Honeymoon from Hell III (4 page)

Sure, he could have probably got the message
through to them on that first day, but he’d wanted to make sure
that the lesson stuck. Then again, there was no doubt that by day
two the lesson had sunk in. Day three had definitely done the job,
but he liked to be thorough when it came to making sure that no one
came between him and Rory, always had, ever since they were
children.

Her brothers really should have known
better, was his last coherent thought before Rory reached down
between them and wrapped her soapy hand around his cock and
squeezed. After that he stopped thinking completely.

“
Connor
,” she moaned his name with a dreamy sigh as he moved his
mouth away from hers and began kissing and licking his way down to
the large breasts that he’d found himself fantasizing about more
than a few times over the years. Her hand tightened around his cock
and her breath hitched into a gasp of pleasure when he rolled his
tongue around her nipple before taking it between his
lips.

He licked and suckled on the large nipple
hardening between his lips as he moved forward until he had her
back pressed against the smooth marble wall, right where he wanted
her. He shifted his attention to her other nipple as she adjusted
her hold around his cock so that she could slowly stroke him,
making him groan in appreciation and damn near ending this before
it had a chance to start.

They’d never had a wedding night thanks to
Jacob and his big fucking mouth and unfortunately, they probably
weren’t going to get one now, but he was going to make sure that he
took the edge off just enough so that he could think of something
besides how fucking wet and tight she was going to feel once he
slid inside her. He just needed to take the edge off so he could
think straight, he told himself as he reached down and wrapped his
hand around one shapely calf.

In one smooth move he had her leg hooked
over his hip and his free hand reaching between her legs and-

“
So fucking soft and
wet
,” he whispered reverently without
realizing or really caring that he’d spoke, not when he was sliding
a finger inside her to find her ready for him.

“
Connor
,” she groaned his name as she wrapped her arms around him and
pulled her other leg up and hooked it over his hip, using her hold
on him to bring him closer and letting him know exactly what she
wanted.

Shit!

“
We don’t have time,” he
said, more of a reminder to himself that they really needed to move
their asses before it was too late.

Rory laughed softly, clearly unaware of the
dangers that they faced, and threaded her fingers through his wet
hair again as she pulled him in for a kiss that he was helpless to
deny her.

They had to leave. They had to no matter how
badly he wanted to stay here and give her a proper wedding night,
they had to grab their shit, get in his truck and put some space
between them and this place quickly. He’d make this up to her, he
silently promised her even as he allowed himself to return her
kiss, but only for a moment.

He just needed a minute to hold her in his
arms and maybe let her rub her incredibly wet slit against his
cock, because it felt wrong to stop her and oh, so fucking good
when she tilted her hips down and rubbed her pussy against his
balls. God, that felt fucking incredible, he decided, groaning
loudly as the little tease that he loved sucked on his tongue as
she continued to tease him.

“
We have to go,” he managed
to get out although at the moment he really couldn’t remember why,
not when she was using her hold on him to tilt her hips
and-

“
FUCK!” he roared, unable
to help himself, not when Rory managed to take him by surprise and
took his cock inside her in one smooth move that had his legs
threatening to give out on him and Rory screaming in pleasure
against his mouth.

Oh, God….Oh, God….Oh, God….

They didn’t have time for this.

Not now…

“
Oh, fuck
yes
,” he groaned even as his brain screamed
for him to pull out when she used her hold around him and the wall
at her back to roll her hips and…and…

“
Fucking hell!”
he snarled, knowing that he no longer had a choice
in the matter. She’d made damn sure of that when she slowly slid
her wet sheath down his cock with a slight twist as she tightened
every last muscle in her talented body and threatened to squeeze
him dry.

Fuck doing the right thing, he decided,
knowing that he wasn’t thinking straight and that there was no way
in hell that this night was going to end well for him, but as he
pulled out of her, put her on her feet and dropped to his knees in
front of her, he could honestly say that he didn’t fucking
care.

Before his knees hit the tiled shower floor,
his beautiful wife was shifting her legs apart for him and giving
him easier access. He leaned in, closing his eyes and slowly traced
her wet slit with the tip of his tongue, loving the hungry little
moans that she was making and the way that she threaded her fingers
through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue as she
spread her legs even further apart, giving him better access.

“
Connor
,” came the soft whisper that was barely audible above the
sounds of the water splashing against the tiled floor, but he heard
it and it was enough to have him groaning her name in response as
he forced himself to slowly trace her little clit and greedy core
with the tip of his tongue.

So. Fucking. Sweet, he thought hungrily,
berating himself for forgetting exactly how good she tasted. All
week, when he hadn’t been fucking over the males in her family to
teach them a lesson, he’d been thinking about her, about this,
about the sounds that she made, the way her skin felt against his
and just how fucking delicious she tasted. He’d been close, but not
close enough and for that he’d never forgive himself.

When he slid his tongue inside her,
desperate for more, she gave him a greedy little moan that he liked
so he did it again and again until she was gripping his head and
riding his mouth. He was barely aware that he’d wrapped his hand
around his cock and was stroking himself in time to her groans. All
he cared about was how she tasted and felt against his tongue and
he wanted more.

As much as he wanted to stay there on his
knees and lick her clean, he needed to feel her wrapped around his
cock, squeezing him with every thrust until he thought he’d die
with pleasure. The decision was barely made before he found himself
surging to his feet, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her
around until she was pressed up against the tiled wall. He grabbed
her hips, pulled her ass out and watched with greedy anticipation
as she read his mind and pushed her ass out to him in offering, her
back curving in the process as she reached up and placed her hands
on the wall by her head and gave her ass a little shake in
invitation.

He shifted his feet apart, placed his hands
over hers and pushed back inside her. A startled moan escaped her
as he stood there, closing his eyes and savoring sensation after
incredible sensation as he slowly slid back inside her. She felt
fucking fantastic, better than anything that he’d ever experienced
before and he couldn’t believe that she was finally his after all
these years.

Apparently he was taking too long, because
his bossy wife reached back, grabbed a handful of his hair and
yanked his head down as dropped so that she could kiss him while he
slowly fucked her. He wrapped his arm around her, palmed one of her
large breasts as he pushed all the way inside her as she pushed
back against him.

“
I love you,” she whimpered
in his mouth as he slowly fucked her, thrusting just enough to take
the edge off the overpowering need to slam her against the wall and
fuck her hard until they both were screaming with pleasure and too
fucking tired to care that he’d probably end the night getting the
shit kicked out of him by her seriously, and rightfully, pissed off
relatives.

“
I love you more, Rory,” he
admitted, still surprised at just how good it felt to be able to
say those words.

“
Don’t leave me again,” she
pleaded softly even as she moaned against his mouth before she
turned her face away and pressed her forehead against the tiled
wall.

“
I won’t,” he promised her,
deciding that he would do whatever it took, take whatever beating
that he had coming for what he’d done, anything and everything to
make sure that he kept that promise.

“
Good,” she said, panting
hard on a whimper as she slapped her hand against the wall and
pushed back against him, letting him know exactly what she
wanted.

Unfortunately, he refused to give it to
her.

Thanks to her family’s fucked up tradition,
they’d spent their wedding night apart, which meant that he had to
make tonight special and fucking her against the wall of his shower
was not the way that he wanted her to remember their wedding
night.

He had to do this right and at this moment
doing the right thing was the last fucking thing that he wanted to
do, but for her he would do anything. Somehow he found the
willpower to stop, after he savored one last slow thrust inside her
wet sheath. Gritting his teeth against the pain that it caused him
to stop, he slowly pulled his cock out and pressed a kiss between
her shoulder blades.

“
Connor?” she said, panting
so hard that her body was actually trembling with the need for him
to finish this, but he had to do this right. He had to stay
strong.

“
Let’s do this right,” he
said, forcing his hand away from her breast so that he could wrap
his arms around her and draw her back against him.

“
But-”

“
Let me give you the
wedding night that you deserve,” he said even as he turned her
around in his arms and swept her off her feet, determined to do
this right.

He was going to lay her down on his bed,
start a fire, dim the lights, put on some soft music, grab that
bottle of champagne that he had chilling in the fridge and spend
the rest of the night showing her just how happy he was that she’d
married him.

It was the only way to do this and
unfortunately for him, it also didn’t look like it was going to
happen. At least not if all the large, really pissed off men
standing in their bedroom glaring at him had anything to say about
it.

Chapter 3

“
Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with
you?”
Rory yelled to no one in particular
as the realization that every single one of her brothers and
several of her favorite cousins had just seen her naked and moaning
in Connor’s arms as she begged him to fuck her.

“
What the hell is wrong
with us?” Bryce demanded as he stumbled back and fell over the bed
as he squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his hands over his eyes,
doing his best to block out the sight that had greeted the
interfering assholes when Connor had opened the bedroom door and
stepped inside, completely naked, aroused and carrying her in his
arms.

“
Oh my fucking God, I think
I’m going to be sick,” Jason, the melodramatic bastard that she
loved like a brother, said, gagging and pretty much guaranteeing
that she was going to have to kick his ass after this.

Connor being Connor, simply sighed as he
carried her over to the bed, ignoring the large bastards jumping
out of his way. He made quick work of putting her in bed and
tucking her in even though she refused to lie down. By the time he
was finished, she was sitting up with the sheet tucked around her
breasts and glaring at every single one of her asshole brothers and
cousins, letting them know in her own special way that she was
going to get each and every one of them back for this. Judging by
the glares that they were shooting Connor as he pulled on a pair of
gray sweatpants, they knew it and didn’t give a flying fuck at the
moment, because it seemed that they were focused on a little
revenge of their own.

“
You should have kept
running, asshole,” Johnny said, pushing away from the wall right
around the time that the rest of the men decided that it was time
to do what they came here for.

Connor rubbed his hands down his face and
lazily gestured towards the door. “Let’s just get this over with,
shall we?”

“
And let you out of our
sight again?” Darrin asked, shaking his head in disbelief as he
pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and tossed them
to his twin, who made quick work of cuffing Connor’s hands behind
his back while Connor simply stood there, sighing
heavily.

“
Is this really necessary?”
Connor asked, sounding bored, which for some reason seemed to
really piss off the men in her family.

“
After the hell you put us
through over the last week?” Trevor demanded through clenched
teeth. “You bet your fucking ass it’s necessary, you little
bastard.”

Connor pursed his lips up in thought as he
sat on the edge of bed next to her, somehow managing to take one of
her hands in his so that he could lazily run his thumb over the
back of her hand. “Nobody told you to kidnap me,” Connor pointed
out with a slight shrug as he continued to caress her hand, not
really seeming to care that there were nine large men in the room
who looked more than ready to tear him apart with their bare
hands.

Which of course brought up an interesting
question…