Honeymoon from Hell IV (11 page)

“The trip.”

“Why would I be mad at you for the
trip?” she asked, panting loudly as she continued to shift on top
of him, desperately seeking his tongue.

“Because it was a nightmare,” he
admitted, rewarding her with a swipe of his tongue over her
core.

“Wasn’t your fault,” she said,
finishing with a moan as she stopped shifting so that he could
slide his tongue deep inside her.

“Yes, it was,” he said, when his tongue
slid out of her wet, welcoming sheath.

“No,” panting, “it wasn’t.”

It really was, but at the moment he was
too busy to argue with her. He slid his tongue back inside her and
stiffened it so that she could ride his mouth. She did with
absolutely no hesitation, damn near making him lose it.

“You feel so good, Robert,” she said,
further testing his control.

He rewarded her with a flick of his
tongue that-

“Oh, shit,” he groaned as her sheath
suddenly tightened around his tongue and she started
screaming.

He needed to be inside her, would
fucking die if he didn’t slide inside her soon, but he didn’t move.
He laid there and took it as he gripped her ass and forced her to
ride his tongue harder and faster. She tasted so fucking
good.

“Oh, Robert,” she moaned,
riding him harder, desperate for more. “Oh, Robert,
mmmm
.”

Then she was screaming his name as she
went still on top of him, her sheath tightening around his tongue,
threatening to break it off, but he didn’t give a damn at the
moment. Before she’d finished screaming his name, he had her on her
stomach and was sliding into her throbbing sheath.

“So fucking good,” he groaned as he
enjoyed her wet sheath’s final contractions squeezing his cock as
he slowly thrust inside her.

“Oh, God,” she gasped just as a second
orgasm hit her, completely destroying his control. He reached down
and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up just far
enough so that he could freely fuck her.

He tightened his grip around her as he
placed his free hand on the ground and used his hold around her to
keep her where she was so that he could continue fucking her
hard.

“Oh, God, Robert,” she said, moaning
and whimpering as he slid inside her.

“Love you, minx,” he groaned long and
loud as her sheath greedily held on to him and her large breasts
bounced against his arms with every thrust.

“I love you, too,” she managed to get
out as he pulled back and slammed back inside her before she was
screaming his name again.

This time he happily joined her,
panting and licking his lips as he came inside her.

When he was finished, he dropped on the
blanket beside her and pulled her closer. He kissed the back of her
damp shoulder as he closed his eyes, more than ready to finally
fall asleep and put an end this horrible trip when she said
something that instantly woke him back up.

“Oh, umm, by the way I meant to tell
you something,” she said, still panting as she pushed back so that
she was closer to him as she announced, “I’m pregnant.”

Epilogue

“I love you,” he whispered as he softly
kissed her, savoring the taste of Mrs. Brown’s famous blueberry pie
as he slowly slid inside her.

With that devious little smile that he
adored so much, she leaned up and returned his kiss as she
tightened her arms around his should and used the move to wrap her
legs around him.

“Do you want to go inside today?” he
asked, praying that the answer was no as he continued to thrust
inside her.

“Not just yet,” she said, smiling
against his lips as she added, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Or the day after that,” he threw in,
hoping that she would go for it, because he wasn’t ready to leave
this barn yet.

For the last week they’d stayed in the
barn, sleeping, talking and making love all day and most nights. It
was crazy, but he just couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He was
definitely putting a proper bed up here for their “trip” next year,
he’d decided the other night when he’d rolled over and a had a hard
piece of hay lodging itself in a place that it definitely didn’t
belong.

Christ, he really couldn’t wait to do
this again.

For the first time since they’d married
he could finally devote himself to her without any distractions. He
could make love to her whenever he wanted without worrying about
the boys walking in their room or Mrs. Brown catching them since
the woman seemed to go out of her way to drive him
crazy.

In his opinion, a man should have the
right to bend his wife over the dinning room table and fuck her
whenever the need arouse, but Mrs. Brown felt differently and made
sure that he knew it. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been
forced to pull Elizabeth into a closet, their room and the barn
just so he could enjoy her body without Mrs. Brown finding them,
but not this past week.

He’d been free to make love to his wife
whenever he wanted with absolutely no worries since everyone knew
better than to step foot in his workshop without permission. It
really was the perfect spot, he decided, making a mental note to
find more ways to get her up here in the future.

Definitely needed a bed though, he
decided with a wince as another piece of hay poked through the
blanket and stuck him in the knee.

Elizabeth moaned softly as she began to
kiss her way down his neck, making him lick his lips as pumped
inside her. She felt so damn good. He could happily live the rest
of his life inside her.

“I’m hungry,” she said as she teased
his neck.

“I’ll go see what Mrs. Brown has cooked
today,” he said, not mentioning that he planned on helping himself
to it since they both knew what he was doing, but he felt it was
important not to tell her too much since there was always a chance
that Mrs. Brown would catch him. He just couldn’t bring his wife
down with him, especially now that she was pregnant again, he
thought with a smile.

Another baby…

He hoped this one was a girl with
Elizabeth’s beautiful eyes and generous heart. Then again, he’d
probably wind up in jail in a few years after he killed every man
that dared to look at her for too long. He already knew that she
was going to be his soft spot and he couldn’t be happier. He’d buy
her pretty dresses, dolls and have tea with her every day, making
sure that she knew from the start that she deserved to be treated
like a queen so that she wouldn’t settle for some fucking loser
that he would be forced to kill.

Then again, if he sent her to a
convent…

“Do you think she made bread and honey
butter?” she asked, making him laugh, because the cravings were
already starting.

“I tell you what, if she hasn’t then
I’ll sneak up to our room, get dressed and go into town to get some
for you. How does that sound?”

“Would you be willing to get me some
stew from O’Malley’s to go along with it?” his greedy little wife
asked against his neck as she shifted her hips to pull him in
further.

“If that’s what you-” he started to say
when all his plans for the future were shattered.

“Robert Bradford, you and I need to
have a talk,” Mrs. Brown said, earning terrified squeak from his
minx as she shoved him off, grabbed a blanket and dove behind a
pile of hay.

“And you as well, young lady,” she said
firmly, letting him know that they were both in serious
shit.

“It wasn’t Elizabeth’s fault. I-” he
started to explain only to once again get cut off by the woman who
seemed hell-bent on driving him crazy.

“You need to have a talk with your
sons,” she said, not sounding particularly happy about it. Not that
she ever sound happy, he reminded himself as he grabbed the
remaining blanket and wrapped it around his hips.

“What did they do?” he asked with a
heavy sigh, wondering if he was going to have to apologize to
someone or fix something.

God, he really hoped not, because he
needed to get back inside Elizabeth soon or he was afraid that he
would die tragically.

“Look down,” Mrs. Brown practically
snarled, piquing his curiosity.

Holding the blanket in place, he walked
closer to the and looked-

“Oh, hell,” he said when he saw them,
his sons grinning up proudly at him while Mrs. Brown, who was
covered in what looked like the paint he’d left in the basement,
glared murderously at him.

“I suggest that you have a word with
your sons,” she said tightly as she released the boys’ hands and
walked away, but not before she added, “And I know you’re pregnant,
young lady, so I expect you in your bed within the hour to
rest.”

It didn’t surprise him when Elizabeth
didn’t respond since she was probably trying to convince herself
that Mrs. Brown hadn’t just walked in on them with their boys no
less.

“What do you have to say for yourself,
boys?” he asked, trying to suppress a grin when the boys shot him a
mischievous smile.

“We love you, daddy?” they said in
unison, making him chuckle even as he shook his head and
sighed.

Yeah, he definitely wanted a girl this
time.

*-*-*-*

Present Day…

“And there you have it,” Uncle Jared
finished with flourish as he sat back in chair, looking quite
pleased with himself, she noted, biting back a sigh that would only
make him start all over again.

Darrin nodded firmly as he said, “We’ll
wait,” earning a glare from her, because there was no way that she
was going to wait to go on their honeymoon, not with three babies
on the way. After they were born, it would be years before they got
a chance to go. As excited as she was about the babies, and oh God,
was she excited, she also wanted to have a little alone time with
her husband before their lives were filled with dirty diapers and
mixing up formula.

Uncle Jared nodded, smiling as he stood
up, “Glad to hear it.”

“Thanks for coming by,” Darrin said,
getting to his feet so that he could walk his Uncle out while she
sat there, glaring at his back.

She continued to glare even when they
disappeared around the corner. If he really though that she was
going to let Uncle Jared scare them off from doing something that
they’d been looking forward to over more Bradford bullshit. They
were going and that was-

“We leave for Boston in two days. Have
your beautiful ass ready,” Darrin said as he strolled by the living
room and headed for the kitchen where a big plate of brownies was
waiting for him, making her smile.

She should have known that he’d handle
Uncle Jared, she thought with a chuckle as she grabbed the remote
and turned the television on. She settled back and-

“That fucking bastard ate my
brownies!”

Coming in October
2015

Danny and Jodi’s
Honeymoon…

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