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  Walking over to stand in front of me, he starts talking. “Isaac and Judah invited me. I couldn’t miss your big thirtieth birthday celebration.”

  He gives me that signature smirk as he continues.

  “I apologize for being late. I forgot how bad traffic in this damn town can be, especially on the weekends with all the crazy road construction.”

  “So you flew in just for my thirtieth birthday?” I ask skeptically.

  “Ah, no,” Charlie replies with a confused look on his face. “I have an interview at R&R this week.”

  R&R is R&R Construction - the company owned by my dad and uncle.

  Now it’s my turn to look confused. “What do you mean you have an interview this week at R&R?”

  “Meaning, I have an interview. Isaac and Judah know too; they mentioned that they would tell you.” A slight frown line mars his forehead. “Let me guess - no one told you?” Instead of answering him, I turn and head toward the kitchen, calling my twin brothers’ names as I go.

  I walk out onto the back deck and see Judah and Isaac talking to my friends, Ivy and Maddie. I walk over and thump them both on the back of their heads - hard.

  “What the hell Zoe?” Judah yells out. My parents and my Aunt Gracie and Uncle Daniel look at me as if I have lost my mind.

  “Charlie is here,” is all I say.

  Both of my brothers light up as if it is Christmas day at the mention of his name. I can feel Charlie behind me.

  “Hello everyone,” he says in that voice that makes my insides all quivery.

  I step aside as I watch my brothers engulf Charlie in one-armed man hugs and good-natured thumps on the back. My dad and my uncle both greet him with firm handshakes.

  “Good to see you again Son,” my Dad says while Uncle Daniel says, “Welcome back Charlie.”

  My mom engulfs him on a tight hug and just rocks him from side-to-side. She has always treated Charlie like one of her own children.

  It seems that I may be the only Rossi that didn’t know that Charlie was coming to town. I clear my throat loudly.

  “Charlie says he has an interview this week at R&R,” I say hoping someone will fill me in.

  “Surprise,” Isaac says lamely.

  I give him the stink eye.

  I can feel Charlie come up behind me; he places a hand lightly on my waist and speaks, I feel all quivery again, when I feel his warm breath against my ear.

  “Don’t be mad…they probably thought it would be cool to surprise you.”

  I turn my head a little so I can I look up at him and all I can say is “Oh.” And just like that, I am not irritated anymore.

  I find out that my dad contacted him about one of R&R’s open positions and asked if he was interested. How they managed to keep this a secret from me, I do not know since I work for the company too.

  The rest of my birthday gathering is spent with me enjoying my family and friends – and Charlie. I find myself more and more watching Charlie as he interacts with everyone.

  End Flashback

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  “Zoe Baby,” Charlie says softly, bringing me back from my memories. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

  “Are you guys finished?” I ask as I scrape my chopped vegetables into a bowl. I stand and he stands up with me

  “Yeah, for the most part,” he says. He bends and gives me a kiss. I can taste the salt on his lips. “In a week or two, the pergola will need to be stained and sealed.”

  I place the bowl in front of Ivy, giving her a wink as I snake my arm around Charlie’s trim waist as we both exit the kitchen. I lead him to the guest bedroom with the ensuite bathroom so he can clean up.

  He starts to undress while I take a seat on the edge of the bed, willing myself not to molest him. I pull out his toiletry bag from the duffle bag he brought along with a change of clothes. He takes the toiletry bag from me and I watch his sexy, naked ass walk into the bathroom. I can hear him turning on the shower. I wait a good five minutes before stripping out of my own clothes because I am going to join my husband in the shower and get frisky.

  I have no qualms about doing this in my brother’s and sister-in-law’s house since I caught them coming out of my downstairs powder room last week – both looking disheveled and freshly-fucked.

  The shower is hot and steamy as I enter. Charlie is rinsing the shampoo from his hair. He looks at me briefly before putting his head back under the shower spray. I stand in front of him, not caring that my hair is getting wet and say ‘hi’ to his cock by stroking it lightly. It’s not hard, but I can feel it growing in my hands. Lucky for me, Charlie is a grow-er and a show-er.

  I drop to my knees and lightly stroke his growing cock in my hands. I lick the underside of his shaft, from the base to tip, swirling my tongue over the swelling reddish-purple head before repeating the move. When he is fully erect, I jack his cock in one hand while licking and nipping at his balls.

  He grabs a fistful of my hair and directs my mouth back to his cock.

  I smile around Charlie’s cock as he grunts out, “Make it disappear Baby.” That’s his code for deep throating. Inch by inch, I swallow him, not stopping until my nose is buried in his dark, trimmed pubic hair. I make a few humming sounds in my throat before pulling it out slowly - all the way to the tip, before taking it deep again. I repeat this move, gradually picking up the pace.

  I know he is about to cum because I see the toes on his right foot scrunching up – a sure sign he is about to cum.

  I relax my throat more and allow him to get deeper. A few more strokes and he is shooting his hot seed down my throat. I swallow it like a good girl and let his cock slide out of my mouth before I kiss the tip. He hauls me up by my neck and kisses me deep.

  “What was that for,” he asks softly against my lips, his big hand trailing down my stomach and cupping me between my legs.

  “I had a taste for Charlie,” I say breathlessly before he finger fucks me to an orgasm.

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  By the time we arrive back in the kitchen, Wood is helping his wife, Ivy, with the lasagna. Wood is layering the pasta into the pans as Ivy adds the meat mixture and cheese. Maddie is sitting at the counter talking to Judah. Maddie gives me a knowing look when she sees me.

  “So you two finally decided to stop bumping uglies and join us, huh?” She chastises playfully in her lyrical Barbadian accent.

  I feel my cheeks heat up. Charlie wraps me protectively in his arms, drawing me back into his body and kisses the side of my head. While I am confident and open with him sexually, I don’t particular like my brother knowing what I have been up to. Judah looks just as uncomfortable as how I feel right now. I go over and pour myself a glass of wine.

  “Where are Livy and Isaac?” I ask after taking a sip of my wine.

  “From the faint thumps we have been hearing from upstairs, I would say fucking,” Judah answers.

  Judah is the more outspoken (and crass) of my brothers. He is the one who will blurt out whatever comes to mind – no filter at all. While Isaac is more laid back – he is the listener of the two, yet he can be just as crass as Judah, however, it is more subtle. I am like Isaac in that aspect.

  I routinely come off as quiet and shy, but truth is, I am not like that at all – well not really. If I don’t know you, I am quiet and shy but only because I don’t know you. Once I get to know you, you can’t shut me up and some of the things that come out of my mouth when I have been drinking can make even Ivy blush.

  Making Ivy blush is damn near impossible.

  We spend a little bit of time catching up while waiting for Livy and Isaac to join us. I quietly sit, sipping my wine, watching Charlie as he talks to Judah and Maddie. When Livy and Isaac decide to grace us with their presence, I am drunk – which for me is two glasses of wine. Once upon a time, I could drink a bottle of wine and still be sober, but since the beginning of the year, I have cut back on my wine drinking.

  Charlie and I are trying to have a baby and I want to be as
healthy as possible.

  So with two glasses of wine in me, I am pretty much drunk and I zero in on my husband - forgetting that anyone else exists. Like now, I am sitting in his lap, trying to get my hand down his pants. For some reason, he keeps batting my hand away.

  “For god’s sake Zoe - just stop - we can all see you!” Judah yells. “I don’t need the image in my head of my baby sister trying to give a hand job to my friend.”

  I look up and see that everyone is trying not to look at us, but failing miserably. I feel my cheeks heat up and bury my face against Charlie’s chest. He whispers to me as he takes my wine glass away from me. “I am going to get you some water, okay.”

  I nod my head against his chest before climbing off his lap and sitting in the chair he just vacated. Even without the alcohol in my system, I would still be trying to get into Charlie’s pants. Just like the night of my thirtieth birthday party. He was supposed to crash at my brothers’ house during his stay, but he told them some bullshit about hooking up with an old girlfriend. Instead of going back to their house, he followed me back to my house for a nightcap.

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  Flashback – Zoe’s 30th Birthday (Almost Four Years Ag0)

  Zoe

  I am hyper-aware of Charlie as he comes up behind me. He is close – so very close. He takes the glass decanter and pours the brandy into the snifter glass and my breath hitches when I feel a blunt poke at my ass.

  Is he hard?

  I decide to see.

  I wiggle my ass against his crotch. He chuckles darkly in my ear as he pours the amber-colored liquid into a second snifter glass.

  “I see you still like to play with the big boys.” he says in my ear.

  “I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about.” This time instead of wiggling my ass, I grind my ass into him - hard. He calmly puts down the decanter, capping it while his other hand grips my hip and stills my grinding movement.

  “What are you doing Zoe?” Charlie asks. His breath is hot in my ear and I swear I feel his tongue flick my earlobe.

  “I’m not doing anything Charlie.” I place my hand over his that is gripping my hip and give it a squeeze, while I grind into him again. He growls low and gruffly in my ear.

  “Zoe,” he growls out. “You are playing with fire right now – you ought to be careful - you might get burned.”

  “Maybe I like playing with fire.”

  The last word resonates on the air and before I know it, Charlie spins me around until I am looking up at him. His eyes bore into me and I can feel him moving the decanter and glasses before he slides his hands down my sides and around to my ass. He grips my ass cheeks, slowly kneading them before he grips them tightly and picks me up - depositing me on the bar.

  He takes his big hand, gripping the back of my head; all the while burying his hand in my hair and tugging my head back some. He doesn’t say anything as he continues to look at me. I can tell he is gnashing his teeth because I can see his jaw muscle ticking. He grips my hair a little tighter, making me grunt before he leans closer. I can feel his lips barely touching mine.

  “Zoe,” he says softly, tickling my lips. “Are you sure you want to start this? I am not that teenager wanting to give you your first kiss.” A shiver runs up my spine as he ever so slightly licks my bottom lip. “I’m a grown fucking man now and I want to do so much more than just kiss you.”

  “So what are you waiting for?” I challenge him.

  I sigh when his lips fully touch mine – tentatively at first, but then with such vigor that I clutch his biceps, hanging on for dear life it seems.

  He kisses like I am hoping he fucks – aggressive and thorough.

  I find myself scooting closer to the edge of the bar because I need to feel him against me. He takes the hint and steps closer, grinding into me. I can feel his hard cock, but it is not enough.

  “More…I need more Charlie,” I say as his lips leave mine and travel down my neck. His hands are tugging my shirt up and over my head. I moan loudly when his mouth covers my nipple through my bra. I hastily reach back and undo my bra, tugging the straps off. He leans back a little when I remove my bra.

  “Goddamn…I definitely can’t call you Buzz anymore,” he says roughly.

  I feel a deep pull in my lower belly as he palms both of my tits in his hands, squeezing and plucking at both my nipples. He dips his head down and takes my right nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and deep while his left hand tugs on my aching left nipple.

  “And here I thought you were an ass man,” I say breathlessly.

  He chuckles against my nipple, licking it before looking up at me.

  “Yeah, me too, but these puppies might make me change my stance on that.”

  Before I know it, I am naked; he has pulled up a barstool and is seated in front of me. I am sitting on the bar – my legs spread open, so Charlie has an up close and personal view of my pussy. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him. I watch him lick his thumb before he rubs it across my clit.

  “Shaved or waxed?” he asks as he sucks his thumb – yeah the thumb that was just rubbing my clit. I am assuming that he is asking about my pussy and the lack of hair.

  “Waxed,” I squeak out.

  He then dives in and starts feasting on my pussy. I let my head fall back, starting to get lost in the pleasure.

  “Hey!” he barks out gruffly. “Look at me.”

  I snap my head up and those not quite hazel, not quite green eyes are trained on my face. My entire body shudders at his intense stare.

  “I want you to look at me while I eat you,” he says before he drags his tongue through my wet folds before settling to suck on my clit. His eyes never leave my face.

  It takes everything in me to keep my eyes on him because every instinct is willing me to close my eyes, let my head drop back and just enjoy Charlie eating me out. When he hits a particularly good spot, my leg involuntarily spasms and I almost kick him in the face.

  He pauses his actions and he cocks a dark eyebrow at me.

  “You alright?” he mumbles against my pussy. The vibrations against my nether lips causing my legs to tremble.

  He knows, I’m not alright. He knows what he’s doing to me. He gives me a wicked grin before he goes back to eating me. I can’t help the loud moans of pleasure leaving my mouth as he takes his time. The only way I can describe how Charlie eats pussy is to say he eats pussy like someone eats a juicy, ripe peach.

  It’s a rare thing for me to cum from just oral, but a few minutes later, I am bucking like a wild horse as Charlie holds my hips and legs down as he continues with his demanding tongue action while my orgasm rushes through me. I must zone out for a moment or two because the next thing I know Charlie is pulling me up to a sitting position and asking me where my bedroom is.

  I am somewhat dazed, very satiated and I think I need a nap, but I manage to say, “Upstairs, the first door on the right.”

  He turns around, giving me his back. “Hop on,” he says.

  I don’t hesitate and hop on for my first piggy back ride in years. I lay my head against his broad back, enjoying his hard body and his masculine smell as he checks to make sure the front door is locked and turns off the lights as we make our way up the stairs.

  Once in my bedroom, he flips the switch for the overhead light before depositing me on the bed and that is when I realize that I am still naked. I am not usually shy about my body, but with Charlie still fully dressed, I feel vulnerable and I quickly move to the head of my unmade bed and scoot under the covers. I reach over and turn on the bed side lamp before settling back against the headboard. I watch him turn out the overhead light before he stands before me at the foot of the bed.

  He reaches behind his head and grabs the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head; exposing a fabulous upper body. Charlie has what I would call a swimmer’s build; broad shoulders with long limbs and lean muscle.

  “You sure about this?

  I can only nod my head as
I watch him toe off his shoes and take off the rest of his clothes. Before I know it, he crawls into bed with me and moves over my body, until he is hovering over me.

  I think I fall in love with him when he holds my hands over my head, holding them down. His gaze has me hypnotized as he slowly and gently slides into me.

  End Flashback

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  Charlie whispering something in my ear brings me back to the present and I look around, realizing that everyone is leaving the room to go hang out in the media room while the lasagna cooks.

  “You okay?” he asks, looking at me with concern in his eyes. “You kinda just zoned out.”

  I smile up at him, kissing his scruffy chin before nipping it slightly. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I was just thinking about you and the night of my thirtieth birthday.”

  “Yeah? It was good wasn’t it?” His voice taking on a heated tone. He kisses me quick and deep. “But then again it is always good with us,” he says as he takes my hand and leads me to the media room.

  I feel myself smile and let out an audible happy sigh.

  I love my life.

  Chapter 2 – Married Life

  Zoe - A Saturday in Mid-August

  I never thought I would be that person who would actually like being married. When I was in my twenties, I dated quite a bit because I got bored quickly. I would date a guy for a few months, then move on. The longest relationship that I had in my twenties was sixteen months. I never thought I could actually settle down and be content with one person for the rest of my life. But here I am, married for almost fours years and I am not even close to being bored with it.

  There are so many things that I love about being married. I mean sure - I love the big things like sharing my hopes and dreams with someone and growing old with that someone. But there are also the little things that I love about being married.

  I love coming home to someone at the end of my workday.

  I love that my husband knows all my faults and still loves me.

  I love how my husband can make me laugh - even when I don’t want to.