The 2014 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection (9 page)

A Sneak Peek at

Jason and Haley’s Honeymoon

           
“You can’t still be mad,” Jason said, wearing that same damn pleased smile that he’d been wearing since the Justice of the Peace had announced that they were married, seconds before he’d made his escape.

            “And yet I am,” Haley said, toeing off her shoes as she pulled her shirt off and dropped it on the floor only to pick it up seconds later and toss it onto the back of the chair in the corner when she remembered that she didn’t have any extra clothes with her.

            “Would it help if I said that I’m sorry?” Jason asked, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the chair as well.

            “Probably not since I know that you’d be lying,” she said, struggling not to smile or let him know just how pleased she really was since it would only go to his head and encourage his kidnapping ways.

            Not bothering to deny it, he chuckled as he pulled his shoes off and tossed them to the side before he made a show of taking off his pants. Normally she would have savored the sight, but she was, unfortunately, exhausted. They’d stayed up talking and having makeup sex until seven o’clock this morning before she’d finally managed to fall into a blissful, deep sleep only to be woken up a few minutes later when she somehow found herself dressed and sitting in Jason’s car.

            She would have returned to his warm, comfortable bed, but by the time she’d realized what was going on, he already been doing ninety down the highway and she’d decided that jumping from the car was probably a bad idea. Slightly concerned that he was kidnapping her, again, and wondering why, she’d started asking questions, lot’s of questions, which were met with a smug smile that had actually intrigued her. Falling back asleep after that had been impossible.

            It wasn’t until he’d crossed state lines and released a happy sigh that she’d started to panic. An hour later that panic exploded into a full-blown anxiety attack when he’d pulled in front of city hall. During the ride she’d briefly considered that he was kidnapping her for an elopement, but just as quickly she’d dismissed the idea as being crazy. Never in a million years had she really believed that Jason was serious about immediately eloping.

            Apparently she should have realized that he’d been dead serious, because as Jason put it, Bradfords don’t fuck around about marriage. According to Jason, and she really wished that she’d known this earlier, once a Bradford had his heart set on marriage he didn’t let anything get in his way, not even the bride. When he’d tossed her over his shoulder and she’d pointed out that he was once again kidnapping her, he’d explained, loud enough for one and all to hear, that she needed to put a ring on his finger since she’d had her dirty, disgusting way with him.

            The Bible Study group, made up mostly of elderly women that had been applying for a vendor’s license for this Sunday’s flea market when Jason made that announcement, had wholeheartedly agreed.

            When he’d carried her over to the city clerk’s window to apply for a wedding license she’d manage to take a deep breath and relax, knowing that they couldn’t get a license without her birth certificate. Since she hadn’t brought hers, she’d figured that it would give them a chance to drive back home and discuss getting married like two rational adults. Once again, apparently Jason had lost his goddamn mind.

            He’d come to city hall prepared.

            Very prepared it would seem.

            Not only did he have her birth certificate in hand, but he’d also had a set of wedding bands that fit perfectly. As it turned out, he had an uncle that owned a jewelry store who had been more than happy to come out and measure her finger while she’d been taking that short nap this morning. It freaked her out a little, but she’d managed to push that aside for another day and tried to focus on convincing Jason that they needed to slow down.

            It wasn’t as though she hadn’t wanted to marry him, she did. It was just that it was a bit sudden and admittedly a bit creepy with the kidnapping, ring measuring, dressing her and somehow getting her into the car all without waking her. She hadn’t wanted him to rush in this only to have regrets ten years down the line and break her heart. She also didn’t want him to think that she was forcing his hand in this with everything that had happened between them over the past couple of days. When she’d explained that to him, he’d very calmly and very rationally set her down on her feet, gestured for her to have a seat in the empty courtroom and then somehow managed to get her down on her stomach across the wooden bench and sat on her legs, keeping her ass right where he’d wanted her.

            She’d tried to reason with him, but he’d ignored her, too busy talking to her grandmother on the phone and promising Grandma that he wouldn’t let her leave the courthouse until she had a ring on her finger. For some reason finding out that her grandmother had been involved in her kidnapping hadn’t come as a surprise. What had surprised her was that Grandma hadn’t insisted on attending the wedding. Apparently all Grandma had cared about was getting the job done.

            Accepting the fact that there would be no reasoning with Jason, she’d stopped struggling and waited for the Justice of the Peace to show up and save her. Ten minutes later he’d showed up, took one look at her and Jason, looked down at their wedding license, hollowly read the word, “Bradford,” dropped everything in his arms, turned around and tried to make a run for it.

            He hadn’t gotten very far before Jared, grinning from ear to ear, stepped in the room and blocked his exit. At that point the Justice of the Peace, who was trembling and looking a tad green, had turned to run to the double doors in the back of the room only to stumble to a halt as about twenty more Bradford males walked into the room. What had happened next had been a bit frightening and not really something that she wanted to dwell on right now, at least not without the aide of a good therapist and some really strong drugs.

            When the trembling Justice of the Peace had finally announced that they were married she’d nearly cried. She couldn’t believe how happy she’d felt to know that Jason was finally hers, for good, but a part of her had felt bad. She’d never dreamed of having a big wedding or anything, but she’d always thought that she’d have a small church wedding with her friends and family. Surprisingly she hadn’t been feeling bad because her parents and sisters had missed her wedding, but because she was actually happy that they had.

            It had made her feel horrible and she’d hated it. It was her wedding day, the day that she’d married the love of her life, but all she’d been able to think about was how upset her family was going to be when they found out that she hadn’t invited them to her wedding. Then she remembered who her family was and that they never would have shown up anyway. Not because they didn’t like Jason, which they didn’t, but because they would have most likely forgotten all about it.

            “You can’t stay mad at me, my little grasshopper,” Jason said, struggling to bite back a yawn as he stepped out his boxers, making her wish, really hard, that she wasn’t so damn tired.

            “You just keep telling yourself that,” she said even though she knew that he was right, but she wasn’t going to admit to that. She started to remove her bra and panties, but decided against it.

            Without another word, she pulled back the covers, climbed in and lay down, praying that he didn’t want to consummate their marriage right away. She hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since they’d left the cottage and that had been a few weeks ago. Since then she’d gone to bed every night missing Jason and unable to sleep. This morning had been the first time she’d managed to sleep longer than ten minutes and that had abruptly ended when Jason had kidnapped her.

            “I missed this,” Jason said, climbing in behind her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer until they were spooning. “I missed you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.

            She released a little sigh of pleasure as she pushed back, snuggling closer to him as she closed her eyes, happy to finally be back in his arms. Within seconds she felt her body grow heavy, her breaths evened out as a sense of peace took over, ushering her into slumber where she would-

            “Are you tired?” Jason asked, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, pulling her away from the sleep that her body desperately needed.

            “What?” she muttered, struggling to make sense of what he’d asked as her body started to drift off once again.

            He chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

            “Sleepy,” she mumbled, hoping that he wasn’t going to make her break out her fists of fury since she’d really hate to have to kill her husband on their wedding night.

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            “Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered, chuckling when she released a little frustrated growl and abruptly turned in his arms to bury her face against his chest.

            With a sigh, he pulled back just enough so that he could take her glasses off, which earned another one of those growls that had him smiling, and reached over and placed them carefully on the hotel room’s side table. As soon as his hand was free he wrapped his arm back around his wife and pressed a kiss against the top of her head.

           
His wife
.

            Christ, he couldn’t believe that he was actually married. Up until he fell for Haley he’d honestly never thought that he’d end up love sick like so many of the bastards in his family, but once he’d kissed her…..

            He was done for.

            He’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, the need becoming more urgent with every passing day until he’d thought he’d die if he didn’t make her his. Then she’d broken his heart, destroyed it completely, leaving him hollow. When he’d left he’d felt like he was in hell.

            He hadn’t been able to sleep, eat or do much of anything except think about her. Every day had been harder than the last. Most of the time he hadn’t been sure how he’d find the willpower to keep moving, to keep taking that next breath, but somehow he had. By the time he’d come back he’d realized something important, he could live without Haley.

            The problem was that he didn’t want to live without her, but if making her happy meant living in hell, he’d been prepared to do it. When he came back he’d been prepared to sell his house, to find a new job and move away so that he would never have to see her again and let her move on. When she’d handcuffed him to the chair last night and he’d been forced to think about her moving on with another guy, he’d lost it. At that point he’d been willing to move heaven and hell to have her. That desperation had led him to do whatever it took to make that happen.

            And now she was his…..

            Smiling, he leaned back just far enough so that he could gently brush his lips against hers, not wanting to wake her up, but needing to kiss her goodnight. Brushing his lips against hers one last time, he moved back only to have Haley release a sexy little moan in her sleep that had him leaning in for another kiss.

            This time when he tried to move away, Haley reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. She kept him right where he was as she returned his kiss, slowly at first. It was sweet a kiss, a perfect kiss so he didn’t rush it, didn’t want to. He continued the kiss, slowly devouring her lips, waiting for the moment when her lips parted and when they did, he deepened the kiss, taking it slow and pouring every ounce of love that he had for her into it.

            She moaned softly as she met him stroke for stroke. He raised himself up, never breaking the kiss and moved over her, holding himself up on one arm as he reached between them and placed his hand between her legs. He cupped her, groaning when he felt her panties becoming wet and gently rubbed his hand over her a few times before he hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties and pulled them down.

            Haley released the hold that she’d had on his hair and reached down and helped him by pushing her panties down until she could kick them off. Still not breaking their kiss, she sat up, forcing him to sit back so that he could help her with her bra. As soon as it was off, she was laying back down, her arms around his shoulders, taking him with her.

            He settled himself between her legs, both moaning loudly when his erection pressed against her wet slit. He shifted until he was putting all of his weight on his right arm and then reached up with his left hand and cupped her breast, gently squeezing it as he ran his thumb over her nipple. He continued to tease her hard nipple as he rolled his hips, forcing his cock to lay deeper between her slit until the underside of his cock was pressed up against her swollen clit.

            She gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as he pressed down harder against her, applying as much pressure as he could without hurting her.

            “That feels so good,” Haley said with a sexy little groan.

            “You like that?” he asked, his voice growing husky as she became wetter, soaking the underside of his cock and sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.

            “I’d like it more if I was on top,” she whispered against his lips with a smile that he easily returned as he complied, rolling over onto his back and taking his wife with him.