Baby Come Back(13)

My lips traced a path down his muscular chest and flat belly. I loved the feel of him underneath me. I grew wet for him already. He was well-muscled and firm. I noticed his long, thick shaft was hard for me. I had totally freaked when I had first seen him. I had only been with one other man before Ian; that was someone I didn’t want to think about - ever.

I moved down the length of Tristan’s body. I wanted to feel his manhood in my mouth. I loved sucking him dry every chance that I got. I loved that my tongue could drive him to a heated frenzy. His hands would fist in my fair as he moaned and writhed underneath me. Sometimes he would have his way and lift me up, lowering my sex down onto him. Tristan preferred finishing inside of me.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft; my hands were busy flexing and softly jacking him. He moaned with pleasure.

“Come on, sweet baby. I need to be inside of you.” He lifted my hips up off of him and lowered me onto his very erect manhood.

“Mmmm, that’s my sweet Gina,” he whispered watching me. “That’s my sweet lover,” he said. I rode his penis up and down, back and forth; our eyes locked as we watched one another. Tristan and I always kept our eyes opened when we made love. We loved watching each other from the beginning to the climatic end. His eyes got even greener right after he climaxed.

I was moaning now with the pleasure that his manhood was giving me deep, deep inside. He was rolling his hips; his hands were massaging my breasts roughly and his eyes were boring into mine with lust and passion. We were there on the edge. He pinched my nipples bringing me pleasure and pain; my climax exploded and he was right there with me, lifting me up and down on his shaft as I felt his throbbing start. I cried out in ecstasy, as we both shuddered in pure pleasured release.

Tristan was always good for a second round which was one of the things that I loved about him. Ten minutes later he was kneeling behind me, his hands braced on each of my ass cheeks, rocking his manhood in and out of me steadily as I groaned like a cat in heat.

We slept woven around each other afterwards. This type of intimacy was foreign to me. Ian and I weren’t the best sleep companions. Tristan needed to be touching while we slept; it had taken some getting used to for me, but now I found it strangely comforting and secure.





CHAPTER 7




I took Tristan’s advice and drove out to visit Tylar the following afternoon. I had called her earlier to make sure she felt up to having company. She seemed genuinely happy about me coming out. I played with Preston in the downstairs family room while Jean went out to the barn to let Tylar know I had arrived.

“Well look at you, Gina,” she said her cheeks rosy from being outside. “Pregnancy definitely agrees with you.”

“Thanks, Ty. I feel really great.”

“God, I wish I did,” she replied, taking a seat on the couch and stretching out. “I have no energy at all. My doctor is raising the strength of my prenatal vitamins, plus he put me on two additional supplements. I have really put a lot of responsibility on Marcus as far as the horses go. Of course, Trey has been no help with all the hours he has been working with the new junior partner. I’ve told you about Amber, right?”

(Like a million f*cking times, girlfriend!)

“Yes, I believe you’ve mentioned her to me.”

“Well get ready to meet her today. Trey called a little while ago and he is having her come out here since they have to work late. She is going to be staying for dinner. They should be here anytime. I want your opinion, Gina.”

“Sure, Ty. So what else has been going on? I suppose you heard the news about Nigel and Tess’s surrogate?”

“Yeah, isn’t that great? Susan called last evening. She is so excited about all of these babies coming.”

“Yes, it’s lovely,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Okay Gina. What’s up with that?”

“Nothing. I don’t know. I guess it’s just me feeling insecure, that’s all.”

“Hey - did I tell you that I am pretty sure my baby is going to be a boy, too?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I figure with this pregnancy being so damned different than when I was pregnant with Preston, it must be a boy that I’m carrying. You know like how I was horny all of the time with Preston, and now the thought of sex is kind of repulsive to me. It’s really strange.”

“I’ll bet,” I said, “How does the Hot Nazi feel about that?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“About like you would expect. You know Trey. So, how are things with you and Tristan?”

“We’re doing great. I agreed to cut back to two shifts a week; Tristan agreed to cut his hours by hiring a night manager. We’re enjoying some good sex; I’ve got no complaints.”

“Have you and Tristan thought about any names for the baby yet? I mean we need to make sure that we don’t have the same names lined up for our baby.”

(Okay - where in the hell is she coming off with this? My baby is freaking due first.)

“Well Ty, suppose we did have the same names selected for a boy? What then?”

Tylar looked at me quizzically. She got that I was getting a little bit irritated with her.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess I haven’t thought it through. I figured you would probably be naming your baby after Tristan.”