Love & Happiness (Sexy Secrets Book 3)

by Nycole S. Bailey

  “Is that so?”

  He holds up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Hey, I was just making an observation. I don’t mean anything by it.”

  Sure you didn’t.

  “Well,” I finally say, “how about you keep your observations to yourself.”

  He just gives me a smug smile that makes me want to pop him one in the mouth.

  I make a mental note to ask Zoe how she likes working with James and if she thinks he is an asshole too.

  Thankfully, Pop comes back to the table and the conversation turns to college football.

  When we are about done with our meal, I get the attention of our waitress and order the Buffalo chicken salad for Zoe, knowing that she probably skipped lunch. Pop doesn’t say anything; he just gives me an approving smile and a nod. However, James pipes up.

  “Well, aren’t you the ever thoughtful husband,” he says mockingly.

  Once again, the urge to pop him one in the mouth rises, but before I can respond, Pop does.

  “James, stop acting cunty - it’s not becoming,” he says dryly.

  I damn near bite my tongue in two from trying not to laugh.

  ********

  Once we are back in the office, I lightly knock on Zoe’s semi-closed office door. She is on the phone, but she ushers me in. Her eyes light up when she sees the food bag and she quickly puts the phone on mute.

  “Oh my God! Thank you so much Charlie! I have been munching on stale crackers for the past half hour,” she exclaims.

  I set the food bag down on her desk and she doesn’t waste time pulling out the container. She lets out a little moan when she sees the extra container of the spicy buffalo dressing that she loves.

  “You’re welcome Zoe Baby,” I say softly, kissing her forehead. “And have fun with the girls tonight and be safe.”

  ********

  Later That Night

  “Okay Zoe baby, I will be there in about twenty minutes. And you guys stay inside, I will come in and find you.” I hang up and and chuckle to myself.

  I am currently on my way to pick up my wife and her friends from their girls’ night out. Apparently, one of them was supposed to be the designated driver and decided to drink anyway. Now all four – Zoe, Ivy, Maddie and Liv are all three sheets to the wind. They could have taken a cab, but they all had the forethought not to subject the cab driver to their antics – and trust me when I say that there would have been antics. Antics that would have no doubt involved one of them getting naked.

  Typically, my wife and Ivy are the ring leaders, with Maddie being the voice of reason. Liv - who is the new addition to our group and Isaac’s wife - is the quiet one. However, when they all have been drinking, they all become ringleaders, egging each other on.

  I pull up across the street from the restaurant and see the four of them flirting with the valet guy. All of them are dressed in sexy as hell form fitting dresses. I laugh lightly to myself because the valet guy looks like he is in heaven and hell at the same. I climb out of the truck and make my way across the street.

  Ivy is the first one to see me and yells out ‘Charlie’ as if I am down the block and not less than two feet in front of her. When Maddie, Liv and my wife see me, they yell out ‘Charlie’ as well.

  Zoe rushes up to me and hugs the shit out of me before kissing me. Her kiss tastes like hard liquor and not the usual wine. I wrap my arm around her waist as I bring her to my side so I can address the other ladies.

  “Are you ladies ready?”

  They all nod at me with happy drunk smiles.

  It takes a little longer than expected to get them settled in the truck, due to an outbreak of giggles that overtake Maddie and Liv at some point. Once we are on our way, Zoe adjusts her seatbelt and shifts in her seat so she can talk to the the girls in the back seat.

  “Livy,” my wife says. “Don’t forget about the sex toys.”

  “I won’t,” Liv says. “You can get them when Charlie drops me off.”

  I jerk my head in Zoe’s direction.

  “What?” I ask, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, but failing. “What is this about sex toys?”

  My wife’s eye smolder with mischief and lust. She winks at me before speaking.

  “Livy here is a bonafide sex toy tester. In addition to her regular job, she also has a side gig of testing sex toys and then writing up reviews about them. She has some un-used samples that she is going to give me.”

  Well fuck! It is always the quiet ones.

  Liv is the quintessential good girl. She oozes the girl next door vibe and sometimes she is so sweet that she gives me a tooth ache. But learning that she is a sex toy tester, lets me know that Isaac’s wife might be a freak.

  I look in the rearview mirror and capture Liv’s eyes.

  “Is that right?”

  Instead of verbally answering she nods her head shyly and I can see her cheeks blush in the dim lighting.

  I turn my attention back to my wife and lower my voice.

  “So what kind of toys are you getting?”

  “A few dildos and some anal toys.”

  I can feel my smile getting wider. I love that my wife is into anal and I also make note to ask Isaac about his wife’s side job.

  ********

  Since Liv lives the farthest out, she is the one that I drop off first. As I pull into the driveway of the home she shares with one of my best friends, all the girls try to get out of the truck before I am fully stopped.

  “Hey!” I yell out, wanting to laugh at their drunken antics. “Let me at least stop first before you get out.”

  Drunken giggles fill the air as they wait patiently for me to fully stop before they exit my truck. They all tumble out and follow Liv to the front door. I watch in amusement as she tries to open the door using her key code. And just as I am about to step in to enter the code for her (we all have keys or codes to each other’s homes in case of emergencies), she gets it right and the door opens. She quickly (or as quickly as she can in her drunken state) disengages the alarm before it goes off.

  Her two dogs, Chewy and Loki greet the girls enthusiastically as they enter the house. I hang back some, but follow as Liv takes them to her jewelry workshop - which is down the hall from the kitchen - so they can pick out their sex toys.

  I lean against the door jam as I watch Liv drag a huge, plastic storage bin from the closet. I watch in fascination as she pulls out sex toy after sex toy and explains to the girls what they are used for.

  After the girls get their goodies, I make sure that she is okay on her own and as we leave, I can hear her on the phone talking to Isaac, letting him know that she is home safe.

  Dropping Maddie off is a quick and easy task. I walk her into the house to make sure she is okay. The second she enters her home; she pushes me out the door saying that she needs to test out her new toys.

  Ivy is the last one that we drop off or she would have been, but she is passed out in the backseat and I don’t feel right leaving her at home alone in this state when Wood is out of town. We end up taking her home with us. I carry her into our house and deposit her onto the bed in the guest bedroom across from our master suite.

  I go about getting ready for bed as I watch my wife strip before getting into the shower. When my wife gets drunk, she lets her freak flag fly; and I am all ready for it. When she is in this state, she can be kinky as fuck.

  When she comes out of the shower, she doesn’t even bother with a towel, she walks into our bedroom, her cinnamon-brown skin glistening with water. Without even saying a word, she climbs onto the bed and looks back at me over her shoulder. I waste no time in shoving down my sweat pants and pushing my hard cock into her.

  I go for broke as she lowers her torso to the bed and I fuck her as hard as I can.

  ********

  “How many times did you cum Baby?” I ask her. “My dick is drenched with you.”

  She looks at me, her eyes still wild with lust as she turns on the bed approaching me o
n all fours.

  “A lot,” she says smiling up at me. “You want me to lick it off?”

  This is like the number thirty-three on the list of things that I love about this woman. She has no problem being freaky.

  Instead of answering, I place my hand on top of head, burying it in her curly mane and guide her head to my cock.

  ********

  I wake the next morning to the sounds of retching. I climb out of bed and approach the bathroom door. I see my wife praying to the porcelain god. I go over and kneel next to her. I try to keep myself from dry heaving as I gently rub up and down her back. Once she finishes emptying the contents of her stomach, I help her up and watch as she brushes her teeth. She climbs back into bed and promptly pulls the covers over her head. I try not to laugh as I head downstairs to get her some water and Advil. I get two bottles of water and the bottle of Advil, just in case Ivy is in the same shape as my wife.

  As I pass the guest room that Ivy is staying in, I quietly push the door open and see that the bed is empty, but I hear the familiar retching coming from the bathroom. I leave a bottle of water on the nightstand along with two Advil tablets before exiting the room. When I enter the master suite, I can hear my wife’s faint whimpering moans coming from under the covers. I set down the water and Advil bottles on the nightstand before I climb into bed behind her, slowly pulling the covers back. She is curled into the fetal position.

  “Charlie,” she says softly as I notice that her normally radiant skin is looking a little bit ashen. “I am never drinking again.”

  “Oh yeah?” I respond, trying not to laugh. “Come on and sit up for me. I have water and headache relief.”

  She gingerly uncurls herself and sits up enough so she can take the Advil and drink some water. I urge her to drink the entire bottle. She does before she lies back down and curls back up.

  I plant my hand at the base of her neck and move it up through her thick hair, lightly massaging her head. She emits a low and soft moan - this moan is one of relief. I massage the back of her head until she gradually unfurls and her body starts to relax.

  “What all did you drink last night?” I ask her finally.

  “We started off with wine,” she mumbles. “But then me and Ivy starting doing shots of Jack - I can’t remember how many though.”

  That would explain the whole upchuck routine both of them were doing earlier.

  I don’t say anything else as I continue to massage the back of her head and I watch her as she drifts off to sleep.

  I pull the covers up to her shoulders and leave our bedroom to check on Ivy.

  I peek into the room and I see a lump buried under the covers and I also see that she took the Advil and drank the entire bottle of water.

  Instead of going back to the bedroom, I head back downstairs. After I feed Blu, I call Maddie to check on her. When she answers the phone, she is grumpy. Promptly letting me know that she is asleep and my call better be important. She lets me know that she is not really hung over and just really needs to sleep. Before she hangs up, she promises to call if she needs anything.

  My next call is to Liv. I am surprised when a deep voice answers her phone. I look down at my phone to make sure that I have dialed the correct number - I have.

  “Isaac?” I ask - wondering what he is doing back. He and Judah are not due back until Sunday evening.

  “Yeah - what’s up Charlie?” he responds.

  “I was just calling to see how Liv was doing. She and the girls got pretty drunk last night and I just want to make sure she is okay this morning.”

  I hear some shuffling noise on his end and a door closing before he answers.

  “Yeah, she’s good. She’s still sleep. She woke up earlier wanting water, but that was about it. She said she wasn’t hung over and just wanted some water.”

  “That’s good to hear. I just spoke with Maddie and she is more or less the same. Now Zoe and Ivy are a different story.”

  “Oh yeah?” he says with a light chuckle.

  “Yeah. My wife - aka your baby sister - and Ivy decided to do shots of Jack after they had wine. Which is why both were throwing up earlier this morning. After water and Advil, they both went back to sleep,” I relay to him.

  “Ivy’s at your place?” he asks.

  “Yeah. We were going to take her home, but she either fell asleep or passed out in the backseat and I didn’t want to leave her alone in that state.”

  He makes an understanding sound.

  “What are you doing back so early? I thought you and Judah weren’t due back until Sunday evening?” I ask him.

  “We finished up early and I took the red-eye back. Judah is still out there. He’ll be back on Sunday.”

  “You missed your girl, huh?” I say, knowing that since he and Liv are still newlyweds, they rarely spend their nights apart unless it is absolutely necessary.

  “Yeah - something like that,” he replies and I can hear the smile in his voice.

  ********

  A Couple of Days Later

  I grunt in pain as I sit up on the weight bench. My lower back is killing me. After Zoe recovered from her hang over, she wore me out the rest of the weekend.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Judah ask as he extends his hand. I clasp it as he helps me up.

  Today is my first day back in the gym since the guys are all back.

  “My back is a bit sore,” I finally say. “Your sister wore me out yesterday and last night.”

  I am met with the voices of Judah and Isaac protesting hearing anymore. Isaac actually has his hands over his ears, slightly shaking his head. When I start to speak again, Judah clamps his hand over my mouth.

  “I know that you are married to my sister, but I do not want to hear about y’alls sex life - damn!” he exclaims before moving his hand.

  I smirk at him before I say, “Well you did ask what was wrong. I can’t help it if your sister is a freak.”

  I laugh as I dodge his punch to my arm. As we finish up our workout and make our way to the locker room, I remember to ask Isaac about his wife’s side job.

  “So Isaac…speaking of freaks. Liv mentioned that she is a sex toy tester. Care to share with the class?” I ask as we come to stand in front of our lockers.

  He looks at me - his eyes wide with shock before they narrow with suspicion.

  “Who told you that?” he asks - his voice calm with an underlying hint of tension.

  “Liv did.”

  Instead of responding, he just gives me a sly smile that translates into ‘I ain’t telling you shit’ and goes about opening up his locker, basically ending the conversation.

  “Wait? Liv is a sex toy tester?” Judah asks in a not-so-hushed-whisper to his twin.

  Isaac doesn’t reply as he takes his shower kit and heads towards the showers.

  “It’s always the quiet ones,” Wood says.

  ********

  By the end of the work week, I am ready to relax and chill with my wife. I have been out of the office most of the day - checking on various construction sites. On my way home, I pick up take-out from Zoe’s favorite Greek restaurant. When I pull into the garage, Zoe is just getting out of her car. We end up taking a shower together, which leads to some crazy shower sex where we almost fall and bust our asses.

  We end up putting all of the food on the coffee table in front of the sofa. We eat and reconnect as a re-run of Criminal Minds plays in the background.

  When she mentions the project she is working on with James Harlan, I remember to ask what she thinks about him.

  “Tell me - how is it working with James. Any issues?” I ask her as I take a bite of a Greek butter cookie before offering her the rest of it.

  “It’s fine, but he’s a colossal asshole,” she says before she takes the cookie and eats it.

  “Funny,” I pull her into my arms so her back is to my chest as I offer her another cookie. “I think the same thing.”

  We sit in silence for a while, munching on th
e cookies.

  “So there is something that I think I need to tell you,” she starts off as she moves away from me and settles into the corner of the sofa.

  “Is there a reason why you feel the need to move away from me to say it?” I ask.

  She just shrugs.

  I look at her closely and she looks worried if not a bit fearful. I think back to her mood over the past few weeks. At least twice a week, she would come home in a bad mood and the only way I could help was to fuck that bad mood out of her.

  “Does this have something to do with your moods over the past few weeks?”

  Again she just shrugs.

  I reach out and grab her foot, giving it a squeeze.

  “Just tell me Zoe. It can’t be that bad.”

  “You know Mr. Harlan - James - well he and I used to mess around when I was younger.”

  I still and look at my wife.

  I feel an instant flare of anger.

  Her and James?

  That would explain all the smug looks he has been giving me - like he knows something I don’t.

  And when she was younger?

  Just how young?

  “How old were you?” I ask. It takes everything in me to keep my voice calm and not let my anger show.

  “I was twenty-one.”

  I feel an instant relief. When she said younger, I immediately thought she may have been underage.

  “Okay.” I know I need to tread carefully so I don’t go all caveman. It happened in her past and I know she has had relationships before me. But I have never been in the situation of being around someone she used to be with.

  Again a flare of anger hits me.

  This is the same James that she is working closely with a project.

  But she did call him an asshole - a colossal one.

  She is looking at me like a scared rabbit. I give her foot a squeeze.

  “Thanks for telling me,” I say softly.

  She nods.

  “You working with him on the project…is that going to be a problem? Do I have anything to worry about?” I finally ask - because I need to know.

  “Absolutely not!” she says with such conviction as she comes to me and straddles my lap. “I wanted to tell you because I didn’t want you to find out and then have you wondering why I didn’t tell you.”