Finally . . . Yes!: Book Three

By D. H. Crosby

When you do hear people on TV talking about a happily married couple, it’s usually about who is separating or who is having an affair. I’d like to challenge the everyday housewife to step it up! If hubby wants his wife to be more amorous, then he has to step it up! Why look elsewhere when she is right in front of you? I want my book to be about real married couples and everyday life with all the hassle. My characters are devoted to their families. Their love life is a partnership! There are men and women out there that will be faithful and true! Don’t settle for less than the best! I am promoting . . . sex—yes, within the family! It is the best!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781546270386

D. H. Crosby

no ATA

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PART NINE

CHAPTER ONE

T amara looked at Peter, Now that my little brother is married, I don’t have to come by your apartment as often.

What do mean? he was frowning and squinting his eyes as if to see her more clearly in the sunshine.

You can court me as I have always wanted you to do, she was making it clear to him. No more of this sneaking around, it was not going to happen.

He was dragging his feet after the proposal. For five years, she had played along because she had her obligations to Skylar.

Oh no, not that old fashion mind of yours is at work again? We have been together for five years! He threw the grease gun down, and shut the hood of the car he was working on.

Skylar had learned all he knew about rebuilding engines from this man. He worshiped Peter. He had been there for them when Tamara most needed a male father figure for her little brother. He was a genuine good person and fit the bill.

She truly loved him. He was a fellow police officer that she had fell deeply in love with, and the only man she had ever been with. This was really hard for her, but she had to do it.

That’s the point! You have not been romantic with me for a long time, and you know it!

Tamara paced outside the garage, If you don’t want this any more. Don’t come over!

Tamara be for real! Peter shouted kicking the car tire.

I am a real woman with dynamite glutes, squeezing her buttocks and he moaned. She stared sternly at him meeting his glare, and slapped them.

Damn you are serious! he grimaced like he couldn’t believe it.

She raised her leg and pointed her ballet slipper and touched the headlight on the car twice, You betcha I am! and she swing her leg up and around and started walking toward the Humvee that she drove.

That got his attention. Just watching her move stirred him and he knew she was off of work this weekend.

She jumped up and opened her Humvee ‘s door and said, Farmer’s got a friend that is interested. I thought you should know. You have competition! and blew him a kiss.

He was fuming and took his shirt off and threw it down. Jumped on the hood of the tank. He was six foot two and athletic as she. His jeans were loose, so he was able to accomplish his leap without much effort.

He was staring at her through the windshield and pointed his finger to the ground. Get out and GET OUT now!

She was stubborn, but he was stubborner. She knew he would not get off the vehicle, so she opened the door.

Come and get me because I am not getting out, she sat with her arms folded over her pastel green leotard. She had not changed from ballet class that she taught. Only pulled her jeans on when finally she made up her mind to confront him.

He jumped down and came around. He was sweaty and his chest was heaving. She knew his anger, and she was ready. His muscles of steel were unnerving her. She inhaled deeply.

She started biting her lip, and asking herself why had she pushed so hard because he was all she had ever wanted.

He stood on the running board and took her hips dragging her out. She had held firmly her arms that crossed her chest.

She knew her breast would have hit his chest and that would have been the end of this discussion. She would have melted as always.

Not this time Peter. You will not have your way, she was weakening. His lips were so close and he was moving her across his need.

I agree I have been working a lot, but it has been for us. That ring on your finger says you are mine to any of Farmer’s friends. You are going to be my wife and you know it! he was trying to kiss her.

She had her hands on his shoulders pushing him away which was something she had never done. She licked her lips and closed her eyes.

I admit I have let you forgo all the things a woman expects because I was busy with Skylar. I blame myself for not standing my ground.

Peter was staring at her. I have never begrudged you for helping your brother. I love him, too. But this is not about him, it is about you and I.

He hugged her. Please don’t give up on me. You know I love you with all my heart. You are so strong, I forget you are a woman. I am an oaf! Now kiss me and let’s go shower and have a nice dinner and talk.

And have sex, and then I will be back where I was when I came here because I need you so badly. I am alone in that apartment and I don’t want to be alone. What are you going to do about it?

Come live with me, he said and grinned.

Not let’s get married and live in our home together, she walked back to her tank.

You said come shack up with me, Baby. There is a differ-ence! and Tamara started the Humvee up and drove off.

He was left standing beside the garage with a puzzled look on his face. He was not a stupid man. He had excelled on the police force. He had just completed his degree in criminal justice. He had his on body shop. He admitted to himself that he had focused on all the wrong things and was fixing to lose the best thing that had ever walked into his life.

He remembered the day she walked into the police academy, and sat down beside him. All the guys were falling at her feet, and she had chosen him.

They were inseparable. He had proposed so those fellows would leave his girl alone. She was so shy, and he had helped her build her self-confidence.

She was dynamite in the physical testing at the academy, and he found out she was a ballerina. That is why her discipline skills were so good. He was not so good at discipline, but she had taught him and they had graduated top of their class.

She was raising her kid brother, Skylar. He helped as he could. He liked the kid and the kid followed him, and did everything he did. She had said they couldn’t get married right away.

They had got comfortable with grabbing a rendezvous whenever they could, and it was magnificent. It still was off the Richter scale. He had to do something and do it quick. He did not want to lose her.

He went and showered and put on a suit, no neck tie. Put gel in his short hair and spiked it. Just like she liked it, and splashed Aqua Velva on his neck and face.

Peering into the closet’s long mirror at his blue eyes and said, That man, aught to do it! and he smiled.

He knocked on her door and knocked. Then pulled out his phone and called her. It rang and rang.

Hello, is all she said and he heard talking in the background.

Where are you? Definitely not at home where I am knocking on your door, he was perturbed.

I’m over at Andrew and Vickie’s. Why don’t you come over? It is Skylar’s birthday party, and she laughed at some-thing that someone had said.

Okay I think I will. Stay there! and he hung up. Dang he had forgotten the boy’s birthday. He had never done that. She was right. He had forgotten a lot of things lately.

He swung by the drugstore and got a card and put money in it, and flew to the fancy mansion on the outskirts of town.

Want you come in, the maid opened the door and greeted him. Everyone is out back at the swimming pool. I will show you, follow me.

The colonial plantation house had always been the talk of the town about how beautiful it was. He had never been inside. He had provided security and parked cars for the police department at several of the large parties here in the past.

Tamara had went on and on about it, and he had never LISTENED to her. He thought she was exaggerating about how fancy it was inside.

Nope, she had in no way exaggerated. It was something else.

At the pool he saw her talking to several men and women, and she was in a cocktail dress that he had never seen before.

He forgot how stunning she was. The svelte figure was wrapped in a sea of green that matched her eyes. She had on green eye shadow and makeup on, and three inch heels of gold. Her ballerina bun was now cascading straight black hair to her waist.

She turned and saw him gaping at her, and she ran to him and kissed his lips. I don’t want Skylar to know that we are splitting.

He grabbed her waist and kissed her thoroughly, "We are not. Is that clear. Don’t move are we will be embarrassed. She understood why, but he was going to have to let her go eventually.

The band was playing and he held her tight, and she was smelling his cologne. It is nice to see you are cleaned up for a change and smelling wonderful.

You are right about everything. I wanted to show you at your place, but you were not there, and he grinned.

She knew if she did not play this right, he would slip backwards tomorrow. She put her arms around his neck.

He was still not letting her move her legs. He was closing his eyes, and feeling her body swaying with his. She knew his weakness was her finger in his ear. So she danced and ran her long fingers across his lips and it was growing by the minute.

You had better put your gun back in its holster tonight because a new sheriff is in town, she said as a man pecked on his shoulder.

I’m breaking in. May I have this dance, Tamara? a tall dark stranger was fixing to get flattened.

This is my fiancee. So get lost fellow! Peter was gritting his teeth and she knew he was trying very hard not to lose his cool.

I may later dance with you, but I’m occupied at the moment. Thank you though, and she turned in Peter’s arms and said. It is Skylar’s night. Please don’t make a scene, and smiled at him like she would do to anyone that she was trying to calm at the police station.

Don’t play with me Tamara. I love you. What are you doing talking to me like anyone off the street? Peter stared.

That is the way you have been talking to me for sometime now. I fine it hurtful, but you paid me no mind, and she smiled and laughed as if he had said something funny. Beside you have forgotten how to laugh also. We don’t have fun like we use to, she had said too much and he picked her up and took her to his car, and stood her up on her high heels.

Get in or I will put you in. You want fun. I will show you fun, but not in front of these people!

She got in because it was no way that he would not make a scene. He was driving the wrong way out of town. He was driving to the beach and pulled up to a fancy hotel.

He came around to open the door for her, and lead her into the dining room where he had earlier made them reservations.

Yes Mr Stork, your table is ready!

Tamara was impressed. Peter had planned them a night of dining and dancing. There was a band playing classic slow dance music which he knew she loved.

Do you think I am a caveman and did not hear what you said at the garage? I wanted us to have a night for you to remembered, how much I love you. He kissed her fingertips.

Let’s dance? and he escorted her to the floor and swung her around with expert guidance. He was a master at ballroom dancing.

Tamara was smiling and devouring his mouth with her eyes. They had taken classes when they first started dating, and he had remember how much she enjoyed it. He was surprising her minute by minute.

I went to your apartment to tell you this, but you were not there. That hit me in the gut because you are always waiting for me. That was a sobering fact. I promise tomorrow we will be married, if you will still have me, he swung her a round again, but this time kissed her lips lightly.

She still had not spoken because he had a lot to say and it was best for her to hear it all. This was the first time that he had talked this long and she surely was not going to interrupt.

The more he talked, the more she was rubbing his neck, and inside his chest pocket, and occasionally rubbing her breasts against his suit coat as they danced.

I promise to listen to you because I obviously have not been doing that of late, he was rubbing her back and pulling her closer, and kissing her fingertips.

Honey the music has stopped, and the waiter is impatient for us to order, she was leading him to their seats and he was going to let her talk now.

We will have two steaks, baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, salads with ranch dressing for both and deliver it to our room. What was that room number again, Honey? she was smiling sweetly at the man sitting across from her.

Room 101 in about one hour, we should be there, he held her chair to rise, and held out his arm to escort her to their room. His eyes never leaving hers.

He open the hotel door and neither one could get their clothes off fast enough. He lifted her high in the air and she coiled her long legs around him and he took her on the wall as she was gasping. Then on the bathroom vanity, then finally in the bed.

He grabbed a robe from the closet and answered the door. The cart was rolled in and he told the waiter to wait outside. Peter signed the ticket and bolted the door.

Tamara uncovered her head. Geez has it only been an hour? and grinned. I’m starved, and opened his robe and ...

They were married at eleven A.M. and she said, I do.

I do, he said. We have to go to work!

Nah I called in sick, Tamara said.

Me, too, Peter said and hung a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on Room 101’s door. I told them I was planning on being sick for a week.

Me, too! I told them that I was on my honeymoon and that my new husband had kidnapped me, and was keeping me busy for a week! Do you know what that fool asked me? she said. He shook his head. Does Peter know about this, and she burst out laughing.

He did not crack a smile. He was too busy eating his steak that he had microwaved. Not funny and she was tickling him under his arms and then he said, Maybe a little bit funny! Eat woman you have to keep up your strength.

"I do not have to do push-ups.