Baby Love (Baby #2)(50)

"So," I said, "What do you think of Libby?"

Trey shrugged.

"I can tell Mom doesn’t like her," he replied.

"Really? I didn't get that impression." I lied.

He gave me his sidelong glance that said 'You're full of shit.'

I laughed.

"Okay - yes your mom does not care for her but I can't believe that it is totally because of the products she markets at Sexabella or whatever it's called."

"She probably doesn't like the fact that Libby came here for the sole purpose of having a f*ckfest with Tristan under their roof."

"What?" I asked, startling Preston.

"How do you know that they're having a f*ckfest?"

Trey threw me one of his 'oh please!' looks.

"Brothers talk," he replied.

"Yes - apparently like school girls," I chided.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just better never find out that you shared details of our sex life with anyone - brother or not."

"Come on baby. You know me better than that," he replied in his smooth and silky voice.

He scooted closer giving me a kiss.

When Preston finished nursing I changed her diaper and then laid her down for a nap in the crib that had been put in our suite. I had packed some of her stuffed toys and put her ghost in the crib with her as I pulled her blanket up. She found her thumb and drifted off to sleep.

"Wanna take a nap baby?" Trey asked slyly.

"I didn't bring my diaphragm."

"No worries. I brought condoms," he smiled.

We nestled down under the bedcovers and enjoyed some play before we both drifted off into a nap of our own.

We came awake hearing some loud banging against the wall of our room. It was coming from the room next to us. The one that Nigel and Caroline had been in last Christmas. There was some sort of commotion going on in there.

It was the headboard hitting the wall. I looked over at Trey and saw the slow smile spread across his face. I knew that we had never been that loud.

Soon I could hear a woman's voice. It was Libby's

"Harder Tristan," she yelled, "I want that crop flailed across my ass harder!"

What the? My eyes widened as I looked up at Trey with a puzzled expression.

We heard the sound of leather hitting skin and then Libby moaned loudly.

"That's it baby; that's how I like it! Again!"

This continued for awhile and then we heard her voice loudly again, commanding Tristan to f*ck her from behind. He evidently obliged as the rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall resumed.

We finally heard them both cry out as they reached their individual climaxes.

"Damn," Trey said, "That sounded…. different."

"Don't get any ideas Trey."

I was perturbed by the activities that had occurred in the next room; I wasn't sure why. I hadn't pictured Tristan as being into any of that S & M shit. It was obvious that Libby was very much into it.

"Oh come on Tylar," he admonished. "Since when have you turned all provincial? I seem to recall you enjoying a spanking or two in the past."

"That's an entirely different thing and you know it Trey. Are you saying that we need to spice up our play in the bedroom?"

"I'm saying no such thing. You always read way more into the things I say."

He pulled me against him, brushing my hair back from my face gently. He tilted my chin upward and kissed my lips softly several times.

"I have no complaints at all Mrs. Sinclair, but if you ever find it boring, you will speak up won't you?"

"Assuredly, counselor," I replied, kissing him back.

Just then the sound of Preston's ghost booing came from the crib. Trey and I looked over. She was sitting up in her crib, her chubby arms hugging her ghost to her. She smiled at us. Trey slipped his sweats on and went over to take care of her. She needed another diaper change which he handled.

We ate at Morelli's that night. Carmelita was thrilled to see us again and she was captivated by Preston.

Tristan and Libby had joined us and try as I might, I was just not clicking with that chick. I thought Susan's instincts were on target. I would never let on to Tristan that I didn't care for her. He seemed to be totally mesmerized by her in every way. I was a bit uncomfortable being around them after what we had heard that afternoon but neither one of them seemed fazed by it.

When we got back to the manor Susan insisted on bathing Preston and getting her ready to go down for the night. Susan had moved Preston's crib to her and Clive's suite and I suspected it was because she had overheard Tristan and Libby at some point over the past several days and didn't want it to keep the baby up. I hoped like hell it didn't keep Trey and I up.

Trey and I showered in our suite together and got dressed for bed. He put on a pair of pj pants that hung low on his hips and a white tee shirt. I admired his flat taught belly and his muscular arms and shoulders that were evident under his tee shirt.

I climbed under the sheets and settled down waiting for Trey to join me. He had gone back downstairs to grab his Blackberry.

When he got back to the room and into bed he seemed a bit distracted.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"