Finally . . . Yes!: Book Four

By D. H. Crosby

When you do hear people talking about a happily married couple on TV, 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 the everyday life with all the hassles. My characters are devoted to their families. Their love life is a partnership! There are men and women out there who 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: Mar 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728302430

D. H. Crosby

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Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

M artina said to Nancy, Stop smiling so much! You’re getting on my nerves.

Squinting her eyes and twisting her mouth to one side Nancy with hands on her hips said, You still giving orders? Well, I ain’t taking no orders today because I am on a well- deserved vacation. If it wasn’t for that old CAST of yours, I’d have been on the last vacation that Sugar took you on!

Still mad about that … huh … my kind of woman! I admit I wanted Sugar all to myself, Martina stretched out on the deck lounge chair of the mighty Crystal Coast Cruise ship and smiled at her best friend.

You are an old woman now, and decided finally to include your Partner in this Bahama vacation. Yes, your menopausal phase is setting in! and Nancy cackled as she stretched out in her lounge chair sipping on her umbrella concoction winking at a handsome man walking by.

You are going get yourself thrown overboard, if you keep doing that! I can’t swim with no darn sharks! I have to see my toes at all times when I risk my life for you, Partner. Curtis is eyeballing you. Martina began applying sunscreen to her toes and waved at Phillip and blew him an air kiss.

Mr. Wonderful sometimes needs a reminder of what he’s got. I know what I am doing. He may pick me up any minute to show me who’s boss … but have no fear, Partner. He will be taking me to the boudoir.

Where? Martina sat up and frowned.

Oh my! You do not know French. Look it up. It is you that may get booted overboard. Look at yourself girlfriend your titties are almost hanging out of that bikini. Sugar is going to fall over that railing any minute now looking at them, and she pointed.

Why he could hurt his manhood and then what would you do for a week? Nancy asked after her statement of fact.

Martina grimaced. You’re so right. He may hurt himself on this trip, and she slowly rose and wiggled to adjust the riding up of her boy shorts and bent over to pick up the lotion that she had deliberately drop on the deck.

You are crazy Partner! That is a good man you are trying to kill! You better save it for we ain’t even got to the Bahamas yet! I better start taking pictures for my album of the dead people I once knew. Nancy let out another giggle and snapped some pictures.

They cannot be used in a court of law without my written permission. Blackmail … will not work for another free vacation, and she grinned a fake smile at Nancy.

Martina swayed sexily up to the tall handsome husband of hers and gave him a kiss.

Nancy said, Can’t blame a girl for trying. Hey Sugar, have you seen Mr Wonderful? Nancy knew where Curtis was, but she wanted them all to turn, and look while she winked at the muscle guy behind them.

Then she arose like Queen Nefertiti, regal and bowing to the crowd while adjusting her full swimsuit cover-up. She was wearing a huge sombrero that even covered her shoulders from the brilliant sun beaming down on them.

Martina was shaking her head and laughing, You make a production out of everything. You will never get a sunburn. Trust me on that one!

You think it is funny. I am black, and I do not need a tan like you white people. I do like to pop bubbles though, and grabbed a towel and grinned.

So go on and get burnt to a crisp and bring them to me in my air-conditioned cabin that a friend of mine paid for me and Mr. Wonderful to vacation in. I’ll be inside. I’ll have my straight pin handy. That’s what friends are for! Nancy grinned like Hannibal Lector pretending to pop blisters with an imaginary pin.

Nancy knew what she was doing and when she saw Curtis she said, I solved our problem. Martina will not come near us. Yes, I am damn good. Just got to find me a hat pin!

Curtis patted her hand that she had slipped under his arm for him to escort her to the variety store. He asked calmly, Why may I ask would my lovely wife need a hat pin? and he smiled and braced for the answer.

She in her massive cover-up strutted as if she was regal with her nose in the air responding, It’s not for you Mr. Wonderful so relax. It is to stick Martina with.

Oh thank God! Curtis stopped and looked at Nancy. She’s your best friend. No voodoo dolls that gives me the creeps, and he shivered as if ice was rolling down his spine.

Nancy stopped abruptly and peered at him from under her huge hat and said, That’s it! You are a genius.

True but what did I say that has you convinced? he asked.

You said I do, and she grinned widely and batted her eyelashes at her Mr. Wonderful.

No seriously. I knew you was not going to be able to fine a hat pin down in these Bahamas, then you come up and tell me out of the blue where to find one, Nancy blew him an air kiss.

No seriously what are you going to do with those pins? Curtis was still concerned.

Relax I was teasing Martina that when she gets sunburned, her best friend will go and burst her blisters. For real, she’ll get better faster. They aren’t messing up all my fun on this vacation. I like your idea better. I could just poke the doll instead. Now, buy me a drink.

They had reached the bar and Curtis asked, Name your poison? winking at Nancy. I’m not on duty tonight.

Umbrella whatever and you are on duty every night here! If you drink too much, I’ll send pictures back to the police department. I specialize in blackmail, but you know that otherwise we wouldn’t be on this vacation, Nancy sipped and threw her head back and laughed.

She spit and sputtered as she saw Martina and Phillip standing behind them.

What are you two following us for? We were in conference. Can I buy you a drink? Nancy asked and smiled.

Martina had her hands on her hips and had put a cover-up over her bikini so Phillip would calm down. The drinks are free on this ship, so you can save the generosity. You would actually stick pins in me, Partner?

Sure I would. To save your life. I specialize in the old school of home remedies. You take a match and heat the needle up and … Nancy was blinking. You heard this one before? Nancy said to the crowd that was gathering around like she was the witch doctor spouting a recipe of a cure-all potion or something.

She got up and threw the cover-up at Martina, and her huge hat at Phillip. Standing there looking at Curtis, Take me … I’m yours!

Sorry folks! She’s drunk and I have to take her to the cabin and let her sleep it off! and Curtis flung Nancy over his shoulder and the crowd parted to let him through.

Mr. Wonderful I only had plain old pineapple juice, and she giggled.

I know … but I had to get you out of the hole you were digging yourself in, Curtis said.

I have taught you well. That was as good as a getaway as I’ve ever been a party to! Now let’s cuddled, she went over to the bed and turned around to look at him. But no jumping on this bed. Promise. It is too times too small, and you could fall threw the floor or make a hole for them upstairs to fall on us.

His eyes were looking from ceiling to floor, You are right my little cupcake. I promise to save that for our house only. Now here I come, ready or not!

Martina stood patting her foot. Standing near the bar looking at Phillip holding Nancy’s outfit, She has done it again. Made a well timed exit. How does she do that? BUTTERCUP take me away from this bar. I don’t drink and she is pushing me into ordering one to numb my brain. We have only been on this ship for ONE full day!

I know my Darling. You have six more days of bliss before we return home to our kiddos, and he grinned a devilish smile. Suddenly it changed to a lustful stare as Martina adjusted the coconut bowls she had put over breasts of her bikini top.

She was giving him that come hither look, and he was so thankful that he had Nancy’s sombrero in hand. He immediately placed it in front of himself. Take them with you and head for our room quick. I’ll be right behind you.

Martina burst into tears. She was having flashbacks of the attack. Phillip held her and he could kick himself for saying that. He just remembered she had coffee cups on her breast that horrible day that Martina was attacked from BEHIND and the goons had broken her arm that horrible day.

He picked her up and carried her to their room, kissing her and telling her how much he loved her. She held his neck and stared into his eyes, and she regained her composure.

Will it ever go away? she asked trembling.

I’ll make it go away. Let me hold you and love you until the morning’s light, and he did just that. He made slow passionate love to her and there were no more flashbacks.

Martina awoke having her crooked arm kissed and nibbled.

The arm was the one that the attempted kidnappers had broken several years back. and Phillip had a habit of letting her know how special she was to him. He always stated, I almost lost you that day! All because I went back to get that damn old briefcase. Work will never leave that office with me again. When I am with my beautiful wife, you will be my only priority.

He had never brought his briefcase home again. Always leaving it at the office and giving her his full attention. It was a reminder that life is too short and to treasure every minute.

Martina said, There are other parts that need your attention Buttercup, and she smiled at him.

Phillip said, I know and I am making my way to them to start our day off with a bang! and he grinned.

Every day is going to start with a bang this week. I want my Buttercup to remember this vacation. Do you want to start your day with chocolate syrup or whipped cream? Martina arose from the bed and went to her suitcase.

She had packed both and since he had not helped her pack she stood by the bed with one in each hand for him to choose.

I’ll take both, he sighed. Oh my that feels good.

Your appetite is good for a morning delight. I am impressed. Good thing housekeeping service is at my beck and call. Darling I want whipped cream on my dessert list. I’m placing my order to follow yours encase I can’t speak in an hour. You’ll know my preference, Martina purred.

I know all your preferences, Phillip said as she nibbled his nipple with whipped cream on it.

CHAPTER TWO

T he garage was in full swing and Greg was telling Skylar about an engine part that he needed.

You got to tell me about this brother of Amy’s that has you so upset? I’ve never seen you this mad about anything, Greg asked and was truly concerned.

Skylar was slamming things and he was the one that was always calm, cool, and collected.

Lamas came running in to see what was the matter. Do something Greg before he breaks everything in the shop. The man from Argentina that worked in the garage was frantic and began speaking words of his native tongue.

That no good brother of Amy’s named Robert showed up out of the blue upsetting Amy and my mother-in-law. He hasn’t been seen since her father’s funeral. He is up to no good and I haven’t a clue what his motives are. I got to protect both of them. I need to take the day off and talk to Andrew.

Skylar walked to the phone and called Peter, and told him he needed the day off and why. Peter spoke to Greg at the garage, and he confirmed it. The boy is going to break every piece of equipment. He needs the day off, Boss! Lamas is here, and we can manage.

Peter said for Skylar to go and to call him if he needed anything. I’ll get one of the police officers I know to run a background check on him to see if he is in trouble with the law. If he is as bad as you say Sky, we all need to know how to help you. Okay? Call me tonight with what you find out from farmer Andrew. I know you, and this is important!Tamara will help Amy, too. I will tell her when I get home. We love you, Man! Talk later.

Amy’s mother was married to Andrew, and he was not a happy camper either. The wayward son of Victoria’s was standing in his kitchen and Vickie was crying. No man wanted his wife crying. She could not tell him coherently what the problem was at this point.

Andrew asked Robert, What is this all about? He was clenching his fists that were at his sides waiting for this stranger to answer him.

My mother took everything from me, and left with Amy. As if Amy were her only child. She paid for my college and that is all. Don’t you think I deserved something from my father’s death? I have had to fend for myself. I have no job, and no prospect of one. So Mother of mine … what am I to do? he glared at Vickie.

Vickie could see Andrew was fixing to blow a gasket and stepped between them. I will handle this Andrew. He is my problem, not yours.

You are my wife. If you have a problem, it is my problem. I am looking at a selfish human being. He is your son though, and if he can change his sarcastic mouth and speak to his mother with respect. I will help him … as I would anyone. He will not talk to you in that manner ever again! Is that clear? and he stood toe to toe with Robert and looked him straight in the eyes.

Now apologize to your mother, Andrew was firm and his jaw was twitching.

Robert stood looking at his mother with piercing eyes, and stated as if it was twisting a knife in his gut to say these words, I am sorry if I spoke unkindly, but I need your help. Forgive me for not coming sooner. I have nowhere else to turn. Otherwise I would not intrude on your NEW husband and you.

His father’s suicide had affected him more than Vickie had ever realized. He had been a fun loving sidekick to his father, and they had done everything together.

As a teenager there was nothing her husband Edgar had not given to this boy. He had been spoiled rotten, and he had turned on Victoria, and Amy his sister.

He had not cared about them in the least. He didn’t care whether they were dead or alive either. How they were since the funeral? Not one call. Not one visit. He was too busy partying with his college friends.

He had gotten into the