(Shit! That was going to be a mood killer!)
"Trey I am so ready for you baby. We're going to need a condom though."
It was as if he had not heard me or chose not to listen. He continued his expert ministrations with his lips and tongue, bringing me to the brink of orgasm with his mouth. Perhaps he had planned on making me come this way. I had no issue with that at all.
My hips gyrated against his mouth; I could hear my soft moans escaping as my body took control responding to Trey and what he was doing to me; what he always did to me which was bringing pure pleasure to every part of me.
He rose back up suddenly, capturing my lips with his mouth. His hand spread my legs gently apart; I felt him lower himself into me.
"Trey -" I started to tell him to stop that we needed a condom but he was pressing himself into me in his perfect rhythm. I loved the fullness I felt when he was inside of me; rocking back and forth with his thrusts.
"What baby?" he asked softly, kissing my lips over and over again.
He was watching me with his sapphire eyes full of love and passion. His right hand was fisted in my hair. He continued the circular thrusting of himself in and out of me. He was bringing me to frenzy.
"Do you want me to stop, Tylar?"
"No," I breathed softly against his lips. "Don't stop Trey."
"I love you baby," he moaned against me, increasing his tempo as he readied for his orgasm.
"I love you Trey," I said, matching him thrust for thrust as he continued to bury himself deep inside of me. Our orgasms exploded with a fury. Trey moaned loudly, pulling me up to him as he emptied himself inside of me.
I was right there with him, whimpering in pleasure as my orgasm unfolded around him; squeezing and contracting as I was filled with his love.
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Preston was up early the next morning. It seemed as if I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard her from the nursery. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was a few minutes after seven. Damn - I
had
just drifted off to sleep.
Trey and I had made love over and over again last night. I had put my diaphragm in after our first session. That might serve to prove it was too little, too late. Time would tell.
"I've got it baby," he said, getting out of bed and pulling his boxers on.
"You go back to sleep. I'll take care of her this morning."
"Thank you Trey," I said.
I burrowed back down into the soft pillows pulling the duvet up under my chin and fell back to sleep.
When I awoke again it was nearly 11 a.m. I felt rested and energized; glad that my husband and I had re-connected emotionally and physically. I showered and dressed for the day in jeans and a sweater. I pulled on my Ugg boots and headed down the hall to see what my family was doing.
Trey was in the kitchen cooking something. It smelled delicious. Preston was in her high chair with a bib on that was thoroughly splattered with pureed carrots. She was chewing on a graham cracker; the soggy remnants of it were on her cheeks, chin and fingers. She smiled upon seeing me.
Hey baby," Trey greeted me as he came over and kissed me warmly.
"Are you ready to eat?"
"What are you making?"
"Homemade chicken stew," he replied proudly. "Mom gave me the recipe when we talked this morning. I've got biscuits in the oven almost ready. Sit down baby; I'll fix you a plate."
I obliged, relaxing on one of the stools at the breakfast bar watching my husband dish up some of his chicken stew. He pulled a warm biscuit from the oven and put my plate in front of me. He grabbed some silverware and a napkin placing it next to the plate. He waited for me to taste it. I took a spoonful and it was delicious.
"Wow this is great," I said, taking another spoonful.
"Aren't you having some?"
"In a second sweetie," he said, filling up our glasses with ice water.
"Did you know Preston has a tooth coming through?" he asked.
"Really? Which one?"
"One of the bottom middle teeth. I felt it when she bit my finger this morning."
"She bit your finger?"
(How in the hell did that happen?)
He smiled sheepishly.
(Did I even want to know the details?)
"I didn't have my back turned for more than thirty seconds I swear. She crawled over to the coffee table and found a pack of my breath mints. When I picked her up to wipe the drool off of her chin I could see that she had something in her mouth."
(Oh dear Lord.)
"So I tried to get my finger in her mouth but she clamped her little mouth shut tight and twisted her head away from me. She gets that stubbornness from you I think."
"Of course she does Trey. Then what happened?"
"Well I carried her into the kitchen and put her in the high chair and got a graham cracker out for her. You know she loves those things don’t you?"
(Duh….YEAH!)
I nodded and smiled waiting for him to finish the story.
"So I held it out to her just outside of her reach. When she started whining she opened her mouth and I quickly got my fingers in there and snatched the breath mint."
He paused for a moment to fill a bowl with the chicken stew for himself.
"I was nearly free and clear until she clamped down onto my finger and I felt something sharp under her gum. I ran my index finger along her bottom gum line and felt the sharp edge of a tooth coming through."
Trey was beaming with pride that he had discovered this before me or anyone else. It was actually kind of adorable.
"I want to see," I said, jumping up and going to her.
I tried to get her to open her mouth but she was busy sucking on the soggy cracker.