Honeymoon from Hell VI (3 page)

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“
Welcome to the Ritz
Carlton,” the concierge said with a welcoming smile as Darrin held
the chair out for his wife, who looked appropriately stunned and
making this moment absolutely perfect.

Not that he’d left anything to
chance.

He hadn’t.

He’d taken his time, planned this trip
perfectly to make sure that none of the Bradford bullshit could
ruin this and on the off-chance that his plans were discovered,
he’d planned ten different trips to fuck with his cousins and
brothers’ heads, sending them on a wild goose chase. He’d made sure
that if anyone found out about his trip to Boston that they would
automatically dismiss it as bullshit for one very important
reason.

The Yankees were in town
and he hadn’t tried to get tickets, something that no
self-respecting Bradford would have been able to pass up. So, if
anyone came across the plans for Boston they’d immediately dismiss
it as a possibility and move on to the fake plans that he’d created
to throw them off. Most Bradfords would never come to Boston unless
they were catching a game between their much beloved Yankees and
the hated Red Sox, but then again, most of them hadn’t married the
woman they’d been in love with for over twenty years.

The only thing that he planned on
focusing on during this trip was his wife. He was going to spoil
her, hold her, make love to her and make damn sure that she never
forgot this trip and the bullshit that his family called a curse
wasn’t going to fucking touch them.

He’d made damn sure of
that.

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“
If there is anything that
we can do for you during your stay, Mr. Bradford, please don’t
hesitate to ask,” John, the bellhop that had been kind enough to
help them with their bags, said as she stood there, staring out the
large crystal clear window overlooking Boston Common.

She’d probably been to Boston a
hundred times in her life, but never once had she been able to see
it like this. It was breathtaking. From here she could see the
entire park and, God, was it beautiful and so much bigger than
she’d imagined it would be.

She’d driven past Boston Common
several times, but she’d never really paid attention, too busy
trying to find a parking spot or yelling at some moron who’d
decided to play chicken with her by stepping in front of her car
during rush hour traffic.

Now as she stood there,
looking out at one of the most beautiful sights in Boston, she
could just imagine what it was like two hundred years ago with
people taking leisure strolls around the common, venders setting up
stands to sell flowers, fruits and sweetmeats. There was just
something so serene about this view, something so perfect, she
thought as she felt Darrin’s arms wrap around her and pull her
close.

“
What do you think?” he
asked as he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and
pulled her even closer, letting her know just how happy he was to
be there with her.

“
I think you’ve outdone
yourself, Mr. Bradford,” she admitted, licking her lips as she
pressed her bottom back against the large erection straining to get
to her, unable to help herself.

“
It’s just the beginning,”
he promised her on a seductive whisper as he slid one large hand up
and covered her large breast, giving it a firm squeeze that had her
licking her lips and deciding that it was a damn shame that they
were going to have to wait until later to enjoy that stroll around
Boston Common.

“
I can’t wait to find out
how wet you are for me,” he whispered in her ear as he reached down
and flicked open her pants.

“
And what makes you think
that I’m wet for you?” she asked with a breathless chuckle as she
shifted her legs apart to give him more room as he snaked his hand
beneath the waist of her panties and cupped her with a groan of
pleasure.

“
Call it wishful thinking,”
he whispered, kissing her earlobe as he slid one long, thick finger
inside her, making her rethink her plans to explore Boston until
later…

Much later…

Chapter 3

God, he wasn’t going to fucking last,
he realized as he slowly breathed out, trying to think about
something, anything else other than how fucking wet Marybeth was as
he slid his finger back inside her.

He took a long slow breath, closing
his eyes and licking his lips as he slid his finger back out just
until his fingertip found the underside of the little hooded bundle
of nerves where he paused so that he could press his erection
firmly against her, needing the pressure so that he could think
straight.

“
Darrin
,” Marybeth moaned, pressing
her curvy ass back against his erection and encouraging him to keep
going.

He didn’t want to keep
going.

He wanted to shove her pants down, rip
her panties off, bend her forward against the crystal clear glass
window and fuck her until his balls stopped throbbing in agony. He
just wanted to slide inside her and fuck her until the only thing
that he felt was pleasure.

She’d let him do it too, probably
scream at him to fuck her harder and even after he grabbed her hips
and did exactly what she demanded, she would start screaming for
more, beg him to fuck her, tell him how much she loved to suck on
his cock, say and do anything to make him lose his fucking mind and
he would love every fucking second of it and so would she, but this
wasn’t the plan.

And he definitely had a
plan.

So, forcing himself to stay on task,
he licked his lips, took a steadying breath and slowly slid his
finger back inside her, noting with a pained groan that she was
even wetter. He licked his lips, imagining just how good she would
taste if he dropped to his knees and buried his tongue inside her,
and kept slowly fingering her.

“
Darrin, please,” she
moaned, pushing back against him as she rode his finger, harder and
faster until she was forced to slap her hands against the
wall.

“
Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” he
promised her as he continued to fuck her with his finger, wishing
that it was his tongue or cock, but before he allowed his mind to
wonder to all the things that he wanted to do to her, he remembered
all of the things that he’d planned on doing to her.

By the time that he was done with her,
she would never have to wonder if he loved her, because he planned
on showing her just much he loved and worshipped her. She would
never have to wonder if he’d reached the point where he’d lost his
fucking mind like every Bradford in love did, because she would
remember this trip and all the ways that he made her scream his
name.

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“
Oh,
God,”
she moaned even as her body screamed
for a time out, but she couldn’t force the words out of her mouth,
not with the most talented tongue in the world sliding between her
folds.

“
So
fucking good
,” he growled against her
pussy, making her breath catch and her back bow as she dug her
heels into the most comfortable mattress that she’d every felt as
his tongue threatened to make her lose her mind for the fifth time
in…

Well, she actually had no idea what
time it was.

Not that she really cared, she had to
admit as she closed her eyes and licked her lips while she enjoyed
the feel of her husband’s tongue as it slid inside her. She lazily
rode his mouth as she lounged bonelessly on the large comfortable
bed, absently running her fingers through her husband’s hair,
encouraging him to continue.

Not that Darrin had given her any
indication that he planned on stopping anytime soon. Actually, if
anything, he looked as though he was in it for the long haul. After
he’d stripped every inch of clothing off her and laid her on the
bed, he removed his shirt, tossed it aside and settled in between
her legs.

She knew that he wanted to end this,
wanted to fuck her, but for whatever reason he wouldn’t take off
his pants or take her up on her invitations to fuck her. If
anything, each time she begged him to fuck her, he would growl
something inaudible against her folds, double his efforts, add a
finger inside her as he ground his trapped cock against the bed,
obviously needing a little relief.

She wasn’t sure what he was trying to
do, but clearly he was trying to do something special for her. She
appreciated it. She really did, she thought as she allowed him one
last mind-blowing lick of her clitoris before she sat up, pushed
him over on his back and leaned across him, smiling when he tried
to stop her.

Licking her lips, she shook her head,
unlatched his belt, yanked his zipper down and freed the part of
him that she craved the most. Groaning, she leaned over and wrapped
her lips around the large, swollen head of his cock.

“
God, yes,” he growled,
surprising her when he didn’t try to take back over, but instead
reached down and freed more of his cock for her greedy little
mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and held it
steady so that she could take his cock deeper into her
mouth.

Moaning, she took his cock as far as
she could in her mouth, letting her tongue tease the underside,
barely aware that he’d rolled her over onto her back, buried his
face between her legs again as he held himself up over her
and-

“
Oh,
God!”
came the muffled scream as he removed
his hand and slid his cock in her mouth the same time he slid his
tongue inside her.

They’d been having sex for many years
and done many things, incredible things that had the power to make
her toes curl in pleasure just thinking about them, but they’d
never done anything like this. She found herself grabbing onto his
hips and holding on tight as he continued to fuck her
simultaneously, guaranteeing that she wasn’t going to last very
long, but judging by the groans that he was making, he wasn’t going
to last very much longer either.

Which as it turned out, was probably
for the best.

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“
You have got to be fucking
kidding me,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief as he laid
there, lying between two of the most annoying bastards alive while
his wife, whom he was now ninety percent sure was no longer
speaking to him, had locked herself away in the most luxurious
hotel bathroom that he’d ever seen.

“
Yet, we’re not,” Jason
said from his right where he sat, wearing a triumphant little grin
that Darrin couldn’t wait to wipe off his face.

“
This is for your own
good,” Trevor, the other bastard, who was currently sitting to his
left, said with a satisfied sigh that only seemed to piss him off
more.

“
How exactly is this for my
own good?” he asked, not bothering to get up, raise his voice or
more in any way for that matter since it was
unnecessary.

“
You know why,” Jason said,
flicking an invisible piece of lint off his shirt as he sat there,
looking a little too cocky for his own good, but that was fine
because Darrin would take care of that in a minute as
well.

“
Enlighten me,” Darrin
said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face as he silently
counted to ten in his head, reminding himself that he didn’t want
to do anything that would get him kicked out.

“
You can’t have a
honeymoon, asshole,” Trevor simply stated as he reached over and
grabbed the In-Room Dinning menu and began perusing through
it.

“
Really?” he asked, closing
his eyes and sighing when he heard the bathtub start in the other
room.

“
Don’t act like this comes
as a shock, asshole.”

“
You’ve been hearing the
warnings since you were a kid, so this really shouldn’t come as
much of a surprise,” Jason said, which reminded him of something
very important.

“
Didn’t, you two assholes,
take honeymoons?” he asked, opening his eyes in time to find both
of his cousins glaring down at him.

“
They were
misunderstandings,” Trevor bit out.

“
Stop bringing that shit
up, you insensitive bastard! I could have died!” Jason snapped,
looking seriously pissed off and making him frown.

Frowning, he looked over and found
Trevor doing the same and looking just as lost, that is until Jason
caught the shared look and had a hissy fit.

“
From the vicious animal
attack!” he shouted as though that meant something to
them.

When they both continued to sit there,
blinking at him and wondering what the hell he was talking about,
he added, “When I had to save my fucking wife from those rabid
animals!”

Trevor frowned. “You mean that cute
kitty and puppy that the Andersons adopted?” Darrin had to ask,
thinking about the sweet little dog and cat that always greeted him
whenever he received a call that brought him to Jason’s old
neighborhood.

“
Cute little kitty?” Jason
repeated back slowly as though he couldn’t quite believe what he
was hearing. “Are you out of your fucking minds? They were
vicious!”