Honeymoon from Hell III (9 page)

Panting hard, he kept one arm locked around
her and reached out in front of her and slapped his hand against
the tub to stop them from falling forward and slamming into the tub
face first.

“
What…,” she started to
say, only to gasp and have to start all over again, “What was that
for?”

“
Are you complaining?” he
asked, sounding just as winded as she was.

“
God, no,” she groaned,
licking her lips as she shook her head in denial just in case he
couldn’t understand her. “J-just curious,” she managed to get out
on a moan as she pushed back against him, savoring the semi-hard
cock still inside her.

“
To buy us a little
privacy,” he said with a weak chuckle as he kissed the back of her
neck and reached down between her legs to make sure that their
jailers got the message.

Chapter 8

“
I haven’t heard them in a while,” she moaned,
running her fingers through his hair as she rocked her hips lazily
against his mouth.

“
Better to be safe than
sorry,” he said, tilting his head to the side so that he could
slide his tongue inside her.

He heard her chuckle weakly at that even as
she continued to run her fingers through his hair, encouraging him
to keep licking her out. Even if he wasn’t absolutely positive that
her brothers and cousins had stopped coming upstairs unannounced
four days ago, he would still be doing everything in his power to
make sure that they knew exactly what they were doing. He was
making damn sure that they only came upstairs when it was
absolutely necessary and since they’d just dropped off their lunch
and run off like the cowards that they were, Connor had decided to
up his game and buy them a little extra time just in case one of
them got it into his head to come up here and check on them.

“
Oh God, Connor,” she
whimpered through another orgasm, “please, I don’t know how much
more I can take,” she said even as she threaded her fingers through
his hair and kept his head right where it was.

“
Just a little more,” he
promised her, although he wasn’t sure just how much more of this he
could take.

Every single muscle in his body was on fire.
Muscles that he never knew could hurt before were threatening to
unite and kill him if he forced them to keep going, but he didn’t
have a choice in the matter. He needed to keep going, needed to
keep fucking her, needed to make her scream his name even though
her voice had gone hoarse a day or two ago, but it didn’t matter,
none of it did.

The only thing that mattered was getting out
of here and if fucking her day and night to scare off her brothers
and cousins was the only way to do that, then that was exactly was
he was going to do, he bullshitted himself. His sore cock tried to
argue, but the taste of her had his cock hardening and grinding
against the sheets, desperate for relief, but she tasted way too
fucking good to stop.

“
Connor!” she cried his
name as she spread her legs and rolled her hips, riding his mouth
harder and making his eyes roll back in pleasure.

They should be escaping. No, correction,
they should at least be considering the possibility of escaping,
but so far, neither one of them had even mentioned the word, never
mind made an actual attempt to escape. What they did do was sleep,
eat, read, and fuck like it was going out of style.

He should be pissed that they’d done this,
but he just couldn’t find it in him to get angry at his in-laws
when they’d inadvertently given them the perfect honeymoon. Well,
perhaps that was a lie, because when he first found himself locked
up in his bedroom thanks to his wife’s weakness, he’d been pretty
pissed. He’d been furious at being forced to stay trapped in his
house with his wife, but that all changed the moment that he’d slid
his fingers inside her.

Now he couldn’t get enough. He’d never been
so well-rested or sexually satisfied in his life as he had been
these last couple of days and he owed it all to the woman who would
most likely kill him in his sleep one night over a cup of hot
chocolate. As he gave her slit one last lick and began kissing his
way back up her body, he couldn’t help but wonder if the James boys
and their asshole cousins realized that in their attempt to stop
them from going on a honeymoon that they had actually ended up
giving them the perfect one. They had unlimited room service,
privacy, peace and quiet, could sleep in without worry, never had a
reason to leave their bedroom and were free to spend every second
of the day finding new ways to make each other scream in
pleasure.

He couldn’t have planned a better honeymoon
if he’d tried, and he had tried. Apparently, the Bed and Breakfast
that he’d booked them at, which would have been fucking perfect by
the way since it was in an old colonial mansion, next to one of
those working historical national parks filled with old houses
saved from all over New England and the southern states to preserve
our national heritage, had been hit with food poisoning, some kind
of staph infection, an electrical fire and a few other problems
that made him glad that their plans had been changed. Every single
one of the guests had been rushed to the emergency room for one
reason or another over the last few days, making him wonder if
there might just be something to this bullshit tale.

Then again, he thought as he traced a line
from her navel to one incredibly large breast, at this moment he
really couldn’t fucking care less, not when the only thing that
mattered to him in the world was the woman moaning his name and
shifting beneath him, desperate for him to fill her. When she
threaded her fingers through his hair, he let her guide him back up
her body and took her mouth as he slid inside her. They both moaned
as he slowly slid inside her, savoring the feel of her tight, wet
core welcoming him. God, she felt so fucking good. He could happily
spend the rest of his life inside her and that’s exactly what he
planned on doing.

*-*-*-*

“
Breakfast?” came the
hesitant question at a moment that would have normally had her
cringing, but right now those words made her want to kill her
brother.

“
Go away!” she yelled,
struggling to fight back the moan that threatened to break free,
praying that her brother left whatever it was that he’d brought up
and left quickly before Connor did that thing with his hips
and-

“
Oh, God!” she screamed,
earning an approving moan from Connor as he tightened his hold on
her hips and changed the angle so that when he pulled back out, the
tip of his cock would tease the top of her core and drive her out
of her mind.

“
Oh, what the fuck!” one of
her brothers, and she really wasn’t sure which one it was or really
cared, yelled. “I don’t want to hear this!”

“
Then fucking leave!”
Connor snapped as he tightened his grip on her hips and held her
still as he rotated his hips, ripping another moan from her lips as
her fists tightened around the footboard of the bed.

“
Perverts!” her brother
yelled, sounding horrified as the sound of the door slamming shut
vibrated throughout the room, followed by the sounds of someone
running away.

Connor chuckled as she felt him press a kiss
between her shoulder blades. “That should keep them away for a
while.”

“
Mmmhmm,” she murmured in
agreement even as she pushed back, demanding that he continue what
he was doing so that she wasn’t forced to have to hurt
him.

*-*-*-*

Two Weeks Later…

“
You feel so fucking good,”
he groaned, running his thumbs over her nipples as he gave her
breasts a gentle squeeze, encouraging her to keep riding
him.

“
Mmmm,” she moaned in
agreement as they ignored the pounding on their bedroom
door.

“
Let’s go!” Craig snapped,
pounding on the door harder.

“
Your two weeks are up!”
Johnny added with a pounding of his own.

“
We have work to do!” Bryce
added, sounding exhausted, which was understandable since they’d
been pounding on their door for the past three hours, demanding
that they get their asses moving and join the real world, but after
spending the last two weeks in pure heaven he was in absolutely no
rush to give this up.

As far as he was concerned, the outside
world could go fuck-

“
You have until the count
of ten to get out of there,” Mr. James suddenly announced and
before he could make a grab for her and finish what they’d started,
Rory released an adorable squeal, grabbed one of his shirts, pulled
it on, ran towards their bedroom door while pulling on a pair of
his boxers, yanked the door open as soon as she was decent and
muttered, “Sorry, Dad,” with her head down and ran towards the
bathroom where he assumed she was going to take a quick shower and
get ready for work.

He also assumed that the men standing in the
doorway, scowling at him were going to take advantage of this fine
opportunity and beat the shit out of him, drag his body out back
and feed him to Bunny, who just happened to be standing in front of
them, baring his teeth and reminding him that he had to be nice to
the little bastard or his wife would kill him.

Sighing heavily, because it looked like
their vacation was over, he grabbed hold of the sheet, sat up and
wrapped it around himself as he stood up. Ignoring the growling
little bastard and the men, who couldn’t seem to stop glaring at
him, he stumbled his way across the hallway, opened the door
and-

“
Hey!” Bryce yelled in
protest, reaching for him.

-closed the door behind him and locked
it.

Yawning, he dropped the sheet and walked
across the bathroom floor following the trail of clothes, absently
scratching the back of his head as he reached out with the other
hand, pushed the shower curtain aside and joined his wife, who was
shooting him a glare of her own.

Chuckling, he reached for her and pulled her
back against me. “You knew this had to end at some point,” he said
even as he shifted and pushed back inside her, pleased to find her
still wet.

“
I thought they’d give us a
few more days,” she said on a moan as she pushed back her hips and
leaned forward so that she place her hands against the shower wall,
making him chuckle.

“
They took the wall down a
few days ago, sweetheart,” he pointed out.

“
They could have given us
another week,” she muttered with a pout that had him smiling as he
leaned down and kissed her damp shoulder.

“
They’ve been trying to get
us out of the room for days now, Rory,” he said, pressing a kiss to
her other shoulder as he slowly took her from behind.

“
They didn’t need us,” she
muttered pathetically as she greedily pushed back against
him.

“
They’re getting backed
up,” he reminded her even though he’d rather pretend that the rest
of the world could go on without them, but he knew
better.

Work was already piling up, they had more
than twenty people waiting for job estimates, and all of their
employees waiting to hear how the merger was going to effect their
jobs. In other words, it was past time that they returned to the
real world.

“
You’re buying us breakfast
for this bullshit!” Brian snapped, sounding pissy.

Again, not that he could blame him.

The poor bastard had just spent the last two
and a half-weeks playing jailor to them while Connor exhausted
himself trying to come up with new and interesting ways of pissing
him off right along with the rest of her brothers while enjoying
the fact that he’d finally made Little Rory James his.

Epilogue

Four Months Later…

“
I hate you,” Bryce said,
sighing heavily, sounding just as bored with their morning routine
as he was.

“
I know,” he said, handing
his brother-in-law a cup of coffee as he accepted the folder from
Jacob, the little bastard that hated him the most.

“
I hate you, too,” Jacob
decided to add just in case he’d forgotten.

“
Don’t fucking care,” he
muttered, looking through the work plans for the day.

“
I didn’t think you did,”
Jacob said with a haughty sniff as he reached over and pointed
towards the order form that required his signature.

“
And yet, you still bring
it up,” he pointed out, accepting a pen from the little prick who
enjoyed pissing him off and signed the purchase order.

“
I don’t want you to
forget,” Jacob said, accepting the clipboard back as he shot Connor
one last dirty look and returned to his desk, leaving Connor
standing by the door with Bryce, finishing their morning coffee
while they waited for the dumpsters to be placed next to the old
house they’d been hired to renovate.

Renovate, he mused with a sigh and a shake
of his head that his brother-in-law seconded with a sad shake of
his own, because what they were really doing was tearing this house
down to its frame, saving what they could and rebuilding the old
farm house to its former glory. In his opinion this old house
wasn’t worth saving. There was too much damage to the frame and not
enough of the original woodwork to make it worth it, but his wife
saw it as a challenge, so they were here, rebuilding a house for
people with more money than common sense.

He’d explained to them that they could
actually rebuild the same house exactly the way that it once was,
but with all the modern conveniences for about a hundred grand
less. Their client wouldn’t hear of it, because he wanted to save
as much of the original house for the “authentic” feel. It didn’t
hurt that their client was a thirty-two year old tech genius with
more money than common sense. If the guy wanted to pay them an
insane amount of money to save an old frame with termite damage,
who was he to argue?