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  Capturing Happiness

  Copyright 2018 Monica Clayton

  Published by M.E. Clayton at Smashwords

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  This book is a work of fiction. The entire content is a product of the author’s imagination and all names, places, businesses and incidences are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), places or occurrences, is entirely coincidental

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  Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Authors_Note

  Chapter_1

  Chapter_2

  Chapter_3

  Chapter_4

  Chapter_5

  Chapter_6

  Chapter_7

  Chapter_8

  Chapter_9

  Chapter_10

  Epilogue

  About_the_Author

  Other_Books

  Contact_Me

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you everyone who took this journey with me!

  Dedication

  For everyone who fell in love with these characters and needed to read their Happily Ever Afters.

  This is for you!

  Author’s Note

  Capturing Happiness cannot be read as a standalone. This is the official end to the crazy land of SMA, Global, Inc. and The Seven Deadly Sins Series. This is where you find out how many children are born out of these insane unions and where you can place your bets on how weird and wild they’ll grow up to be. This is also the beginning of Trystan’s Happily Ever After!

  Happy Reading Folks!

  Prologue

  The Seven Deadlies.

  There's Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, Lust, Greed, Wrath and Pride.

  So which is the worst?

  First, there's Sloth. Being lazy and unproductive can be just as addicting as drugs or gambling. Your mind and body get used to doing nothing, to being nothing. Sloth can make you neglect responsibilities and make you lose value in yourself and others. Laziness can keep you poor, unfit and a burden on society.

  Second, there's Gluttony. Over indulgence. There's a guilty feeling that comes with gluttony. We feel it when we overeat, when we over spend, etc. I think it's safe to say, we've all experienced gluttony at least once in our lives. Gluttony likes to sneak up on you. There's nothing wrong with having just one more slice of pizza...until you find yourself fifty pounds overweight one day, of course. What's the harm in having ten different purses, when you can only carry one at a time? Gluttony will have you overweight and in debt before you even know what’s hit you. The sneaky little bastard!

  Then, there's Envy. Envy can keep you from making any real personal connections in life. I mean, how can you really call yourself a friend if you secretly hate whenever one of your friends find good fortune? Envy can make you detest everything you own and have worked hard for. Your car, your house, your clothes are all perfectly fine...until your neighbor gets a fancier car, bigger house and designer clothes. Envy can eat you up alive. Envy can turn your soul dark. That's no bueno...no bueno at all.

  Now, let's talk about Lust.

  Lust.

  Lust is a motherfucker of a sin. Nations topple because of lust. Families are destroyed because of lust. People become diseased because of lust. Lust clouds the best of judgments. But to be fair, can you name one thing...just one thing...that feels better than sex? The feel of a man's hands on your body, the goose bumps you get when his lips touch your skin, the heat you feel when you know he's turned on by you, the power you feel because you know there is nothing he won't do to satisfy you, that first thrust inside you and let's not leave out the aria of the entire sexual opera...when he makes you cum. What feels better than that?

  Next, there's Greed. Greed can make you shady and underhanded. It can make you so hungry for more, that you go into debt because your neighbors just bought a Lexus, but you're driving a Toyota. Greed tricks you into believing your life is always missing something. It makes you become an episode on Investigation Discovery because you poisoned your husband for his life insurance. Greed has you always feeling empty, and for some, there's almost nothing you won't do to fill that void. When you're greedy, contentment is a false achievement. You will never be satisfied. Never.

  Onto Wrath. Wrath is the equivalent to temporary insanity. You can literally lose your mind when you are in a state of wrath. Wrath will have you destroying property and it can make you verbally and physically abusive. Wrath will have you looking at a life prison sentence because you've gone and murdered someone in the heat of the moment. Wrath will make you unreasonable. Wrath can make you feared by those you love and who love you. Wrath can consume your soul. It's mind numbing to all things good and peaceful. Wrath is a true monster with no rationale. Wrath can destroy everything good in your life.

  Finally, we have Pride. Pride, pride, pride, pride, pride....it sure is a nasty little guy. Pride can cause an insurmountable amount of pain. It keeps you from saying sorry, when you really should. It is the largest killer of relationships around. It makes life harder because you refuse to ask for help and it kills love because you cannot bring yourself to forgive. A lot of people can forgive mistakes, but when all you can think about is how that mistake made you look stupid? Lying, infidelity, neglect, all that can be worked through...humiliation, not so much. Pride can make you walk away from the best thing that ever happened to you. It can also make you lonelier than you have ever been.

  However, despite of all our sins, we can all still find our Happily Ever After!

  Chapter 1

  Avery Christine Ellis-Savage~

  “Nicholas, stop it! Teresa will have my head if I let you mess up my hair and make-up.” I slapped at his wandering hands. “Not to mention your children are in the immediate area. We’ve caused them enough emotional damage to last a lifetime. We don’t need to add to it.”

  “Hey! It’s not our fault they didn’t knock before barging into our bedroom,” he defended.

  I kept slapping at his hands. “No. But it’s our fault we didn’t lock the door!”

  “Awe, come on, Imp. It’s not like they knew what we were doing.”

  “At the time, no. But now that they’re teenagers, they’re very aware of what they walked into that fateful night.” I still managed to blush every time I remembered ‘The Incident’.

  I started slapping at his hands frantically. “Trystan is getting married in a matter of hours! Behave!”

  He pulled his hands away. “How in the hell do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you look so fucking stunning, Imp? You’re being unreasonable.”

  My eyes bugged out of my head. “Unreasonable? Nicholas, I am not walking down the aisle with a wrinkled dress, my make-up smeared and my hair all jacked to hell! Everyone will know!”

  He huffed. “Please, as if they’re not all doing the same damn thing right now?”

  I ignored his accusation as I let Nicholas pull me onto his lap. “Can you believe it? Our sweet Trystan is getting married.”

  He gave me an incredulous look. “Sweet Trystan? You women a
re so blind when it comes to that kid. He’s a ruthless, soulless, unforgiving shark.”

  “Not when it comes to Sabrina or our family. Besides, you have room to talk. Who the hell do you think taught him to be a ruthless, soulless, unforgiving shark?”

  “Julian,” he quickly answered.

  I lifted a brow. “Mmmhmm, of course it was Julian.”

  “Or Chase. You know they’re both slightly unsavory,” Nicholas added.

  I looked him over and finally noticed that he still hadn’t tied his tie and he hadn’t put on his shoes. “Nicholas, will you please finish getting ready? The wedding is going to start soon and we still have to make sure our children are ready and presentable.”

  “I’ll finish getting ready as soon as you put out. And as for our heathens, Christian’s probably running amok with Julez’s twins and Lake is probably somewhere pretending not to like Max.”

  “Yeah, well…there was bound to be some mixing and matching within the brood. We really shouldn’t be surprised by that.”

  Nicholas let out a gasp worthy of a soap opera. “So you’re perfectly fine with our only daughter being kidnapped by Chase’s only son?”

  I looked at my fool of a husband. “So if Lake wasn’t our only daughter, it’d be okay?”

  “That’s not the point, Imp,” he harrumphed.

  “Well, what did you expect? What with the boys not letting any other boys near the girls, who did you expect them to start dating?” I walked over to the vanity to pick up Nicholas’ tie.

  “I expect them to be single forever, as I’m sure so do Julian and Kane,” he answered as he batted away my hands. “Get that thing away from me, woman!”

  “Nicholas Christian Savage, stop being such a man and finish getting ready already. Teresa is going to kill us if we ruin her youngest son’s wedding.”

  Nicholas grabbed me by my waist with his left arm and wrapped his right hand around the back of my neck, holding me firmly in his embrace. “This is how this is going to go, Imp. Either hike that dress up and let me fuck you with minimal disarray, or I’m going to ruin you from head to toe.”

  Well, I’ll be damned.

  Chapter 2

  Nicholas Christian Savage~

  Avery moaned as I gripped her neck tighter and I knew I had her.

  Twenty years later, Avery still turned me on like no one ever had or ever could. We still did our best to keep in shape, but life and age did what they always do. Avery softened more with the birth of 16 year old Christian and 14 year old Lake and she carried faint stretch marks, but the changes her body went through in order to give me my children had just made me hotter for her.

  She never removed the scar on her face from her attack, but it faded a lot with time. When she was wearing makeup, you could hardly tell it was there. I secretly appreciated that she never got rid of it. It kept me from ever taking her for granted. Not a day went by that I didn’t thank God for her.

  “Now hike up your skirt and bend the fuck over, Imp, while I get my cock out so I can fuck the shit out of you,” I growled.

  I let go of her and rushed to unzip my pants as she did what I asked of her. “Nicholas Savage, if you get cum anywhere on this dress, I will murder you.”

  I leaned over her and nipped the shell of her ear. “I promise to cum so deep inside of you, baby, your body won’t lose a single drop.”

  I grabbed the vanity chair and positioned Avery bent over, with her hands flat on the seat and her ass up and out and presented to me for the taking. “God, I never get tired of this view.”

  I made sure her dress was pushed up her back as far as it could go before rubbing the tip of my dick up and down her slit. Male satisfaction flowed through my entire body. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, Imp. Your pussy is soaking wet, baby.”

  Avery let out a small whimper. “I always want you, Nicholas.”

  I slammed my cock balls deep into her hot, waiting heat and it felt like it always does. Her pussy felt like I’m meant to be nowhere else in the world but here inside her. I started pumping into her hard and with every moan she let slip through her mouth I pumped my cock into her harder.

  “Oh, God, Nicholas, please…please fuck me harder,” she begged.

  I tightened my hold on her hips and slammed into her so hard I was surprised the chair hadn’t toppled over. “Jesus, Imp, I love when you beg me to fuck you harder.”

  “Yes, Nicholas, please…”

  I leaned over covering her back until I my lips were a whisper near her ear. “Twenty years later, baby, I still have the need to fuck you like I need to take my next breath. I love you, Imp. I’ll never fucking stop loving you.”

  “Oh, God, Nicholas, I love you too. Jesus, I’m going to cum,” she groaned.

  “That’s it, baby, cum all over my cock. Cum on me like you always do, Imp.” I pumped harder and faster, and when I finally felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, I bit down on the back of her neck and bathed in the sensation of her cunt squeezing and pulsing around my dick. I let out a roar as I unloaded all I had inside her body. I stayed inside her until my dick started to deflate. It gave us, both, time to catch our breaths and recompose ourselves.

  After a couple of minutes I slid out of her and started putting my dick back in my pants. Avery quickly pulled her panties up and smoothed down her dress. “Nicholas, I need to find a restroom and quickly.”

  “Why?” I asked after I put on my shoes and started tying my tie.

  “Because I refuse to walk down the aisle with you dripping down my leg,” she complained.

  I sighed. “Fine, but let’s fix your dress first befo-”

  The pounding on the dressing room door brought me up short, but it was the voices on the other side that guaranteed I’d be in the doghouse. “Mom! Dad!”

  Chapter 3

  Quinn Tamara Erickson-Alexander~

  “We have got to be the worst aunt and uncle in the world, Chase.” I hissed as I dodged around the room trying to avoid Chase. We were technically Trystan’s sister and brother, but because of the age gap, he got to calling us all uncle and aunt, so it stuck.

  “We’re the best aunt and uncle in the world. The others have nothing on us, Q,” Chase pronounced, as if it were fact.

  “Really?” I asked. “I somehow doubt that. We are a couple of hours or so away from our nephew getting married and you’re trying to get in my panties and I’m actually contemplating letting you. I’d say we’re failing Respectable Aunt & Uncle 101 right now.” I really was giving it considerable amount of thought. Twenty years and one son later, Chase still had the power to make me cave to him. Time and age did nothing to take away from his sex appeal. I still craved him like I did when I was running from him.

  “I guarantee you that Sav and Julez are doing their best to get Ace and Iz out of their panties, too. I mean, really, what was Tryst thinking, giving us all private dressing rooms?” he scoffed.

  “And what about all the impressionable teenagers running around?” I was trying to find legitimate reasons to hold him off, but the truth was I didn’t want to really wait until tonight for him to put his hands on me.

  “What about them? Christian is probably with Dante somewhere on their goddamn phones and all the others are probably somewhere pretending their not in teenage love.”

  He was probably right. Our only child, Max, was chasing after Avery and Nick’s daughter, Lake, in the way only a 14 years boy could. Was it bad that they were only 14 but I have already planned their wedding in my head? And let’s just say it’s going to be a fabulous wedding.

  “You’re probably right, but we still have Mom to contend with and she will kill the both of us if I ruin my hair and makeup, not to mention this damn dress.” Teresa Alexander may have aged twenty years, but she still ruled us all with an iron fist. When Chase’s dad passed away five years ago, it had set Teresa free in a way we never saw coming. She even found a companion in George and they were so happy that it was beautiful to see them toge
ther.

  “Awe, come on,” Chase pleaded. “I promise, as my mother’s favorite first born, she’d just want me to be happy.” He reached out and pulled me to him. “And I promise whenever my cock is buried deep in your pussy, I’m very, very happy.”

  His dirty talk never failed to make me wet. I was already rubbing my thighs together trying to ease some of the yearning. “Chase, we can’t do this.” I tried one more time just so that I could feel half-ass good about myself when I walked down the aisle looking freshly fucked.

  “I swear, babe, no one will know. Besides, isn’t everyone supposed to be looking at the bride during a wedding? No one will notice if I leave my handprint across your throat,” he wickedly teased.

  I couldn’t help the moan that escaped, “Chase…”

  He bent down, placed his hand on my right ankle and ran it up my leg over to the inside of my thigh until his fingers were expertly pulling my lace panties to the side. I dropped my head back onto his chest and closed my eyes loving everything this man did to me.

  “What if the kids-”

  He sunk a finger inside my heat as he reassured me. “Max is wherever Lake is, Quinn, and the rest of the kids should be bothering their own parents and leaving us the hell alone so I can fuck your hot, wet cunt, baby.”

  “Mmmm…make sure the door is locked…” Chase pulled his finger out of my body and actually ran across the room to make sure the door is locked.

  I laughed at his eagerness. It’s been twenty years and he still made me feel like I’m all he sees. It’s a wonderful thing, that.

  Chapter 4