Love & Happiness (Sexy Secrets Book 3)

by Nycole S. Bailey

  When I get home, I seek out Zoe. I find her in the TV room, lying down on the sofa watching TV. She gives me a sweet smile. I remove my shoes and climb onto the sofa until I am behind her, spooning her body.

  “How was dinner with your mom?” she asks as she turns in my arms, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

  I don’t answer her. Instead, I deepen the kiss. I don’t want to think about my sperm donor who all of a sudden wants to see me. I don’t want to think about how my mom has been in contact with him for years.

  I need to lose myself in my wife…my Zoe…my entire world. She always centers me.

  I run my hand under her t-shirt, cupping her tit, plucking at her nipple as I maneuver until I have her underneath me.

  “Charlie…what’s wrong?” she asks when we come up for air. I can hear the concern in her voice.

  However, I can’t speak right now - I just need to feel. Instead of telling her what’s wrong, I kiss her again – long and deep. I push her t-shirt up and over her head; only removing my lips from hers long enough to get her t-shirt off. I then pull down her pajama shorts and fling them to the floor. I am grateful that she isn’t wearing panties because I need to feel her snug heat sooner rather than later. I hastily pull off my t-shirt and unbutton my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down just enough so I can fuck my wife.

  The second I slide into her, I am grounded.

  I am home.

  I bury my face into the side of her neck and breathe deep. Her familiar scent and soft skin calming me.

  “I love you so much,” I say as I stroke slowly into her wet heat, raising my head so I can look at her. The light from the TV illuminates her face. I can see that she is concerned, but she is also turned on.

  She wraps her legs partially around me, pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs with her feet. With a little more room to work, I plunge deeper into her, relishing the soothing and calming effect enveloping me.

  Usually my wife is quite vocal when we make love, but now she is only giving me quiet moans and the occasional grunt as I continue to stroke into her - her hand at the back of my head tangling into my hair – her fingers massaging my scalp there – soothing me further.

  She always knows what I need.

  She always makes things better.

  When I hear the familiar hitch in her tone, I know she is on the road to cumming. I scoop her up until I am on my knees, before settling back and leaning against the arm of the sofa so she can ride me. I still her hips as I look up into her beautiful face.

  “When we have kids, I promise you - I am going to be the best father ever. I will always be there for them – for you,” I say as I ghost my lips overs hers. When I pull back, I can see the sheen of tears forming in her eyes. “I will die before I abandon you and our kids…you feel me?”

  She gives me a watery smile as a few tears fall from her eyes.

  “I feel you,” she replies softly as I kiss her tears away.

  I can feel her pussy starting to flutter around my cock and I wrap my arms around her as tightly as I can – loving the feel of her body so close to mine. When she cums, she cries out and wraps herself around me even tighter – if that is even possible. As her orgasm takes hold of her, I can feel that familiar tingling in my spine as I feel myself about to cum. I bite down on her shoulder and a few seconds later, I ejaculate my seed into her.

  Please let me get her pregnant this time.

  As we both come down from our orgasms, I gently lay her back down on the sofa. I grab my t-shirt and clean us both up before I situate myself until I am spooning her again. I pull the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and cover us as we drift off to sleep wrapped up in each other.

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  Zoe

  A gentle jostling rouses me. I slowly open my eyes and weird shadows fill my view. I start to panic, but Charlie’s familiar scent and voice soothe me.

  “Ssshhhh,” he says softly. “I got you. I’m just taking you to bed.” I close my eyes, instantly feeling safe in my husband’s arms. I snuggle deeper into his arms and allow myself to drift back to sleep.

  The next time I awake, sunshine is filtering through the curtains in our bedroom. Charlie is more or less wrapped around me like an octopus. I don’t mind, because I love it when my husband needs me.

  I know something happened last night between Charlie and his mom by the way he acted when he got home. He needed me and I was glad to be there for him. Last night was the first time in two weeks that Charlie and I have made love. I get teary-eyed again thinking about what he said about being a good father to our children, which makes me feel guilty for flirting with Mr. Harlan.

  I would never cheat on Charlie, but the flirting I did with Mr. Harlan makes me feel like I have done something wrong.

  I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to wish away the guilty feeling.

  After a while, I extract myself from Charlie’s octopus-like hold and ease out of the bed, taking a quick shower before slipping on one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.

  I make a breakfast of sausage, scrambled eggs and one of his favorites –stuffed French toast with cream cheese and strawberry compote. I fill an oversized platter with the food, placing it all on a bamboo bed tray along with coffee and orange juice before I make my way back up to our bedroom.

  Charlie is still asleep when I enter the bedroom. I place the tray on the nightstand before sliding into bed next to him. I kiss his shoulder, the one with the smattering of light brown freckles that tend to darken when he gets too much sun. I slowly kiss up to his neck, keeping an eye on his body to see if I can make his morning wood tent the sheet.

  He moans sexily as my hand travels under the sheet, down to his cock. I give it a few tugs as he wakes up slowly.

  “Morning Baby,” he says gruffly, shifting his head some to kiss me. His light scruff tickles as we exchange lazy and unhurried kisses while I jack his cock slowly.

  “I made you breakfast – including one of your favorites,” I mumble against his lips.

  “Yeah?” he asks and then moans long and low as I apply a little pressure to the head of his cock while swiping my thumb over the beading moisture there.

  “Yeah…I made stuffed French toast.”

  He moans again before taking my mouth in a deep and wet kiss. My hand speeds up as he pants against my mouth. I see his feet flex under the sheet and I know he is about to cum.

  “Cum for me Charlie,” I say breaking away from the kiss as I watch my husband come undone. The look on his face is one of painful pleasure.

  I use the sheet to clean him up before leaving the bed, taking the sheet with me – balling it up and stuffing it into the laundry hamper before I go into the bathroom to wash my hands. Back in the bedroom, I sit on the side of the bed and place a hot washcloth over Charlie’s softening cock.

  “Thank you Baby,” he says sleepily as he closes his eyes – a serene expression on his handsome face.

  “Do you want to go back to sleep or eat?”

  Those gorgeous chameleon green eyes of his pop open.

  “Eat,” he replies, giving me that sexy smirk that I love so much.

  Before placing the tray on the bed, I grab a pair of basketball shorts for him to slip on. I set the tray over his lap and sit cross-legged beside him. We eat in a comfortable silence with us feeding each other bites of food every now and then. Once we are done, I gather up everything and take the tray back downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly rinse the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher and feed Blu before I head back upstairs.

  When I walk back into the bedroom, Charlie is the leaving the bathroom. He has taken a shower and he is rubbing his still wet hair with a towel. I eye the towel wrapped low around his hips, admiring those muscle lines that have me licking my lips.

  “I think we should take a day off. What do you think?” he asks me as he takes my hand and leads me back to our bed.”

  After giving my dad a quick call and letting him know that Charlie and I w
on’t be in the office today, my husband proceeds to show my why it is a good idea to take a day off work every once in a while.

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  “So are you going to tell me what was bothering you last night?” I ask some hours later as I lean back against my husband in our oversized Jacuzzi bathtub. The almost too hot water laps lazily right above my tits as Charlie’s big hands playfully pluck at my nipples.

  “What makes you think something was bothering me?” he responds as he snakes one hand down my torso until he is cupping me between my legs. I let out a soft sigh when he starts sucking my earlobe at the same time the heel of his hand applies pressure to my clit.

  I close my eyes and let my head fall back against his shoulder.

  “Charlie,” I breathily moan out. “You’re trying to distract me – it won’t work.” I open my eyes and turn my head some to look up at him, letting him know that I mean business.

  And what does he do?

  He tries a little bit harder by plunging two fingers into me just as he pulls hard on my nipple.

  “Charlie!” I nearly shout – in pleasure and frustration because he is avoiding my question.

  I quickly scramble away from him, sloshing water over the side of the tub onto the floor. I settle myself on the other side of the tub.

  “Talk – remember - no more holding things in and letting it fester.”

  Charlie looks down and blows out a slow breath as his hand skims the top of the water.

  He finally says, “My father wants to see me.”

  I wait – because there is more – I just know there is more. He continues to look down at the water, his hand still lightly skimming the surface.

  “Mom has been in contact with him since I was ten and get this; she says he left us because he was sick. Sick - meaning he’s a goddamn alcoholic. Although Mom says he has been sober for eighteen years now.” He finally looks up at me. “Can you believe that shit?”

  I can see the pain in my husband’s eyes and hear it in his voice. I know firsthand that Charlie’s father is a very sore subject for him. Growing up, I was there to witness when he was told that his father was coming to visit for a birthday or some other important event. I would watch him get all excited and brag to my brothers about his father coming to see him and all the things they were going to do together.

  I also witnessed the disappointment when his father never showed up. It was during those times – during the aftermath - when I would observe him a lot with my dad. It used to break my heart to see Charlie crying in my dad’s arms.

  I swallow and choose my words carefully. I can only imagine how it went with his mom last night.

  “And how do you feel about that?”

  He looks at me as if I am crazy, but I stare him down. I am not going to let him off the hook.

  When he realizes that I am not backing down, he speaks.

  “I think its fucking bullshit – that’s what I think about it.” His eyes bore into me; those chameleon eyes of his, now a dark, stormy green. “What does he think; he can just waltz into my life after all these years and everything will be okay; that I am supposed to forget all those years I waited on him and he never showed up and now everything is supposed to be okay?”

  He slams his hand down, causing a spray of water to splash in his face. He hastily uses his hand to wipe his face, but I can see that he is tearing up before he covers his eyes with his hand.

  “Fuck him,” he says in a harsh voice that crackles with emotion. I move to him and settle myself on his lap, wrapping my arms around him. I have no idea what to do or what to say. I can feel his hurt so deep that it makes me hurt. His breathing is choppy against my skin as I stroke my fingers through the hair at his nape. He wraps his arms around me so tight that I find it hard to breathe for a few moments. When I feel additional wetness against my skin and my husband’s strong body shaking, I squeeze him tighter, trying my best to take away the years of hurt his father has caused.

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  Charlie

  I look down at my wife as she sleeps peacefully in our bed. I ease from the bed, careful not to wake her before entering our bathroom. I softly close the door behind me and take a look in the mirror.

  I look like shit.

  My eyes are bloodshot and puffy and I need to shave. I turn on the water and grab the can of shaving cream, squirting out a dollop in my hands before smearing it on the lower half of my face.

  I am not one of those guys who have stubble that women find sexy. No, my facial hair consists of patches of dark hair that looks like it belongs on the ass of a balding baboon. I can grow a pretty good goatee, but a full beard is out of the question. I take my time shaving - thinking about the drama that has made its way into my life as of late.

  If only Zoe and I could get away so we could not worry about everyday life for a bit.

  No worries about her trying to get pregnant.

  No worries about my sperm donor wanting to see me.

  Just getting back to how we were when we first got married.

  The razor pauses in my hand as I stare at myself in the mirror.

  Why can’t we do that? We c0uld take a vacation – just the two of us and re-connect. Just be Charlie and Zoe.

  As I finish shaving, a plan forms in my mind. I take a quick shower before dressing in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt; grabbing my phone from the nightstand as I leave my wife sleeping in our bed.

  Chapter 8 - Back to Basics

  Zoe - Two Weeks Later - February

  “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I ask Charlie for the umpteenth time.

  We are in the backseat of the Ellis’ Range Rover as they drive us to the airport. Ivy looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink before looking forward.

  “You will know soon enough,” he replies as he takes my hand in his, squeezing it lightly.

  “Charlie,” I whine.

  He just gives me that sexy ass smirk of his before silencing me with a kiss.

  I am pacified for a few moments, but my brain doesn’t stay silent for long.

  Who packed my clothes? Did they pack everything I might need? What about work? And Blu?

  I all but work myself into a tizzy before Charlie squeezes my hand again before speaking.

  “Zoe…I can hear you freaking out from over here. Everything is taken care of. Your dad and uncle know we will be gone ten days and have worked out a plan to cover our workload. Ivy packed your clothes for you and your brother and Liv are keeping Blu.”

  I frown, opening my mouth to speak and closing it quickly because it appears everything I was thinking about is taken care of. I am a bit of a control freak when it comes to my affairs and Charlie knows this, so him taking care of everything is a big deal and it makes me love him even more. I am just going to allow myself to relax and enjoy the next ten days.

  When we arrive at the airport, Charlie and Wood unload the luggage and Ivy pulls me to the side.

  “I know you are worried about the fact the you only have one bag (she’s right – I am), but where you guys are going, you won’t need much.”

  Before I can question her, she pulls me into a tight hug.

  “I also put a little care package from Livy in your luggage – you’re welcome,” she whispers before releasing me.

  She has a mischievous look and I know instantly that she has packed some kind of sex toy from the samples of sex toys that Livy receives.

  We both walk towards our husbands and we watch as they do the one-arm man hug thing. Wood kisses me on the cheek and gives me a brief hug while Charlie does the same with Ivy before we watch them climb back into their vehicle and leave.

  “You ready?” Charlie asks me.

  I nod, rising on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

  “Always.”

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  Zoe - 6 Hours Later

  My husband is the best damn husband in the whole world!

  We are in Costa Rica and have just arrived at our
home away from home - a one-bedroom secluded villa with its own private beach at some hoity-toity resort. I am speechless as I walk through the villa, admiring the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and the door that opens to the beach front deck. The deck is fairly large with a small pool and hot tub. The beach is just literally four steps down from our deck.

  I turn back to admire the open-plan living room, dining room and kitchen that has a wall of built-in wood cabinets, a gray sectional sofa and a round dining table. Accents of turquoise throw pillows and a blue backsplash bring the colors of the ocean inside.

  I turn and face Charlie. I close the short distance between us and hug him as hard as I can.

  “Thank you so much Charlie. This is perfect.”

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  After unpacking our things and taking a shower together, we venture hand-in-hand to the fully-stocked kitchen to find something to eat before going to bed early. As we lie in bed, we do something that we haven’t done since we first married. We lie on our sides, facing each other; our hands and fingers softly tracing the lines and contours of each others face. I drift off to sleep with my heart bursting with love for my husband.

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  Charlie - A Few Days Later

  I pull my ear buds from my ears and bring my arms over my head to stretch - relishing the feel of my muscles and limbs moving after being still for so long. I have just spent the last two hours or so listening to an audio book as I lounged on the beach under the umbrella. I started out listening to it with Zoe, but she got bored and went off to look for seashells and sea glass. I slowly sit up and seek out my wife. She is not far; I see her as she walks along the shore line, bending over every now and then picking up something. I take in how Zoe’s skin seems to glow in the sunlight. Her normal cinnamon-hued complexion has darkened to a shimmery copper brown color. Since we are on a private beach, Zoe has taken to going topless when we are on the beach or at the pool and I am loving the view. Even her nipples which are usually a reddish-brown, have darkened and look like little milk chocolate kisses. When she bends over again to pick up something, I see a small sliver of that untanned cinnamon-hued skin under her white bikini bottoms.