Honeymoon from Hell VI (6 page)

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“
Darrin? Darrin! Put me
down!” she said, wondering why men had to be so goddamn stubborn
when it was obvious that they were in over their heads.

“
No,” he simply said as he
casually strolled down the long immaculately kept hallway and kept
going until they reached their room.

Then with a quick swipe of his
keycard, he had her back inside her room. She’d rather have this
conversation on the way home, but if he wanted to deal with it now,
then that was more than fine with her. They’d have it out now, grab
their bags and head back home where it was safe where she would
probably kick herself a million times for taking this chance when
she’d known better.

Instead of listening to
that nagging voice that told her that this was a bad idea, she’d
ignored everything she knew about the Bradfords, their fucked up
beliefs and decided to risk everything so that she could have a
honeymoon with the man that she loved. Well, if she’d married a
normal man then she probably could have gone on a honeymoon without
worry, but she’d married a Bradford.

She’d known what she was getting into
the moment that he’d blackmailed her into marrying him and had no
one else to blame for this mess but herself. Well, that wasn’t
entirely true. She could blame Darrin, but she just didn’t have the
heart to do it, not only because he’d tried so hard to give her the
perfect honeymoon, but because he’d made every single impossible
dream that she’d had come true.

She loved him so much and even loved
the fact that he was willing to risk being maimed in order to take
her on a dream honeymoon, but enough was enough. It was time to go
home, she thought with a depressed sigh as Darrin put her down,
turned her around and-

“
Oh,
God!”
she gasped, or maybe even shouted
those words, as she suddenly found herself bent over the arm of a
couch, her pants shoved down, her panties ripped off and Darrin’s
cock, hard and thick buried deep inside her.

A loud masculine groan filled the air,
which did not help her focus, but she did her best. At least, she
tried to, but he felt so good sliding in and out of her that she
found it difficult to care that they weren’t supposed to be doing
this and that they should really be doing everything within their
power to get out of this hotel before it fell down around them,
sent them to a hospital and most likely ended with one of them
committed to an insane asylum for life.

Nothing bad had happened yet, and no,
she really didn’t count Jason and Trevor crashing their honeymoon
as a catastrophe since the pain in the asses were always showing
up, but that’s only because they’d been lucky up to this point. She
should have never agreed to come on this trip. She should
have-

“
If the curse was in effect
for us,” he whispered in her ear as he leaned over her, “then I
wouldn’t be able to fuck you right now,” he pointed out in a
possessive growl as her top was suddenly ripped open and she found
her breast in the tender grasp of a large, warm and more than
capable, hand.

“
W-what?” she managed to
say, trying to make sense out of what he was saying as she savored
the feel of his large cock sliding inside her harder with each
stroke.

“
You know how this goes,
sweetheart,” he whispered as he kissed the sensitive spot right
beneath her ear as he twisted his hips and-

“
Oh, God, please don’t
stop,” she begged, licking her lips hungrily as she tried to push
back against him, but his hold on her had her staying still as he
continued to take her, determined to explain to her in his own way
why they were safe from the curse.

Something that he said
triggered a memory of a conversation that she’d heard several times
over the years, but to be honest she wasn’t really focused on
anything else but what Darrin was doing to her and God, did he know
exactly what she liked.

He knew exactly what she liked, how
she liked it, and what needed to be done in order to leave her
begging for more, screaming his name and damn near losing her mind
as he took possession of her body and made her tremble with
pleasure.

“
The curse can’t touch us
twice, sweetheart,” Darrin groaned with a chuckle as he pressed a
kiss against the side of her neck. “We’ve already gone through hell
and back, baby, and survived. We’ve earned this trip, earned this,”
he said, punctuating his words with a hard, deep thrust.

She tried to respond, tried to tell
him that he was wrong, that they needed to leave, but she couldn’t
do much more than moan his name, something that she seemed unable
to stop doing and judging by the way that he moaned right along
with her and quickened his pace, he didn’t want her to stop anytime
soon.

“
We’ve more than earned
this, sweetheart,” he said with a loud grunt as he sent them both
over the edge.

As she lay there, panting and trying
not to fall asleep, she realized something very
important.

He was right.

They’d already been to hell and
back.

There was nothing else to fear,
nothing else to hold them back, and just as soon as she was able to
open her eyes again, she was planning on fully enjoying this
honeymoon from hell with the man she loved.

For those of you who
don’t know about the Chronicles on my website,
www.Rlmathewson.com
and
have always wondered how Darrin and Marybeth finally came
together…

What Really
Happened…

Part I

An R.L. Mathewson
Chronicle

“
This is fucking bullshit,”
Jason said with a murderous glare towards the large man standing in
the doorway of the restaurant they were trying to get into, who
just happened to be glaring right back at Jason with his large
muscular arms crossed over his chest, silently daring Jason to try
and get past him.

Marybeth sighed heavily as she leaned
back against her husband, pleased when Darrin wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled her closer, rewarding her with a kiss
on the top of her head as he no doubt joined in the glaring game.
“He’s never going to let us inside,” she pointed out for probably
the third time that day since her husband and his cousins had
announced that they were going to try to get into the Fire &
Brimstone Pub tonight.

“
Oh, I’ll get in there,
guaranteed,” Trevor said tightly, shooting Lucifer a glare that
only made the larger Bradford’s lips twitch with amusement as he
gestured lazily for them to leave.

“
Can’t we just go to
Burger King?” Zoe asked with a slight wince and a definite pout as
she placed her hand over the large swell of her stomach and leaned
back against Trevor, who absently placed his hand over hers where
Marybeth and Darrin’s babies were growing for them, as his eyes
narrowed dangerously on Lucifer, a look of challenge that most
Bradford boys mastered within hours of being born.

Lucifer simply ignored the challenge,
shot them a wink and turned his back on them, returning to the busy
restaurant that he owned and operated, leaving them there to fume
as they were once again denied entrance into the best restaurant in
town.

It was also the same one that every
Bradford was automatically banned from since the day that Lucifer
had opened the restaurant’s doors. Most of the family, while they
weren’t happy about it, understood. The Fire & Brimstone was
Lucifer’s dream and he’d worked his ass off to make it happen. None
of them would ever do anything to jeopardize his dream, but that
didn’t mean that they had to be happy about being denied entrance
into what was supposedly the best restaurant in town.

They were Bradfords after
all.

“
Are you boys ready to call
it a night yet?” Marybeth asked with a heavy sigh, because yeah,
they’d done this before, spending hours that she would never get
back sitting in this parking lot, waiting for an opportunity to get
past Lucifer’s guard dogs and get their hands on what she’d heard
several Bradfords refer to as, “The forbidden fruit,” several times
over the years.

Personally, Marybeth just
wanted to grab a burger, fries and a shake and go home so that they
could finish putting the nursery together. Since that’s what she
already knew they’d end up doing it in the end, she’d rather just
call it a night and get it over with.

Unfortunately for her, her husband and
his cousins were determined bastards, who had a hard time accepting
a ban that in their minds, they hadn’t earned. They were determined
to get in and every few weeks or so they worked themselves up,
calling this ban an injustice, got together, drove over here, sat
in the parking lot and glared at the restaurant until someone,
usually her or one of the other Bradford wives, got pissed, stole
their husband’s car keys, drove off and had a girl’s night out
somewhere.

Since she’d already reached her limit
with the whole glaring contest, she pulled away from Darrin,
grabbed his keys, walked away from him and jumped in his truck. By
the time that she shut her door and started the truck, the
passenger door slammed shut and Haley and Zoe were buckling up,
apparently having had more than enough for one night as
well.

“
Where to?” Marybeth asked
as she put the truck in reverse.

“
Anywhere that we can get
a meatball pizza and a root beer float,” Zoe said with that wistful
sigh that she usually got when she was pregnant and craving a snack
and yes, sadly a large meatball pizza and a root beer float was
considered a light snack for a woman carrying Bradfords, especially
triplets.

“
Pizza sounds good to me,”
Haley said with a pleased smile that she couldn’t quite hold back
as she added, “And maybe you’ll finally tell us the story behind
how Darrin finally managed to snag you?”

Part II

“
Okay, asshole, spill,”
Jason snapped as soon the SUV pulled away, getting in his face with
the other large bastard stepping up behind him.

Sighing heavily, not only because he
had no fucking clue what they were talking about and not really
caring, Darrin leaned back against the side of Trevor’s truck and
asked, “What now?”

Trevor shouldered Jason out of the way
and got in his face, trying to intimidate him, which was really
just fucking sad. “Spill.”

Cocking a brow, he reached out and
shoved the large bastard back and out of his space. “If you want to
know something, just ask,” he said, really not in the mood for this
today, not when he should be inside the Fire & Brimstone
finding out what his brother had been hiding all these
years.

Selfish bastard, he thought with a
glare towards the restaurant that he was unjustly banned from.
After all the shit he’d gone through over the years for Lucifer and
this was how he repaid him? He could understand banning the rest of
the assholes in their family, but he was Lucifer’s favorite brother
and as such should be inside that restaurant getting fucking
pampered right now.

“
You better start talking
before your wife does, because if I lose this bet I’m going to make
your life a living hell,” Jason threatened, shouldering Trevor back
out of the way so he could get in Darrin’s face.

“
You already do,” Darrin
reminded him as he shoved him back as well.

“
It will be worse,” Jason
promised with a glare.

“
Oh, so much worse,” Trevor
added with the murderous glare that had him rolling his eyes and
wondering what he’d done to deserve to be related to these annoying
bastards.

“
Not possible,” he said,
wondering if Marybeth was going to grab him something to eat while
she was out or if he was on his own.

“
What really happened that
night?” Jason asked just as Darrin pulled out his phone to text his
wife.

“
What night?” he asked
absently, wondering if he should just call a taxi or walk the five
miles home.

“
The night that Marybeth
became desperate enough to settle for you,” Trevor said, making the
decision for him.

A five-mile walk home it was
then.

“
Oh, come on!” Jason called
after him. “Don’t be that way!”

Not bothering to look up from his
phone as he headed towards the sidewalk, he raised a hand and gave
his cousins the finger, which of course amused them.

“
Look,” Trevor said,
chuckling as he caught up with him, “we have a bet going with our
wives, who are even at this moment questioning Marybeth and bugging
the shit out of her until she tells them.”

“
What’s the bet?” he asked,
damn near groaning as he put his phone away and came to a stop so
that he could face his cousins, because he knew that Zoe and Haley
would have the truth out of Marybeth in a matter of minutes if they
played their cards right, which basically meant that Haley sat
there looking sad and hurt and Zoe used guilt and the fact that she
was carrying their children for them to get what they
wanted.

“
Losers have to watch the
kids while the winners get a weekend in New York to catch a game,”
Trevor explained before adding, “and if you help us win this bet,
you can come with us, all expenses paid.”