Love & Happiness (Sexy Secrets Book 3)

by Nycole S. Bailey

  I adjust her on my lap, leaning up to kiss her lips softly.

  “Okay,” I say before deepening the kiss some. “Again - thank you for telling me.” I go to deepen the kiss again so we can put an end to this discussion. But a wayward thought makes me stop.

  “Does anyone else know about this?” I ask. “Your parents, friends or brothers?”

  “Hell no! Can you imagine the shit storm that would occur if my dad knew?”

  I chuckle some. She is right, her dad would go ballistic if he knew his friend and business colleague messed around with his daughter behind his back - even if she was of age.

  Chapter 6 – Good News?

  Zoe - Thanksgiving

  “Zoe.” I hear Charlie call out as he enters our bedroom. I am currently in our closet looking for my other boot. My side of our huge closet looks like a bomb went off - again. I find it amazing that I’ve managed to get it this messy again.

  “Zoe.” I hear him call again as he comes into the closet. I feel him come up behind me and I hear his stifled groan. I shake my head because I am on all fours. Whenever my husband sees me on all fours, he wants to fuck and it doesn’t matter if I am clothed or not. And sure enough, before I can answer him, I feel his hand on my ass.

  “Charlie,” I warn softly as his hand caresses my ass before he raises the hem of my sweater dress – pushing it up to my waist. I let my head drop between my shoulders as he deftly pulls down my tights and panties to my knees. I let out my own stifled groan when I feel his talented fingers run down the crack on my ass and sink into my pussy.

  “We’re going to be late,” I whisper; not really caring if we are late or not to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house. In theory, if we are late, we will be on time for dinner as my mom likes to serve appetizers and apéritifs before dinner.

  Charlie continues to finger me as I hear him unzip his pants.

  “We’ll be fine. We’ll miss the appetizers and drinks, but we will be on time for dinner.”

  See, he knows the routine.

  I sink down to my elbows and muffle my moan against my arm when I feel his thick cock slide into me. Whoever started the myth that only black guys had big/thicker cocks than white guys were misinformed. Charlie’s cock is thick, long and routinely makes me walk funny.

  When he places his hands around my waist and starts to fuck me in earnest, I stop muffling myself and I moan and wail as loud as I want.

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  We arrive at my parents’ house just in the nick of time. Maddie answers the door and gives me a knowing look as she ushers Charlie and me into the dining room. The second I enter the dining room; I can feel my mom’s eyes on me. I avoid looking at her because I don’t want to see her disapproving look for being late. Everyone is starting to take a seat at the huge table and I quickly rush to take my seat.

  As Charlie takes his seat next to me, I look around the table and see all of my friends in attendance except for Ivy and Wood. They are having Thanksgiving at their house as Ivy’s parents are in town. However, they will be over for dessert later in the evening. Isaac and Livy are sitting across from me. I chuckle at the couple. As Livy is talking to her mom and dad, Isaac has a love sick smile on his face as he looks at her.

  I turn my attention to Charlie and he is engaged in a conversation with his mom and her boyfriend, Henry, who are sitting next to us.

  Someone rapping their knuckles against the table quiets all the chatter. It’s my dad. It’s time for the Thanksgiving blessing.

  We all clasp hands and bow our heads as my dad blesses the food.

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  Dinner is a lively affair, everyone catching up and sharing the latest news with each other. Before long, when all of our bellies are full, Ivy and Wood - along with Ivy’s parents, arrive for dessert. Hugs and greetings are exchanged and the post-dinner chatter starts. I absentmindedly look up when I hear the kitchen door open and I do a double-take.

  I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watch my mom, then Livy’s mom come back into the dining room. They both are carrying a dessert dish, but it is the look on their faces that fills me with dread. They are both teary-eyed, but they both have big genuine smiles on their faces. When my dad and Livy’s dad come into the room followed by Isaac and Livy – I already know what is coming next. I can see it on their faces.

  “Mom – are you okay?” my brother Judah asks. He can see that she is teary-eyed too.

  My mom gives him a radiant smile and says, “Everything is perfect.” She looks briefly to Isaac and Livy and then back to Judah. “Just perfect.” She takes her seat before leaning over and kissing my dad on the cheek. He looks like the cat the swallowed the canary.

  When everyone is seated, Isaac clears his throat. That is when Charlie grabs my hand underneath the table. He knows too. I give him a quick side-eye glance and he just squeezes my hand.

  “So, Liv and I have some news,” Isaac says, looking at his wife.

  My sister-in-law is looking down at her lap and blushing furiously. She does not like being the center of attention – even if it is just around family and friends.

  “Mom and Pop,” he continues as he looks at them, “And Mr. and Mrs. Simone are going to be grandparents. Liv is pregnant.”

  I immediately block out all the joyful sounds as I watch everyone congratulate Isaac and Livy. When Maddie goes to hug Livy, she briefly gives me a look of pity. I give her a big smile to let her know I am ok.

  I am not.

  This is so unfair.

  Charlie and I have been trying to get pregnant since January. The doctor said that it could take a while after I went off the pill, but I am tired of waiting. Now Livy is pregnant. If I remember correctly, she is (or was) on birth control, so that means she and my brother were not even trying.

  So unfair.

  Charlie tugs on my hand and I give him a small smile before he pulls me up. I know my husband pretty well and he is putting on a brave front too. We leave our seats and go over to congratulate Isaac and Livy. I hug my brother first and he asks me softly if I am okay. I give him what I hope is a convincing smile and then nod that I am. When I hug Livy, she hugs me tight and asks me if I am okay too.

  “I’m okay,” I say, still embraced in her hug. “I am so happy for you…really.” When we separate, I can see Livy getting teary-eyed.

  “Stop it!” I say in a playful whisper. “If you cry, I’ll cry.”

  She gives me a watery smile before I excuse myself and leave the dining room. I go to the powder room down the hall. I stare at myself in the mirror and realize that when we took our annual vacation a few weeks ago, the signs where there that something was different with Isaac and Livy.

  For one, Livy didn’t drink. She was just getting over a cold and claimed that her taste buds were gone. Another sign was when my brother lost his shit when he found out Livy went zip-lining when we had a girl’s day. I hadn’t seen my brother that angry in a long time. We had all looked at Livy, expecting her to turn on the water works, but she calmly picked up one of the water guns the guys had been playing with and shot a stream of water into Isaac’s face. He sputtered and looked at her like she was crazy and when he started to rant again, she shot him in the face again with the water gun. They kept that up for at least two minutes until my brother had cracked a smile and pulled Livy into his arms. They disappeared into their bedroom and we didn’t see them until the next morning - although we did hear them.

  Now that I know that Livy is pregnant - those instances seem so telling.

  A knock on the door startles me out of my memories. I know it’s Charlie so I open the door without even asking. He enters the small room and once the door is closed, he pulls me into a hug and I dig my nails into my palms so I don’t cry. We stay this way for a while.

  “You okay?” Charlie finally asks me.

  I lean back some so I can see his face. I give him a rueful smile.

  “Not really,” I say. “How about you?”

  �
�About the same,” he responds as we both laugh lightly.

  “So,” I start, “Should we go back out there before we are missed?”

  He nods, giving me a quick kiss before we go back to spend time with our family and friends and back to pretending we are not crushed at the news of Livy being pregnant.

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  Charlie - Mid-January

  My wife is insatiable.

  Since Thanksgiving, she has been throwing the pussy at me - morning, noon and night. I know why she is doing it - she wants to get pregnant. It seems that Liv’s being pregnant has sparked a fire in her.

  I can understand her sense of desperation, because sometimes I have the same desperation when I drive into her, willing myself to get her pregnant. Once upon a time, we made love with some fucking thrown in. Now - now it is just fucking.

  I am not opposed to straight fucking, but when my wife isn’t getting wet and has to use lube, there is a problem. Nine times out of ten, I can give Zoe a certain look or just kiss her and she gets wet, but lately that is not happening. And I am the same way with her. She can give me a coy little look or ghost her finger tips down my arm and I am hard and ready.

  I have never had a problem with ‘getting it up’, but lately, I’m having to concentrate extra hard. Today, when I walk into our bedroom after work, Zoe pounces on me.

  I tell her that I’m not in the mood, but I let her steer me to the bed anyway as she helps me remove my shirt. I close my eyes as I feel her hands undo my pants, shoving them down some before diving into my boxers.

  I grit my teeth, fighting to hold my temper as she kisses down my chest. I throw my arm across my eyes as her small hand jacks my limp dick.

  “Charlie,” she whines. “You’re not hard. Why aren’t you hard?”

  “I told you I wasn’t in the mood,” I say with obvious anger in my voice, but as usual, my wife doesn’t even notice that I’m pissed.

  “But I want your baby batter,” she replies – yanking my cock non-too-gently.

  I hate that fucking term. I mean who the fuck says ‘baby batter’?

  “Zoe, stop,” I say, brushing her hand away.

  “Charlie?” She whines again.

  I stand up from the bed and pull up my boxers and jeans.

  “Charlie,” Zoe starts again. “What are you doing?”

  I pick up my shirt from the floor and put it on without answering her. I undo the laces of my work boots and pull them off. I grab a pair of sneakers from the closet and stuff my feet into them, not even bothering to tie the laces. I also grab a sweatshirt from a closet shelf and quickly put it on. I need to get out of here and fast before I say or do something I will regret.

  “I’ll be back,” I say as I exit our bedroom, not even looking at my wife. I quickly walk down the hall and then down the stairs. Zoe catches up with me at the foot of the stairs.

  “Where the hell are you going? I need you!” She yells as she grabs my arm. She even has the nerve to look upset.

  “I am getting the hell away from you!” I yell back and I yank my arm out of her grip. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and shake my head. I really don’t want to fight with her right now, but it can’t be avoided.

  “You know, right now, you are being so fucking selfish. All you can think about lately is how you feel and what you want. What about me?” I ask as I beat my chest with my fist. “Don’t you care how I feel? It guts me to know that I can’t give you the one thing you want in the world.” My voice cracks, but I keep going. “You are always telling me how you feel when you see Liv and her ever-growing belly. Well, you know what? I want to punch Isaac in his fucking mouth when he talks about his Baby Boy.”

  My anger is barely contained and I really need to get out of the house and away from Zoe before I say something I can’t take back. I turn and quickly take the basement stairs that lead to the garage. Zoe is hot on my heels as I grab the keys from the wall hook and press the wall button to open the garage door. She surprises me when she grabs my keys from me.

  “You’re not going anywhere Charlie,” she says. I can see the tears forming in her eyes - but right now, I don’t care.

  I rest my forehead against the wall, breathing deep, trying to calm myself. I keep my forehead against the wall as I speak softly to her.

  “I want you to want me because you love me, because you can’t get enough of me. Lately, all you have been wanting from me is my sperm. I get it, really I do. I want a baby too, but the way you keep coming at me - only interested in that – it’s a total turn off. I mean you don’t even care if you cum anymore – you just want me to cum and you’re done. Do you know how that makes me feel? Is that all I’m good for now?”

  I lift my head from the wall and look at her – I mean really look at her. I can see the faint dark circles under her eyes and it looks like she has lost some weight. This not getting pregnant is taking its toll on her.

  “I’ll be back in a little while,” I say quietly. She still has my truck keys, but I don’t care – I’ll walk. A walk will do me good.

  When I reach the open garage door, I look back at her and see tears spill from her eyes, which she quickly wipes away.

  Our neighborhood is a mixture of detached row house-styled townhomes and modern craftsmen homes. After Wood and Ivy married, Wood sold his condo in downtown Richmond and moved into Ivy’s craftsman house. They live around the corner from us, but I circle the block a few times before going up and ringing their doorbell.

  Before I can ring the doorbell a second time, Ivy opens the door. I can tell that Zoe has already talked to her by the look she gives me.

  “Come on in Charlie,” she says as she grabs my hand and then pulls me into a tight hug; and for a few seconds, I let myself be comforted by her embrace.

  “Wood is in the den,” she says softly as she releases me. “I’m going to your house to hang out with Zoe for a while. There’s beer in the fridge and Chinese food if you’re hungry.” When she says this, my stomach growls and I realize that I haven’t eaten since breakfast.

  I give her a nod before I kiss her cheek in thanks. I make my way to their kitchen and inspect the numerous cartons of Chinese takeout containers on the counter. I find a full container of beef lo mein that I quickly dump in a bowl I pull from the cabinet and then heat in the microwave. I grab two beers from the refrigerator and my meal before seeking out Wood in the den. He is on the sofa, watching a re-run of Justified. I offer him a beer before I take a seat in one of the recliners in the room. I take a deep swallow from my beer bottle before practically inhaling my food. I can see Wood giving me a few slide glances every now and then, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows I will speak when I am ready.

  “Did Zoe call?” I finally ask after I finish my meal, setting my bowl on the side table next to my chair.

  “Yeah,” he responds as he lifts the remote and turns down the volume on the TV. “I answered the phone when she called and I could barely understand her. But after a moment or two she calmed down.”

  My heart aches and my gut clenches at the thought of my baby distraught and hurting - but I’m hurting too.

  “What did she say?” I finally ask.

  “She asked to speak to Ivy. You want to fill me in on what’s going on with you two?”

  I let out a sigh and sink back into the recliner, wondering where to start and how much I should tell him.

  “You know we have been trying to get pregnant, right?” I finally say.

  He nods because he knows. Hell, he and Judah had a bet on who would get pregnant first – Zoe or Liv.

  “Well, ever since Liv and Isaac announced they were expecting, she has become obsessed with getting pregnant. At first, I didn’t mind - all the extra sex was nice. But lately, she has been coming at me almost non-stop. She doesn’t even care if she cums anymore. All she wants is my sperm. When I walked into the house this evening, she pounced. I was so tired of her shit that I couldn’t even get hard.” I say the last part in a whisper because I am
embarrassed.

  We sit in silence in for a while and I instantly regret telling him. When I am about to bolt, he speaks.

  “Have you told her how you feel - I mean before today?”

  I shake my head.

  “Well, why not?”

  I look at him and just shrug.

  “Don’t you think if maybe you told Zoe how you were feeling, this little blow up wouldn’t have happened? If she knew how you felt, she wouldn’t have been so demanding.”

  “So, I am just supposed to hurt her feelings and tell her I am not in the mood - which would no doubt have her thinking that I don’t want her or find her desirable.”

  “As opposed to this way - keeping it all in and blowing up at her?” Wood responds as he tosses a pillow at me that falls to the floor before it reaches me. “And I don’t think you would have hurt her feelings if you had just talked to her - told her how you were feeling.”

  I get up from the recliner and start pacing. I do this for a good two or three minutes before Wood speaks again.

  “You want to know what I don’t understand?”

  “What?” I sit back down in the recliner, bringing my elbows to my knee as I look at him.

  “You two are quick to call each other on your bullshit when something is not right. If you guys have a problem, you talk about it and then you make up. Why is this different?”

  I take a deep breath and lower my head, taking in the pattern of the nutmeg-colored bamboo flooring beneath my feet.

  “Because it is. This is not just some fight over her messiness or my not changing Blu’s litter box - this is something that could potentially fuck up our marriage.”

  “So you are saying that if she doesn’t get pregnant, you’ll leave her?”

  “What?” I ask - outraged as I look at Wood. “Hell no that is not what I’m saying! I’m saying that if Zoe doesn’t or can’t get pregnant, this is going to be a big strain on our marriage.”

  “Have you two gone to a specialist to see if there is something wrong?”

  I drop my head again, this time in shame. Instead of answering, I shake my head.