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Trey stood up and paced nervously in front of me. I could tell that whatever he was about to share with me was distasteful to him. He crouched on his haunches so that we were face to face. He once again took both my hands into his, massaging my fingers. This has to be bad, I thought. His dark blue eyes were stormy as they locked with mine.
“That early morning, Tylar, when I was in the stable and the horses were making a ruckus, Charlie heard it too. He saw you leave your cottage and go down to the stable. He followed you down there. I’m not sure of his initial intention but I can surmise that he was going to try to seriously hurt you.” Trey was looking down at my hands now, struggling to tell me the rest. Finally, he raised his eyes to mine. He charged ahead.
“When he realized that I was in the stables, he stuck around. He went around to the other side of the building and entered quietly through that door. Unfortunately, it offered him an un-obscured view of us. He observed you trying to get me out of Derringer’s stall, my getting angry, and ultimately, our lovemaking. He used his smart phone to video record everything.”
I gasped, jerking my hand from his and covering my mouth to stifle my scream of horror. “No! Oh my God!”
“Relax, Tylar,” Trey soothed, “He hasn’t done anything with it; I now have it in my possession. It appears he planned to use it as blackmail. Your mother was to handle the blackmail in order to keep the suspicion off of him. He apparently had more to carry out in his mission.”
I buried my face in my hands, shaking my head in shame.
“By the way, she's living in Indiana now. The plan was to download the video and send it to me with a warning that it'd go viral if I didn’t pay the demand. They planned to send copies to your school and my firm. Charlie and your mom hadn’t decided how the payment was to be handled, which is why it hadn’t gone any further. Then Charlie was caught.”
Trey shifted again, clearly uncomfortable. Was there more? “Tylar, this is still an on-going investigation and it involves not only Charlie, but your mother, too. There could be others. For now, that's all you need to know. Statements that Charlie provided need to be verified before any more action is taken. Do you understand?”
I nodded numbly. I couldn’t think about possibilities at the moment, I had to focus on the facts as I knew them. I felt nauseated just knowing that Charlie had stood there watching us, probably videoing with one hand, and jerking himself off with the other. I needed to ask Trey something but felt embarrassed.
“Trey,” my voice faltered as I searched for the right words. I had his full attention, blue eyes probing mine for some sign of forgiveness.
“Did you watch it all?”
“Yes,” he said gently.
“How much did he record, I mean, where does it stop?”
Trey looked extremely distressed, almost pained as he struggled to answer my question. “It ended right after I said, ‘What a fuck’ and then rolled over and passed out.” He was ashamed; I read that loud and clear. He took my hands once again into his own, raising them up, one at a time, to his mouth, softly brushing his lips against my knuckles.
Though I hated to admit it, I was relieved that this scheme had been thwarted; I was glad that Trey knew the truth about the baby; I was thankful that he seemed to care about it. I looked at Trey, misery apparent on his face. His sapphire eyes were full of remorse and shame and it didn’t please me to see him distressed about the situation. Clearly, he'd not known, just like I'd not known certain things that had occurred with me. I needed to lighten the mood.
“Trey,” I said, smiling, “how hot is the video?”
His head snapped up immediately, searching my face to clearly understand whether or not he'd heard me correctly. A slow smile spread across his beautiful face, his dimple apparent. I hadn’t seen that for a long time. I smiled back, shyly, waiting for his response.
“Oh yeah, baby, it's hot.”
“Let’s watch it together some time.”
He sat down beside me again on the loveseat, pulling me into his lap, nuzzling his face into my neck. I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me softly, his hand reaching up gently, pulling my face toward his. His lips found mine instantly, drawing me to him in a kiss so passionate it left me breathless. I wrapped my arms around him, desperately wanting to feel him close. His lips moved down my cheeks, brushed across my throat, lowering further to my breasts. His hand unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse, sliding his hand inside, freeing one of my breasts from my bra. He lightly massaged my nipple, capturing it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
I moaned softly, wanting more from him, “I need you, Trey,” I said.
He needed no further encouragement. He lifted me from the love seat, carrying me in his strong arms as he climbed the staircase. He located my sparsely furnished bedroom with no problem, carefully laying me on top of my bed. He gently slipped my clothes off my body, noticing that body had changed subtly and drinking in the full ripeness of my breasts after removing my bra. My stomach was showing just a hint of a baby bump. I lay fully naked on the bed, hungrily watching as he removed his shirt, belt, shoes, and trousers. His erection sprang forth and I held my arms out to him as he stretched out beside me on my bed.
He was lying on his side, his elbow bent so his head could rest in his hand. He was gazing at me, from top to bottom, slowly and leisurely as if he'd never seen me naked before. I felt shy under his burning perusal. He took his free hand and lightly traced my nipples. They sprang erect to his touch. He leaned forward, and traced the same path with his tongue, gently, softly. He covered the nipple on my right breast with his mouth now, sucking and licking, gently massaging it with his fingers. My breasts felt full with anticipation. I arched my back as to fully engorge my breast into his mouth. His warm mouth on my body was making me so wet and I moaned into his ear, encircling my arms around his neck, and fisting his gorgeous, tousled hair. His mouth soon started its southward travel, slow and meticulous. My skin pricked goose bumps and searing heat alternately; I felt like fire and ice. His tongue and lips traced my baby bump, his hand gently touching me there, kissing it softly, his fingers tracing the outline.
Trey changed his position, now hovering over me as he spread my legs, taking his place between them. He placed his forearms under each of my legs, raising them up so they were bent at the knees. He placed my feet over each of his shoulders, and settled down, nuzzling his face fully into my sex. He worked his magic with his mouth and his tongue, thoroughly covering every bit of me inside and out. His thumb was inserted inside of me; the palm of his other hand gently pressing the outside wall of my pussy to meet the area his thumb was thrumming inside.
A wave of pleasure washed over me. I felt the familiar swelling of my sweet spot. My thoughts became skewed and my head rolled from side to side, enjoying the incredible build up. I moaned as the intensity built, bringing me to a point I felt tears might spill. Trey’s voice was soft and soothing, talking to me as he had in the past when he sensed my quickening.
“That’s my baby,” he cooed, beginning his slight tapping of my raised spot, followed by circular massages, then tapping the center gently in distinct rhythm. I moaned again, my hips swiveling to ensure his fingers reached their ultimate destination.
“Tylar, tell me what you need?” he asked softly.
“I need you to fuck me Trey,” I gasped, breathlessly.
“You need to be more specific,” he teased.
“I want your cock inside of me Trey; I want it now."
