Love & Happiness (Sexy Secrets Book 3) Read online

  I love how he has no problem going out late at night to get me tampons and chocolate.

  However, with all the great things that I love about being married, there are some downsides too. One of the downsides of being married is dealing with your spouse’s irritating trait. You know the one that you used to find cute and/or endearing before you married. For me, it is Charlie’s neatness. Don’t get me wrong, I love that he is neat because I am the total opposite. I am more of an organized clutter kind of a girl and I think I thrive in it.

  When we first got married, I appreciated the always clean kitchen, how the bed got made without me doing it and the clothes being folded immediately after being removed from the dryer (as opposed to accumulating in a pile on the bed in the guest bedroom).

  For me, there are two kinds of neat.

  You have neat - like my twin brothers are – no unnecessary clutter and everything is in its place.

  Then there is serial killer neat.

  Charlie falls into this category.

  So what is serial killer neat?

  Let me give you some examples…

  In our kitchen pantry, all of the can goods are in alphabetical order, color-coded and the labels are all facing in the same direction. The items in our refrigerator/freezer are arranged by color. His side of our huge walk-in custom-designed closet is disgustingly neat – arranged by color and clothing item. All of his shirts and sweaters are on the top rack, going from white to black while his slacks are on the bottom rack, going from khaki to black. His numerous pairs of jeans are neatly stacked on a three-foot tall shelf, going from blue…to well - blue.

  My side of the closet looks like a bomb went off - which is why I am bringing this up now.

  Currently, Charlie is in our closet fussing about my side and going on about how I need to organize it. I roll my eyes and barely contain my annoyed sigh as he lectures me (yet again) on my messy side of the closet. I settle myself against the headboard and continue to play a game on my iPad. A few seconds later, my husband comes out of the closet and into our bedroom looking irritated.

  “Zoe,” he says - his tone exasperated. “Are you even listening to me?”

  “Yep,” I say as I continue to play my game.

  I may be listening, but I am not paying attention.

  I look up at him as he walks out of the closet. He is only wearing a pair of sweat pants. As he walks over to the bed, I let myself admire my gorgeous husband. I appreciate the way his sweat pants sit low on his hips with the barest hint of his trimmed, dark pubic hair showing. Those two muscle lines on either side of his lower abdomen – you know the ones that make smart women stupid. Yeah, they are begging for my attention, as is the dangling length covered by his sweats. As he comes to stand before me, I let my gaze roam up his muscled abs and chest, pausing on the smattering of freckles on his left shoulder.

  I sigh, because my husband is one fine white boy.

  Saturday morning is our day to laze about in bed – talking, reading to each other, making love or just sleeping. We get up early to make breakfast, eat and then head back to bed.

  I know I should have closed the closet door this morning after grabbing a pair of socks for my cold feet.

  He tugs on a strand of my hair before speaking, “So are you going to help me or not?”

  “Help you do what?” My eyes reluctantly look up to his face.

  If he hadn’t got side-tracked by my side of the closet, we would be fucking right now.

  “I thought you were listening.”

  I just shrug and move until I am sitting on the side of the bed. I bring him closer by hooking a finger in the waistband of his sweats.

  “Zoe…,” he says in warning.

  “I thought we were going to spend the day in bed,” I say as I plant a soft kiss above his waistband.

  “We will,” he finally says. I hear the strain in his voice. Probably because I am massaging his balls through his sweats.

  I continue to kiss along his abs, kissing lower and lower until I start running my mouth over his cloth-covered cock. He is already hard and tenting his pants. I enclose my mouth around the tip, sucking hard on the cloth and his cock; leaving a very visible wet spot on the heather gray material.

  I dip my fingers into the waistband, so I can pull his sweat pants down. He lets out a little grunt as I pull them down and his cock pops free. I plant a soft kiss in the short, dark hairs at the base of his cock.

  “Come on Zoe,” he says as he buries a hand in my hair, massaging my scalp ever so slightly. “Let’s tackle the closet and then we can spend the rest of the day in bed.”

  I nip the head of his cock lightly and he lets out a sexy ass moan that is making my pussy wet. I love nothing more than turning my husband on.

  “You really want to organize my side of the closet?” I ask before I suck on the tip of his cock–like it is my own cock-shaped pacifier.

  He doesn’t answer; he just hisses as he grips my hair a little bit tighter and holds my head steady as he slowly guides his cock fully into my mouth. I moan around him as he almost hits the back of my throat. I inwardly smile because I know I have side-tracked him from the closet and we are about to spend the rest of the day in bed.

  However, my husband surprises me. He pulls back – all the way – and his cock leaves my mouth with an audible pop. I watch him carefully cover his hard as fuck cock with his sweat pants.

  He gives me that smart-ass sexy smirk that I love so much.

  “You can have my cock once we have your side of the closet organized.” He says as he pulls me up from the bed and leads me by the hand to the closet.

  Well I’ll be damned. My husband just cock-blocked himself.

  ********

  Charlie – Almost Two Hours Later

  I wander into the TV room looking for Zoe. I think she is pissed because she hasn’t said more than five words to me since we started organizing her side of the closet. For almost two hours, we worked side by side – folding and hanging various items of clothing. Her shoe collection was the biggest hurdle. Even though a nice custom built shoe rack covers the entire back wall of our closet (along with a shit load of clear shoe boxes), my wife’s shoe collection was scattered about the closet floor.

  As I breach the entryway of the TV room, I hang back some, observing her. She is curled into the corner of the sofa, her iPad in her hands. The TV is on, but the volume is so low that I can’t even hear it.

  I love the way her curly hair seems to make a halo about her head. My wife’s hair is something that I don’t think I will ever understand. Most of the time she wears it big and curly – its natural state she says. However, every now and then, she will spend hours in the bathroom straightening it. When it is straight, it hangs to the middle of her back and it makes her look like a different person.

  Both styles look good on her, but to be honest, I prefer the curly one.

  “I thought we were going to spend the rest of the day in bed after we finished the closet?” I ask as I make my presence known and enter the room.

  She doesn’t even look up or acknowledge me; her eyes glued to her iPad.

  I walk over and stand in front on her.

  “Zoe.”

  Nothing.

  She is still giving me the silent treatment.

  I am no longer thinking that she is pissed – now I am sure of it. But I know what I need to do to get her un-pissed.

  I drop to my knees in front of her and run my hand up her smooth cinnamon-brown thigh. She briefly looks at me, her hazel eyes showing slight interest, before quickly looking back to her iPad. I maneuver my hand up to the waistband of her pajama shorts. I tug once, then twice before she shifts so I can pull them down her legs.

  She’s not wearing panties and I plan to take full advantage of that. I use both hands to grab her gently by the hips and pull her lower body forward until her ass is almost hanging off the edge of the sofa.

  She is still looking at her tablet.

  “What
are you doing Charlie?”

  She asks this in a tone as if I am bothering her, but I don’t think that is the case. I move until I am sitting on the floor and prop her right thigh over my shoulder – her pussy is already wet.

  “Well,” I say, placing a lingering kiss on her inner thigh before continuing, “since you don’t seem to want to spend the rest of the day in bed, I thought I would get a bite to eat.”

  I swipe my tongue over her swelling clit before sucking it into my mouth. She is still ignoring me, but the tremor I feel go through her body lets me know that she is not as unaffected as she wants me to think.

  I take a few moments to eat Zoe’s pussy like I know she likes it – obscene sounds and all. I know all is forgiven when her iPad is no longer in her hands and she tunnels her fingers through my hair. I cup both hands under her ass and bring her forward some more.

  Before I can dig in and enjoy my Zoe happy meal, she tightens her grip on my hair and pulls my head up some.

  “I’m still mad at you,” she says before re-directing my mouth back to her pussy.

  ********

  Charlie - Later that Evening

  I awaken to lengthening shadows in our bedroom. Zoe has her head on my chest and is lightly snoring. She only snores when she is worn out. I smile to myself, thinking how I ate her out until she wasn’t mad at me anymore and then took her to bed for an afternoon fuck-fest - showing her no mercy as I fucked her every which way but loose.

  I slowly maneuver myself out of the bed, careful not to wake her and make my way to the bathroom to wash up. I am in the kitchen about five minutes later, poking around in the fridge and then the pantry for something to eat, thinking that I will make something for Zoe and I. For the next twenty minutes or so, I putter around the kitchen making a quick dish of chicken and broccoli Alfredo.

  I am stirring the pan of Alfredo sauce when Zoe walks into the kitchen - looking sexy as fuck in one of my button-down work shirts. I notice that she has a slight limp to her gait as she comes towards me.

  “Hey Zoe Baby?” I say, but it comes out more of a question than a greeting.

  “Yeah?” She answers, coming to stop a few feet in front of me.

  “Are you walking funny?”

  She cocks a sculpted eyebrow at me. She and I both know she is walking funny and we both know why she is walking funny.

  Instead of answering me, she flips me the bird and I bark out a laugh before saying, “I think that is what has you walking funny now.”

  She turns from me, but I quickly and gently grab her arm, pulling her back to me.

  “Did you have a good nap,” I ask her softly against her ear, hugging her close. She nods her head against my chest as she wraps her arms around me. “I didn’t hurt you - did I?” This is something that I worry about from time to time. We both have a little bit of kink us and can get wild in the bedroom. Sometimes, I worry that we take things too far. I never want to hurt my wife - EVER.

  “I’m okay,” she says, looking up at me. “Nothing that a soak in a hot bath won’t cure.”

  I pick her up and move us to the kitchen table where I sit down in a chair and settle Zoe in my lap. This feels like de ja fucking vu as I look up into her beautiful face and remember a scene just like this right after we got married - although I am betting it will end better than it did back then.

  ********

  Flashback - Charlie - Almost Four Years Ago

  “Charlie,” Zoe all but purrs as I slowly kiss up the column of her neck. Currently, I am sitting in a chair at the table in our kitchen. My wife is straddling my lap wearing nothing but socks. I knead her ass as I continue to lavish her neck with slow, wet kisses.

  “The food is going to be here soon,” she pants breathlessly. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  I grip her ass tighter as I grind into her. Zoe lets out a throaty moan as I run my hand up her bare back and grip her shoulder. I still her as I slowly thrust my hips up into her. I can feel her body trembling.

  “Have I ever not finished what I start with you?” I ask huskily. She looks down at me; her usual light hazel eyes have darkened to a deeper, richer brown with flecks of gold. I love it when her eyes get like this.

  “No,” she says softly as I continue to grind into her. “But the food will be he…” The chiming of the doorbell cuts her off and I still.

  Fuck!

  She raises one eyebrow at me as if to say ‘see, I told you’. Zoe reluctantly scoots off my lap and gives me my t-shirt, the same shirt that she helped take off earlier. I watch her pick up her shirt (well actually one of my button-down shirts) and put it back on. I feel a pang of longing as she covers her beautiful tits with white cotton. As she buttons up the shirt, she looks at me with a mysterious smile on her face.

  “What are you smiling at Baby?” I ask her as she continues to watch me appreciatively as I put on my t-shirt.

  “Nothing,” she says looking bashful before she looks down. I get a kick out of her shy act. After all the kinky shit we do together in the bedroom (hell outside of the bedroom too), she can still pull off the shy and innocent look when she wants to.

  I slowly walk over to her. She looks all kinds of sinful wearing my shirt and her curly hair wild. I gather her in my arms and kiss her soft lips; loving the feel and sweet taste of her tongue as she deepens the kiss.

  The chiming of the doorbell rings in the air again. I sigh and mumble against her mouth, “We will finish this later.”

  I give her one last kiss and go to answer the door. I don’t bother to check the peephole and open the door, expecting to see the Chinese food delivery person. Instead, I see the faces of the last two people I want to see - Zoe’s brothers.

  ********

  We have been married almost two months and we’ve yet to inform anyone about our nuptials. I am all for shouting it from the rooftops that we are married but Zoe is reluctant.

  For some reason she is fearful of her family’s reaction. She’s under the impression that they will chastise her for marrying so quickly – deeming it irresponsible. Even though she has known me for most of her life, she only knew the adult me for six weeks before marrying me. I really don’t understand her fear; her family is great and has always supported her.

  However, I considered her wishes and kept our marriage hidden from everyone, even two of my closest friends - who are now standing at the door, waiting to be welcomed in.

  Mother-damn-fuck!

  “Hey, what’s up,” I ask, hoping my voice doesn’t give away how nervous I am feeling right now. Judah gives me a half-man hug as he walks into house, followed by Isaac.

  “We came by to see if you want to hang out tonight. You have been back in town for awhile and we need to hang.” Judah says energetically.

  Judah is the more vocal of the twins. He is always looking for a good time and is generally the ‘life of the party’. Isaac is the laid-back one; quiet and always observing. He gives a slight smile at Judah’s comment.

  “I’m good, but I think I will pass on the going out. I had a long week and I am just going to chill tonight,” I say, hoping they will not sniff out my bullshit lie.

  “Come on, it’s Friday night. All the freaks will be out. It will be fun. When was the last time you got your dick wet?” Jude asks crudely.

  Yeah, that would be a few hours ago when I bent your sister over the back of the sofa and fucked her till she couldn’t stand.

  “It hasn’t been that long,” I say hesitantly. “I just…” I am cut off by Zoe’s voice drifting down the hall.

  “Charlie, where is the food? I’m hungry,” she says.

  Judah gives me a lecherous smile, while Isaac cocks his head ever so lightly, a slight frown marring his forehead as he looks at me with his all-knowing eyes.

  “Seems like you already have plans for tonight,” Isaac says with an odd tone in his voice. I don’t have time to decipher the tone as Zoe rounds the corner. I know the exact moment Zoe comes into view because all th
ree siblings utter the same thing.

  “What the fuck!??!”

  ********

  I don’t know how much time has passed since Zoe has come into view. No one has uttered a word since the ‘WTF’ moment. In front of me, the Twins are gaping at Zoe who is behind me – looking like a deer caught in headlights.

  I can feel Zoe behind me as she cautiously steps forward until she is standing next to me. She places her arm around my waist and speaks.

  “Hey guys - what’s up?” A tight smile that might as well be a grimace graces her lips.

  I quickly focus on Judah as he takes in his little sister’s appearance. I know he is taking in her wearing a man’s button-down shirt – her long coltish legs on display. Her lips are dark pink and kiss-swollen and her hair is wilder than usual; to simply put it, she looks freshly-fucked.

  Judah casts a murderous glare my way.

  “Are you fucking my baby sister?” he asks in a deadly calm voice.

  Zoe removes her arm from around my waist and moves to stand in front of me.

  “No, he is not ‘fucking your baby sister’, as you so eloquently put it, he is fucking his wife,” she says.

  I snake my arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest. I hear her barely inaudible sign of relief as I flatten my palm across her midsection.

  I watch Isaac grab his twin’s arm, as if cautioning him to tread lightly.

  “What the fuck do you mean – ‘wife’?” He angrily asks her all the while looking at me. “Are you telling me you and Charlie are married?” He finally looks down at her.

  “Yes, that is what I am saying.” She untangles herself from my hold and gets up in Judah’s face.

  “Charlie and I have been married for almost two months – deal with it,” she says all the while stabbing her finger into his chest.

  While Judah is fuming, I take a glance at Isaac – he may be the quiet and laid-back twin, but his temper is legendary. He is looking at me as if he wants to take my head off.

  “Do Mom and Pop know?” Isaac asks quietly.

  Zoe shakes her head. “No, I have been trying to figure out a way to tell them.”