A Honeymoon from Hell VI
(Darrin and Marybeth’s Odd Tale)
A Smashword’s Edition
by
R.L. Mathewson
Other titles by R.L. Mathewson:
The Pyte/Sentinel Series:
Tall, Dark & Lonely
Without Regret
Tall, Dark & Heartless
Tall, Silent & Lethal
The Hollywood Hearts Series:
A Humble Heart
A Reclusive Heart
The Neighbor from Hell Series:
Playing for Keeps
Perfection
Checkmate
Truce: The Historic Neighbor from Hell
The Game Plan
The Neighbor from Hell Collection I
Double Dare
Double Feature: The Game Plan/Double Dare
Honeymoon From Hell, I-VI
The EMS Series:
Sudden Response
The Cursed Hearts Series:
Black Heart
Misc. Titles:
The 2014 Chronicle Collection
Nonfiction Titles:
How to Write, Publish and All That Good Stuff…
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events described in
this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Edited by R.L. Mathewson, Kirstie Grundy and Denise Navone
Cover designed by Rochelle McGrath
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dedicated to my children, Kayley and Shane, who have been with me on
this journey from day one.
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Dear Reader,
I’d like to start off by saying thank you for all your support and kind words over the
years. It’s because of you that I am able to do be there and take care of my children by
doing what I love. So, on behalf on my children and myself, I wanted to say thank
you.
Now, moving onto to this mini-series. I never planned on writing the Honeymoon from
Hell series. It started off as a Chronicle or two on my website, which is how I continue
giving life to the characters that I’ve created and fallen in love with. When I wrote a
teaser about Jason and Haley’s honeymoon I was hooked and immediately wanted to
write the whole story out as well as the honeymoons for the rest of the Bradfords, but
I wasn’t sure how it would turn out or if it was even something that you would be
interested in reading about.
So, I decided that I would write the series and release it in December 2015 after I was
able to get out the books that I promised you. At the same time iBooks was doing
what iBooks does best, helping self-published authors like myself get a chance to show
readers what they could do. iBooks helped me out, gave me my real break and
honored me with the first title of Breakout Author, so I decided to make my already
busy schedule even busier and write this series early so that I could say thank you to
iBooks for everything that they did to me and release this mini-series early through
them.
Some readers are upset about the wait, and I am sorry about that, but I wouldn’t be
who I am if I didn’t step up and show my appreciation and gratitude to those who
have helped me and my children when we needed help. With or without this early
release through iBooks, this series would not have been released at Amazon.com or
anywhere else before December because of my workload, so please don’t feel slighted,
because that was not my intention.
Now, as for this HFH, you will notice that the prologue is one of the last chapters of
Double Dare. That was done so that you wouldn’t need to go back and re-read the end
of the book to figure out where we left off. It also leaves you with the choice to skip it
and move on to the rest of the story.
With that being said….
I hope you enjoy the Honeymoon from Hell mini-series.
Yours Always,
R.L. Mathewson
Table of Content
Darrin and Marybeth’s Very Odd Honeymoon
(The story of how Darrin and Marybeth finally came together)
Prologue
(Just in case you forgot where we left off…)
“I’m not who-Oh, my God, stop doing that!”
“Then stop arguing with me,” he said, sliding his tongue back inside her and nearly
coming on the spot when he felt her passage tighten around his tongue, desperate to
keep it inside her.
“Bastard!” she gasped as he reluctantly pulled away, but not before he ran his tongue
through her slit one last time.
“You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Marybeth. You’ve always been beautiful,” he
whispered reverently as he slowly kissed his way up her body. “Any man would kill to
have you as his wife,” he whispered against the swell of her breast as he reached down
between them and released his cock.
She moaned softly as he ran his tongue over her large breast and licked her firm
nipple before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking on it as he shifted between her
legs. He slid his cock against her wet slit, loving the way that she wrapped her legs
around his waist and tried to pull him closer.
“I was never meant to be any man’s wife,” she stated so simply on a gasp that he
knew without a doubt that she truly believed that bullshit.
He released the firm nipple from his mouth and continued to kiss his way up, savoring
the sweet taste of her skin against his tongue as he pulled back and slowly entered
her. They moaned as she welcomed his cock, coating it with her arousal as he reached
between and cupped one large breast in his hand when he finally reached his
destination.
“You were always meant to be my wife,” he informed her just as he leaned down and
kissed her the way that she was meant to be kissed.
“You deserve better, Darrin,” she argued even as she moaned.
“I deserve the best and that’s you,” he told her firmly as he pulled back slowly, teasing
them both and making it more difficult with every passing second not to give in and
fuck her hard and fast and put them both out of their misery.
She chuckled even as she tried to pull against her restraints. “Take these off, Darrin.”
Taking her bottom lip between his and gently suckling it, he reached up and placed his
hand over the cuff keeping her right where he wanted her. He brushed his thumb over
the small metal button where the keyhole should be and pressed. The cuff instantly
opened, freeing her hand. He did the same with the other, keeping his thrusts
shallow.
With her hands finally free, she pressed her hands against his chest and pushed. He
rolled over onto his back, groaning when she followed after him. In seconds, he was
back inside her. She pushed back, taking his cock deep inside her as she sat up.
“I don’t want to end up being the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted on a
moan.
“Are you still planning on divorcing me?” he forced himself to ask when all he wanted
to do was to reach up and take her large breasts in his hands and savor the feel of her
wet pussy gripping his cock.
Smiling warmly down at him as she shook her head, “No.”
“I’m not letting you go through this alone, Marybeth,” he swore. “I’m switching my
ticket out and I’m coming home with you. I’m going to take some time off work and
take care of you. After that we’ll take it slow, figure things out, save our money and
start filling out every adoption application that we can get our hands on, but I will be
there with you, Marybeth. No more games, sweetheart.”
She averted her gaze as she stopped moving. “I don’t want you to see me like that.”
“Like what?” he whispered as he reached up and cupped her beautiful face in his
hands.
“Broken.”
Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You’re not broken,
damaged or flawed. Do you hear me? You are absolutely fucking perfect and you’re
mine.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Only you would see a woman that
couldn’t have children as perfect.”
“That’s because you are perfect,” he said, tilting his head so that he could brush his
lips against hers. “Besides, who says that you can’t have children?”
“About twenty doctors including your father and brother,” she said dryly, giving him
hope because for the first time since he’d found out the truth, she didn’t sound like a
small piece inside of her was dying at the reminder that she couldn’t have children.
It gave him hope that one day she’d be able to look in the mirror and see the beautiful
woman that he loved.
“What if I told you that there was a way to have a baby without having to worry
about stretch marks and the disturbing cravings that went along with pregnancy?” he
asked offhandedly as he used his hold on her to get her to start moving again.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, moaning softly as she took over by rolling
her hips, riding him slowly while she waited for an answer.
“Are you going to do that thing with your hips that drives me out of my fucking mind
if I tell you?”
“Maybe,” she said, smiling down at him.
“Do it first.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. You tell me what I want to know and then maybe I’ll think
about doing that thing with my hips,” she said, making him sigh heavily, because
really at this point she should know better.
“Fine, then I guess that I’ll just have to double dare you to do it all while you scream
your undying love for me.”
With a teasing smile, she leaned in and brushed her lips again his ear. “What if I
whisper it?”
“It won’t be the same.”
“And why’s that?” she asked, moaning as she rolled her hips sensually.
“Because my parents have the room across the hall and I would really appreciate it if
you could help me out by screaming my name, your undying love and if it’s not too
much trouble, a few ‘Dear Gods’ wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you could…why the hell are you
laughing, woman?
I’m serious!” he snapped, which for some reason only made her
laugh harder.
Chapter 1
“You’re too good for him,” she repeated with a hug that was probably going to kill her,
but what could Marybeth do?
The woman was right after all.
Besides, wasn’t it considered rude to correct your mother-in-law? If it wasn’t, it should
be, Marybeth decided with a cringe as her mother-in-law continued to show her just
how much she loved her and was going to miss her while Darrin stood there, with his
arms folded over his chest, glaring at them.
“Please don’t go, sweetheart,” she begged. “Just wait a few more months.”
“Mom,” Darrin said evenly, stressing all of his displeasure in that one word.
“She’s not going!” mom practically yelled as she tightened her hold around Marybeth
to the point where she actually feared that she would pass out in a few more seconds.
“I won’t let her go!”
“Sweetheart,” her father-in-law said gently as he placed his arms around his wife and
pulled her away just as black spots began to dance along her vision, “you’re going to
suffocate her and send her to the hospital if you keep squeezing her like that,” Dr.
Bradford explained calmly while Darrin reached over with a bored sigh and put his
arm around her when her legs threatened to drop her on her ass.
“That’s safer than where he’s planning on doing to her!” her mother-in-law cried
against her husband’s chest with a heartfelt sob.
No one needed to ask her who
hewas since she’d been referring to Darrin like that
since she found out that her son was actually going to ignore Bradford tradition and
take Marybeth on a honeymoon before the one year mark was over. Since then she’d
been begging Marybeth to reconsider and even slipped her a business card for a good
divorce attorney, telling her that she was too young and sweet to go through
something like this.
This
being their honeymoon.
“Mom, she’ll be fine,” Darrin stressed with a bored sigh that earned another one of
those rather frightening glares from his mother.
“You don’t know that!” his mother cried a bit hysterically as she held onto Dr.
Bradford, who simply held his wife and rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Yes, I really do,” Darrin said, keeping his arm wrapped around Marybeth as he
reached down and grabbed their suitcase. “We’ll be back in a week,” he announced as
he headed to the door, dragging her along with him as she was torn between coughing
and laughing her ass off.
In the end she settled for a weak mixture of the two as Darrin helped her inside his
truck and she snatched a bottle of water from the console, slowly sipping it as she
tried to stop laughing, but the annoyed little grunts and glares that her husband was
sending her had her smiling as she carefully sipped the lukewarm water.
She considered mocking her husband, for her own entertainment of course, but the
look that he sent her had her rethinking her comments and slowly sipping more water
as she considered her options. As her gaze landed on the large group of Bradfords
standing in front of their truck, trying to stop them from going on this trip, she had to
admit that there were many ways that she could screw with her husband’s head right
now and most likely get away with it, but she had to ask herself…
Was that really the best way to start a honeymoon?
Probably not, but she was going to do it anyway.
“Maybe we should listen to your mother,” she said with an innocent little shrug as she
worried her bottom lip, mostly to stop herself from laughing at the murderous
expression on Darrin’s face.
“We’re. Going,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes on the men determined to stop
them.
“But it feels wrong,” she said in a mock whisper as she let her bottom lip tremble and
her eyes watered as she sat there, toying with her fingers waiting until she was sure
that she wasn’t going to start laughing before she shot Darrin an imploring look. “It
feels so wrong,” she whispered harshly, wrapping her arms around herself. “So
wrong.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” was all Darrin said with a sigh as he put the
key in the ignition and turned it. There were three sputtering sounds as the engine
desperately tried to do its job before absolute silence. They shared a look before
shifting their gaze to the two-dozen Bradfords standing in front of their truck,
blocking their exit.
When they grinned smugly and crossed their large arms over their chests, looking
triumphant as a few of them pointedly looked around at the parked cars and trucks
blocking any further attempts to escape.
They were good and blocked.
There was a small tap at her window, and without bothering to look to see who it was,
she grabbed her duffle bag, threw it over her shoulder and waited for Jason to finish
opening the door for her. Once it was open, she jumped out and headed into the house
where a dozen more Bradfords were waiting, making sure that they got their point
across.
They weren’t going on a honeymoon before the year mark was over.
Sighing heavily, she headed into the house, already knowing that Darrin, who was
understandably pissed since they’d fucked with his truck, was right behind her. She
didn’t bother acknowledging the Bradfords standing in the hall, lounging in her living
room or helping themselves to everything in the kitchen, she simply headed up the
stairs towards her bedroom, promising to strangle any Bradford foolish enough to be
in her room with her bare hands.
Thankfully they all knew her well enough to stay out of her room as well as give her a
wide berth when she was pissed, which she should be right now, but then again, she’d
married Darrin, one of the cagiest Bradfords alive so she had absolutely nothing to
worry about.
She walked into their room, tossed her duffle bag on the chair, climbed onto their
large, comfortable bed and closed her eyes with a sleepy little sigh. “How long?” she
asked, not bothering to open her eyes as she heard her husband walk into the room,
closing and locking the door behind him.
“Two hours,” he said, joining her on the bed and sat back against the headboard with
the remote.
“Perfect,” she said, cuddling into his side as she wrapped her arm around his waist
and settled in for what she already knew was going to be a very enjoyable nap.
That is, until the screams for help and mercy began, but even that didn’t wreck the
enjoyment she’d found from one of the best naps she’d ever had. The sobbing was a
little unnerving, but she’d been to a lot of Bradford get-togethers so it really didn’t
bother her, but it did alert her to the fact that the house was pitch black.
“Ten minutes,” Darrin said into darkness just as she registered the feel of his lips
brushing softly against her temple.
Nodding, she stifled a yawn against her hand and threw her legs over the side of the
bed. She carefully made her way to the bathroom, used the bathroom, washed up and
even had time to brush her teeth before she walked back into the bedroom, grabbed
her bag and headed for the window. She threw the lock, pushed the window open and
tossed her bag out, not bothering to make sure that the coast was clear, because she
knew how her husband worked.
Less than sixty seconds later she was carefully dropping to the ground with a soft
“oomph,” grabbing her bag, she dusted her pants off and headed towards the backyard
where she knew he would be waiting.
She hadn’t counted on all the Bradfords lying on the ground, moaning and bitching,
but then again, it wasn’t as though it was really all that unexpected. Shifting the bag
over her shoulder, she carefully stepped over Bradfords curled up and bitching and
made her way to the silhouette of the man leaning against the fence, waiting for her.
“What did you do?” she asked, smiling as she handed her bag over to him.
“Do you really want to know?” he asked in a seductive whisper that made it
impossible to care about the big babies curled up on the ground, begging for medical
attention while others were begging for pot roast.
“No,” she said, shaking her head with a smile as she reached up and wrapped her
arms around him, “I’m good.”
“Help…us…,” Jason? said, but she simply ignored him, leaned up and kissed Darrin’s
chin before she stepped back, grabbed hold of the top of the chain-link fence and
climbed over it and headed towards the woods.
Before she made it to the path, Darrin was there, taking her hand in his and leading
her through the pitch black woods and towards the car he’d parked three streets over
the other night as their backup just in case his brothers and cousins tried to pull
something like this.
Sure, she felt bad that they had to do it, but sometimes there was no other way to
deal with a Bradford other than to temporarily maim him or distract him with food
and since they hadn’t bothered to go grocery shopping since last weekend…
Well, she was sure that they’d be okay eventually.
Chapter 2
“Did you get me some?” he asked the greedy little thing as she tossed another package
of Snow Balls into the hand basket he was carrying.
“No,” she simply said with apopas she pulled the lollypop that she’d been suckling on
out of her mouth so that she could stick her cherry red tongue at him with a wink.
He sighed heavily even though they both knew that she was going to share every last
delicious morsel with him. She loved to tease him and heaven help him, but he fucking
adored it when she did it. So, like the dutiful husband that he was, he followed her
from the junk food aisle to the beverage coolers and began adding bottles of water,
chocolate milk and soda to the basket without sparing him a glance and moved on to
the ice cream cooler where she grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and carried
it with her as she stepped in line to pay.
“Are they still calling you?” he asked, coming up behind her so that he could place his
hand on her hip as he breathed in her intoxicating butterscotch scent that she wore
every now and then just to drive him out of his fucking mind.
“Yes, yes they are,” she said, reaching into her pocket and pulled out her phone and
held it up so that he could see that she had over a hundred missed calls and texts
waiting for her. “Have they tried calling you yet?” she asked as she put away her
phone and grabbed a King-size Almond Joy candy bar and tossed it in the basket.
He chuckled as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “No, they know
better,” he said with a boyish grin that made her wish that they were somewhere
alone so that she could show him just how much she liked that smile of his.
“They’ve given up all hope of talking any sense into me so now they’re going to rely on
your fear of dying in a horrifying, tragic death to talk you into calling this honeymoon
off for another year,” he explained as he placed the basket on the counter and began
unloading all the junk food that they’d grabbed.
“I see,” she murmured as she added a bag of peanut butter M & Ms to the large pile of
obscenely fattening food that they would probably end up devouring in less than an
hour.
He chuckled as he pulled out his wallet. “I’m sure you do,” he said, pausing to kiss her
cheek as he paid for their snacks with cash since he knew better than to leave any
paper trails that his family could follow.
“Time to shut that phone off,” he said with a pointed look towards her phone.
With a sigh, because she was really going to miss screwing with all his brothers’
heads, she promised herself that she could always sneak on later and post an ominous
photo on Facebook later to screw with his family later, knowing just how much she’d
hate herself if she let an opportunity like this one pass her by.
“You know they’ve probably already reported my car stolen, don’t you?” she pointed
out as she looked up just in time to see a police cruiser drive by her parked car for the
fifth time in the last ten minutes.
“They reported it stolen two hours ago,” Darrin said with a wink as he paid for their
things, waited for them to be bagged.
“I see,” she said, not at all surprised that his family was going overboard considering
the family’s history.
She’d heard and seen some pretty fucked up things over the years happen to the
Bradfords, some that had frightened her, some that even managed to give her a
nightmare or two over the years, but nothing that she’d heard or seen had been
enough to scare her into rethinking this honeymoon. Besides, she was with Darrin, a
trained police officer as well as a Bradford that seriously enjoyed fucking with people’s
heads so she felt completely safe no matter what the “curse” threw at them.
“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Darrin said, grabbing their bags as he reached down and took
her hand in his.
Curious to see what he had planned next, she allowed him to lead her out the front
door, past her car and down the street where a black livery car was parked. Without a
word, the gentleman driving the vehicle stepped out of the vehicle, opened the back
passenger and murmured, “Good evening, Mr. Bradford,” with a polite smile.
Admittedly impressed that he was on top of his game, she climbed into the car,
curious to see where this night was going to end.
*-*-*-*
“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.
*-*-*-*
“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.
“Whatdoyouthink?”heaskedashebrushedhislipsagainstthenapeofherneckandpulled
herevencloser,lettingherknowjusthowhappyhewastobetherewithher.
“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.
*-*-*-*
“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.
*-*-*-*
“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!”
“Sure they were,” he said dismissively as he reached up and scratched his bare chest,
wondering if he should call room service and ask them to hold off on delivering that
romantic dinner he had planned until later.
“They were!” Jason snarled.
“Can we fucking focus?” Trevor asked, probably just as sick of hearing about that
fucking kitty scratch as he was.
“Please,” Darrin said, hoping they’d just get to the point so that he could throw them
out.
“The point is,” Jason said, pausing to glare at him as he pointedly settled back against
the pillows to get more comfortable, “you knew what you were risking when you
planned this trip.”
“And you knew that we would have to stop you before anything seriously fucked up
happened,” Trevor said with a resigned sigh.
Chuckling without humor, he shook his head in disbelief as he turned to Trevor and
asked, “You’re a little late, don’t you think?”
Chapter 4
“They’re gone.”
“Don’t believe you,” she said, not bothering to open her eyes as she raised her foot and
turned the water off.
“That hurts, Marybeth,” he said with a hiss as she felt him climb into the deep tub
behind her, “that really hurts.”
“I’m sure it does,” she said, shifting forward so that he could join her and since she
didn’t need to open her eyes to do that, she decided to keep them closed.
It was a good plan, she decided as she sat back against Darrin. She could go through
life without opening her eyes. At the very least, she could probably get by without
opening her eyes when she was around his family, because after what his cousins had
just walked in on there was no way that she was ever going to be able to look them in
the eye again.
Not that she really had to worry about Trevor or Jason opening their mouths and
telling anyone what they’d walked in on, not only because Darrin would kill them, but
because Bradfords didn’t do that. They would never say or do anything to purposely
embarrass a woman, especially someone that they cared about.
That didn’t change the fact that they’d walked in on her doing an interesting sixty-
nine position…while screaming Darrin’s name…while she’d had her lips wrapped
around his cock…begging him to keep fucking her…while grabbing onto his ass and-
Well, it really wasn’t important what she was doing when those two large bastards
had walked in on them. What was important was that she was going to have to
divorce Darrin now, which was unfortunate now that she’d decided that she was going
to keep him.
But, really? What other choice did she have?
“It’s fine,” Darrin promised with a kiss and what sounded suspiciously like a muffled
chuckle, which wasn’t exactly comforting at the moment.
“It’s really not,” she muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest and sat there in
the incredibly comfortable tub, pouting.
“I see,” he mumbled thoughtfully as he laid his arms over hers and pulled her closer.
“Good. Then there’s no need to explain the need for a divorce then,” she said, sighing
with relief as she felt herself relax in his arms.
“A divorce is definitely the only way to go at this point,” he said, sounding serious and
making her lips twitch with amusement, damn him!
“Good,” she said with a firm nod, glad that was over with so that they could move on
with the rest of their lives and pretend that this never happened.
It was sad and she would miss him, but it was for the best.
God, she really was going to miss him, she thought as she relaxed back against him. It
was such a shame to have to move on after all these years, she thought as she spread
her legs when she felt one of his deviously large hands slid down her stomach and
trace his fingers above her slit.
Knowing that this could very well be the last time that they were together, she
decided with a moan of pleasure as she titled her head back, reached up and ran her
fingers through his hair, giving it a small tug so she could kiss him as he traced her
slit with his finger.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned against his lips as he leisurely teased her slit, taking his time
and helping her forget what his pain in the ass cousins had walked in on barely an
hour ago.
“Do you like that?” he whispered as he allowed his fingertip to tease her slit.
“Yes,” she whispered with a groan as she placed her hand over his and moved it
further down between her legs and with a simple shift, slid his finger inside her.
“Why don’t we take this back to the bedroom?” he suggested even as he slid his finger
inside her.
“You don’t like it in here?” she asked, shifting so that her bottom rubbed up against
his erection.
“I like it in here just fine,” he said as he continued to finger her, “but I’d like it better
if I could do this on the bed where I could feel just how wet you are for me.”
“You can feel just fine,” she said on a moan as she rode his finger, moving her other
hand over his free hand and placed it on her breast, right over the hard nipple that
needed his touch.
He chuckled even as he groaned while his very capable hand took over and gave her
breast a good squeeze, allowing the hard nipple to slide between his fingers. “You’re
going to make me ruin the surprise,” he admitted as he rolled his hips beneath her,
rubbing his cock against her ass as he slid a second finger inside her and gave her
breast a squeeze that had her breath catching in her throat, making it difficult for her
to want to leave the bathtub, but she had to admit that she was also intrigued about
the surprise to refuse.
A few minutes later, she realized that she definitely should have refused as well as
considered Googling a good divorce attorney.
Or a hitman, whatever.
*-*-*-*
“Marybeth!”
“Rot in hell, you lying son of a bitch!” she snapped from the other side of the bathroom
door where she’d locked herself shortly after she’d spotted his surprise.
Or rather, what was left of it.
“This isn’t a good sign,” Trevor, the asshole that he should have killed when he had a
chance, said from his left, where he stood, devouring the plate of chocolate dipped fruit
while the asshole to his right was sipping from the five hundred dollar bottle of
champagne that he’d ordered to go along with the romantic dinner that his asshole
cousins seemed to have inhaled before the tray made it inside the room.
“You may want to consider marriage counseling,” Jason said solemnly as Darrin stood
there, wearing nothing but a towel as he glared at the bathroom door.
It was either glare at the bathroom door or kill his cousins and since his Lieutenant
would probably frown upon keeping him on staff after he’d murdered the bastards, he
continued to stare at the door, praying that his rage didn’t cause him to do something
that he’d regret later…much later.
“Why. Are. You. Here?” he ground out, barely able to get the words out without giving
into the need to beat the shit out of his cousins.
It was just so damn tempting…
“Well,” Jason said, finishing off the bottle of champagne, “we decided that your theory
was bullshit.”
“I see,” he murmured absently as he reached for the doorknob to the bathroom,
hopeful that she’d unlocked it since the last time he’d checked so that he could join her
in there and pretend that his asshole cousins weren’t doing everything in their power
to ruin what should have been the perfect honeymoon.
“Looks like the honeymoon’s over,” Trevor said as Jason nodded in agreement.
“You might as well pack it up and go home,” Jason said, sighing heavily.
“When you get home, I would seriously look into marriage counseling.”
“Bastard!” Marybeth snapped from the bathroom where she was most likely planning
his demise.
“You shouldn’t have to take this abuse,” Jason, the most unhelpful bastard that ever
walked the earth, said with a sympathetic shake of his head.
“You really shouldn’t,” Trevor agreed distractedly as he returned his attention to the
tray of food that they’d already picked clean.
“Why are you here?” he found himself asking hollowly as he tried to figure out what
he could have possibly done in another life to deserve this fucked up existence.
“To keep you safe,” Jason explained with a shrug as he gave up keeping him company
in front of the door and decided to throw himself across the large comfortable bed that
Darrin had made plans for.
“I’m fine,” he snarled, still staring at the door, terrified that if he looked away, even
for a second, that he would give into one of the many fantasies racing through his
mind right now and beat the shit out of his cousins, but the words that his mother
used to say to him when one of his brothers or cousins used to piss him off.
There’s no guarantee that a jury would understand that they pushed you to do it. So,
please think twice before you kill one of your brothers or cousins.
It wasn’t much, but it had kept him from doing something that he’d eventually feel
bad about, after a decade or two and some dirty looks from his mother and aunts,
from killing the annoying bastards, but that little speech that his mother had drilled
into his head might not be enough to save his asshole cousins.
Not today.
“Get the fuck out,” he said, clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from doing
something that sounded completely reasonable right now.
“Just as soon as you pack your shit and go home,” Jason mumbled sleepily from where
he was curled up on the bed.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he bit out coldly, keeping his glare locked on the door.
“Then neither are we,” Trevor said with a shrug as he strolled over to the bed, shoved
Jason over, grabbed a pillow and curled up, making it clear what he had to do.
Chapter 5
“You son of a bitch!” Jason snapped as Darrin…
Well, she really didn’t want to think about what Darrin was doing to Jason or why
Trevor was handcuffed to the bed. The only thing that she cared about right now was
getting home and putting an end to this nightmare.
Taking advantage of the fact that her husband was busy brutalizing Jason, she
quietly tiptoed across the room, sending Trevor a sympathetic wince and headed for
the door. Swallowing hard, she reached for the doorknob and-
“And where do you think you’re going?” the painfully familiar voice that had brought
her so much pleasure over the years asked.
From. Right. Behind. Her.
“Home?” she said, hating the way that her voice shook as she said it, but she couldn’t
help it.
She’d just seen what he did to his cousins and she knew exactly what he was capable
of doing to her. As much as she’d been looking forward to spending the entire week in
bed with her husband, she hadn’t planned on doing that while he tormented her,
bringing her to the cusp of orgasm over and over again just to leave her hanging and
screaming for more.
If she couldn’t have this perfect honeymoon that Darrin had planned for her, and she
really wanted to stay, then she would rather just go home to her comfortable bed,
stash of Hershey Kisses and sleeping in the next week only to periodically leave the
bed to order pizza and Chinese food and tell herself that it was just as good as the Ritz
Carlton. That was the plan, but the man standing behind her apparently had different
plans.
“That’s actually a good idea,” he said, surprising her.
“Wait…what?” Jason asked, temporarily forgetting the fact that he was handcuffed to
the frame of the pullout couch to throw them a questioning look as though he didn’t
quite believe Darrin.
“I said,” Darrin started to explain only to pause as he grabbed his bag, “that we’re
going home.”
“Why?” Trevor asked with a suspicious glint in his eyes as he stopped trying to free
himself from the handcuffs keeping him locked to the bedframe to share a telling look
with Jason.
“Because,” Darrin said, pausing long enough to pull some clothes on, “that’s the last
place that anyone is going to look for us. So, I figure we have a good week free of
assholes so that we can enjoy some peace and quiet.”
“If that’s true then you have no reason to keep us here,” Jason said, pointedly yanking
on his cuffed hand.
Darrin shrugged as he attached his holstered gun to his ankle. “Except that it would
bring me such joy to know that you’re stuck here.”
“You…bastard!”
“Oh, but don’t worry,” Darrin said, grabbing their bags and gesturing towards the
door, “I made sure to switch the room over to your credit card.”
“You mother fu-”
Before Jason could finish that lovely sentiment, Darrin had her in the hallway and
was shutting the door behind them with a satisfied sigh while she was trying to tell
herself that this was really what she wanted. A nice relaxing week at home was
better than nothing.
It was fine.
Absolutely fine.
*-*-*-*
“Are we taking the train home or a bus?” Marybeth asked with a forced little smile as
she stood next to him, waiting for the elevator and pretending like she didn’t care if
they had to go home and call an end to their honeymoon.
“Neither,” he said as they stepped into the elevator.
“A rental car?” she absently asked as he reached over and pressed the button for the
tenth floor.
“No,” he simply said, shaking his head and wondering if she really knew him at all.
He’d planned the perfect honeymoon and he was damn well going to make sure that
she had it. When the elevator stopped at the tenth floor and he gestured for her to
step out, she did, but not before throwing him a curious look. He tilted his head to the
side and gave her that bad boy smile that he knew she loved so much.
“Did you really think that I’d let my cousins wreck our honeymoon?” he asked as he
leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, biting back the groan as his body
stirred, demanding that he stop playing all the fucking games and take her before he
lost his goddamn mind.
As much as he wanted to shove her up against the nearest wall and fuck her raw, he
couldn’t. This was their honeymoon, a once in a lifetime opportunity to show her
exactly how much he loved her, how much he appreciated the fact that she’d married
him, not that he’d really given her much of a choice, meant the world to him.
To that end, he was going to give her the most romantic week of her life even if it
killed him.
*-*-*-*
“So…,” Marybeth began only to stop when she realized that she really just didn’t
know what to say as she stood there in the middle of the king suite that her husband
had apparently booked in addition to the room downstairs.
“So...,” Darrin said with that mischievous smile that she loved so much as he reached
for her. “Why the two rooms?” he asked, reading her mind.
“Well, I was wondering about that,” she admitted, returning his smile with one of her
own as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she leaned into
him.
He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to kiss her. “I’m a
Bradford, sweetheart.”
“Meaning…?” she asked, teasing his lips as she ran her fingers through his short hair,
enjoying the silky strands as they slipped through her fingers.
“Meaning,” he said, pausing to brush his lips against hers, “that I know exactly how
quickly they can fuck everything up. So, I made sure that I was prepared.”
“By renting two suites?” she asked, trying not to frown at the thought of how much
that must have cost them.
This was their honeymoon and she shouldn’t be worried about costs, but she couldn’t
help it, not with the babies on the way and the fact that she was taking a year off
from working fulltime so that she could be a stay-at-home mom. Money was going to
be tight for a while. They would be okay, but with three babies on the way, a
mortgage and only one income, it was hard not to think about how much this week
away was going to cost them.
“Stop worrying,” he whispered against her lips. “This trip isn’t costing us a dime.”
“Because you found a coupon for two free suites at the Ritz?” she asked dryly, nearly
whimpering when he gently nipped on her bottom lip for teasing him.
“No, brat,” he said, chuckling as he kissed the tip of her nose.
“Then how exactly did you manage to swing two suites for free?” she asked,
continuing to twirl her fingers around his hair.
“The first one, which we will call Decoy Suite A was paid for with Jason’s credit card,”
he admitted, taking her by surprise, because she’d honestly thought he’d been kidding
about that.
“Why Jason’s?” she asked, trying not to think about how warped the Bradford mind
really was, because it was actually kind of terrifying if she thought too long about it.
“Because,” he said, leaning down so that he could press a kiss against the sensitive
spot just below her neck, “the bastard went to Harvard so the odds were in his favor
that he was going to figure out my plan first. Besides, he’s the most persistent bastard
so I covered my bases.”
“And this second suite?” she asked as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes as he
continuedhissensualassault.
“Is a belated wedding present from your brother,” he said, sounding rather distracted
as he continued to kiss her.
That surprised her, not that Jake would do something sweet for her, but that he
would be okay with Darrin taking her on this honeymoon since he’d been raised on the
same Bradford bullshit stories as she had. While she’d believed them to a certain
extent, putting the blame for their seriously fucked up honeymoons on poor planning,
bad timing and Bradford stubbornness, she also believed that all those honeymoons
from hell happened because they expected the shit to hit the fan.
When you were brought up believing that you would have a fucked up honeymoon if
you took it before the year mark was over, it was going to screw with your brains and
cause you to make choices that would make those warnings eventually come true.
She’d chosen to take this chance with Darrin with a clear head, knowing the family
history and exactly what could happen if they made every move in an effort to avoid
this supposed curse.
Jake on the other hand…
While he may not be related to the Bradfords or have to worry about this “curse”
biting him in the ass one day, he was definitely a believer. Whenever a Bradford bit
the big one and finally settled down, Jake was always there, placing bets on just how
fucked up the honeymoon would get. He’d made a lot of money over the years, lost a
lot as well, but he always found amusement out of watching another Bradford get his
ass kicked by the curse.
That is until she married a Bradford and the full implication of what that meant hit
him. He’d been adamantly opposed to her going on a honeymoon, had threatened to tie
her up and keep her locked up in their mother’s basement until the year mark was up.
He’d even come over and had a shouting match with Darrin, which had actually
terrified her enough to grab the phone and start calling Reese, Darrin’s twin, and
father to stop them from killing each other. Before she got the chance to hit “send,”
her husband and brother had quieted down and were even chuckling, which shouldn’t
have frightened her, but it did.
An hour later, Jake had walked out of Darrin’s office, gave her head a patronizing pet
on the head with a grin and left while whistling a jaunty tone. She’d wondered about
that, had actually had a few nightmares about it since, but had simply put it out of
her mind when the Bradfords decided to talk Darrin out of taking her on this
honeymoon. Darrin hadn’t been able to talk his family out of letting it go, and
honestly hadn’t tried very hard, which made her wonder what he’d said to Jake to
change his mind.
She knew that she should just let it go and be happy that her brother had let it go,
but…
She really needed to know.
“What exactly did you tell my brother?” she asked, stepping back just far enough so
that she could look up into his handsome face as he explained exactly how he’d
managed to pull this one off.
Darrin chuckled as he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Nothing much.”
“Nothing much?” she repeated back slowly, knowing that he was full of sh-
“I just reminded him that we’d already had our very own fucked up honeymoon so
there was absolutely nothing to worry about.”
Chapter 6
“We did?” she asked in a tone that sounded suspiciously as though she was questioning
his sanity, which was probably appropriate considering that she was sending him a
matching look that said the very same thing.
It definitely wasn’t a look that he believed a loving, devoted wife that worshipped the
very ground that her husband walked on should be sending him, he mused, deciding to
forgive her, because that was just the kind of husband that he was.
God, he really was too good to her, he thought with a pained sigh as he rewarded her
disloyalty with another one of those teasing kisses to the tip of her nose simply
because he knew it annoyed the shit out of her before he explained what she should
have already figured out.
“We did.”
“Was I there or did this ‘honeymoon’,” she said, pausing to make air quotes around the
word honeymoon before she continued, earning his displeasure and making him
reconsider grabbing the last set of handcuffs that he had and cuffing her beautiful ass
to the toilet for treachery, “or did it all happen in your head?”
“You were there,”he said evenly as she glared at her, seriously considering spanking
her even knowing that it would result in the violent removal of his balls.
“Really?” she asked slowly, giving him a bored look that told him everything that he
needed to know.
She was about to ditch his ass for room service and a hot bath.
Glaring at the traitorous little thing that he wanted to fuck so badly, he bit out,
“Florida.”
When her lips pulled up into an adorable frown, he considered risking his balls, but
when her frown turned confused he decided to give her another opportunity to make
this up to him for doubting him.
“You mean your family trip?” she asked with a look that said it all.
She thought he was out of his fucking mind, but that was okay with him since that
was the way most Bradford wives looked at their husbands most days anyway. Since
it was good news, he decided to forgive her as he pulled her into his arms and kissed
her forehead.
“Yes, our trip to Florida,” he agreed, knowing that she would quickly comprehend his
meaning so that they could move on and get back to the perfect honeymoon that he’d
planned for her.
Correction, the perfect makeup honeymoon that he’d planned for her since the first
one had been seriously fucked up, which of course was to be expected since he was a
Bradford and taking a honeymoon before the year mark always ended in disaster.
Since they’d already taken a honeymoon that had ended horribly for them and
everyone involved, they were untouchable on this trip.
They didn’t have to worry about any of the normal Bradford cursed honeymoon on this
trip. There would be no muggings, food poisoning, trips to the hospital, identity theft,
missing limbs, worries about getting hit by a cab, or attacked by a group of rabid
squirrels, because they’d already been through that hell.
No, this trip was going to be fucking perfect.
Not even the annoying assholes currently locked up in the suite downstairs could ruin
this. They’d already paid their dues and now, they were going to enjoy this trip.
“How exactly did that count as our honeymoon?” she asked when it should have been
obvious.
“Because that was the trip that we took after we got married,” he explained to her
anyway, even though, really she should have been able to figure this out on her own.
“You mean after you blackmailed me into saying ‘I do,’?” she asked as though there
was really a difference.
“Yes,” he said with a tired sigh, wondering why it was taking her so long to show her
appreciation.
“I see,” she murmured thoughtfully as she pulled away from him and wrapped her
arms around herself.
“Do you?” he asked with a grin, deciding that it was time to focus back on their
perfect honeymoon.
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured, throwing a nervous glance around the room as she
headed for the door, pausing only long enough to grab her bag as she grabbed the
door, threw it open and rushed out of the room.
“Where the hell are you going?” he demanded as he hurried after her.
“To get home before it’s too late,” she said, shooting another nervous glance over her
shoulder as she rushed towards the elevator doors.
Sighing heavily and shaking his head in disgust, mostly at himself, he grabbed her
and threw her over his shoulder, wondering why women had to be so damn difficult.
*-*-*-*
“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,
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’twejustgotoBurgerKing?”Zoeaskedwithaslightwinceandade initepoutasshe
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
boysmasteredwithinhoursofbeingborn.
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.
“Anywherethatwecangetameatballpizzaandarootbeer loat,”Zoesaidwiththatwistful
sighthatsheusuallygotwhenshewaspregnantandcravingasnackandyes,sadlyalarge
meatball pizza and a root beer loat was considered a light snack for a woman carrying
Bradfords,especiallytriplets.
“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.”
A free trip to watch the Yankees?
No Bradford in his right mind would be able to pass that up, which is why he rubbed
his hands roughly down his face as he said, “Okay, this is what happened…”
Part III
Darrin’s Side of the Story…
The night that it all began all those years ago…
“I’mhungry,”Darringrumbledashetossedtheremoteonthecouchcushionnexttohimso
that he could rub his hands down his face with the hopes that the small movement would
somehowgivehimtheenergytostayawake.
“Me, too,” Marybeth said next to him as she laid down on her side and laid her legs
across his, using him to get more comfortable as she released a small yawn and curled
up, “I’ll take Chinese food. Thanks.”
“Why are you telling me?” he asked absently as he sat back and placed his hand on
her knee, using any excuse to touch her, which in his book made him fucking pathetic,
but what else was he supposed to do when the woman that he loved only saw him as
the pain in the ass brother that she never really wanted.
It made him feel really fucking special, he thought dryly as he gave in to the need to
gently caress her knee with his thumb.
God, he was fucking pathetic.
“Because you’re going to order the food and go pick it up. Thanks,” she said around
another yawn as she reached down and picked up the pillow that she’d used last night
when she’d crashed on his couch and made herself more comfortable.
“Yeah, I’m really not,” he said, deciding to use their exhaustion as an excuse to hold
her.
He laid down on his side behind her, loving the fact that she shifted forward to make
room for him, and curled his body around hers, promising his needy cock a cold shower
if it misbehaved and gave him away.
“You really are,” she said she placed her arm over his rested over her side and began
absently tracing shapes on his arm.
“I’m really not.”
“Would you like to place a bet on this?” she asked with a sleepy little sigh as she
settled back against him, putting his ability to control his cock to the test.
“Sure.”
“Loser buys dinner?”
“Sure,” he said as he struggled to stay awake.
When she didn’t answer, he stopped fighting and let his eyes close as he told himself
that this was enough. He wished he could believe that, but he didn’t. It would never
be enough until she was his, but every day, about a thousand times a day, he told
himself this lie, hoping that it would help him get through one more day.
But in the back of his mind, he knew that it would never be enough.
He wasn’t sure that he could keep bullshitting himself for much longer. God, he loved
her, he thought as he tried to ignore the ache in his chest and gave in to the need to
press a kiss against the back of her neck. When she settled back against him so that
there was no space between them, he nearly groaned.
“Goodnight,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he promised himself that one day
things would change.
Part IV
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Do not push back. Do not push back. Do not push back. Do not push back,” Marybeth
told herself as her fingers dug into the couch cushion beneath her while she struggled
to ignore the incredibly large, hard erection that brushed against her bottom anytime
Darrin shifted.
Which was a lot.
God, he felt so good, too damn good.
No, this was wrong. It could never happen, because he was her best friend and
deserved better than to be stuck with a woman that couldn’t give him…give
him….umm…oh, God, that felt good, she thought, biting back a moan of pleasure as
that freakishly large erection pushing against Darrin’s zipper brushed up against her
bottom again.
She should get up and return to her own apartment, she told herself, but for some
reason she didn’t move. Maybe she was a masochist? she wondered as Darrin shifted
in his sleep again, making her gasp as she reminded herself how wrong this was.
He was her best friend.
He wanted a family.
He deserved to be a father.
He deserved-
To cup her boob and pull her flush against him. He groaned in his sleep softly as he
shifted, rubbing that erection that she was desperately trying to pretend was a
flashlight against her bottom caressed her, making her nipples harden and making it
even more difficult for her to do the right thing. She needed to get up and get out of
here before they did something that they were going to regret.
Okay, so she might not regret it immediately, especially since she’d fantasized about
him making love to her for as long as she could remember. He’d been her first crush,
the first man that she’d ever fallen in love with and most likely would be the only man
that she ever loved.
She just couldn’t do this to him, to make him think that they had a future when she
knew that she couldn’t give him the kind of future that he deserved. She had to do the
right thing. She was going to get up, walk back to her apartment and take a very long
and very cold shower and if that didn’t work, she was going to head into work early
and lose herself in her work.
That was the best plan.
Or at least it would have been if Darrin hadn’t pulled her even closer and palmed her
breast in a way that made it difficult to take her next breath, never mind get up.
“Marybeth,” he groaned in his sleep as he kneaded her breast and ground his erection,
that she could swear had actually gotten bigger in the last few seconds, against her
bottom.
Okay, that was it.
It was definitely time to put an end to this before-
He kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver with desire as his hand abandoned
her breast and slid down her stomach and-
“Oh, God,” she gasped, unable to take it any longer.
Telling herself that this was for the best, she went to sit up, but somehow found
herself turning around and facing Darrin, who used her new position to place her on
her back and settle between her legs as he continued his sensual assault.
She wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes and tilted her head back, took a
deep breath and decided to end this here and now before things got out of hand.
“Darrin, stop.”
Part V
“Darrin, stop.”
The words sent a chill down his spine as he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at
the beautiful woman beneath him. He felt his stomach drop as dread slammed into
him.
He’d just seriously fucked up.
God, he couldn’t believe how badly he’d just fucked up. All these years of struggling to
stay in control, forcing himself to act like it didn’t tear him apart when she saw other
men, that he didn’t want to kill every last fucking one of them with his hands, but
he’d somehow always believed the bullshit that they meant nothing and that one day
she would realize what they had, but he’d just ruined everything because he couldn’t
keep his fucking dick under control.
“I…,” he opened his mouth to apologize? To explain how fucking badly he wanted her?
That sometimes he thought he’d fucking die if he didn’t find out how it felt to slide
inside her and now he’d just ruined everything. He closed his mouth, swallowed and
tried again, but the look on her face said it all.
He’d just ruined everything.
“Oh…fuck..no,” he whispered hoarsely as he slowly pulled away and climbed off the
couch, unable to look her in the face and terrified that if he opened his mouth right
now that he’d fuck this up even more. He needed to get away from her right now
before it was too late.
He wanted her so fucking badly that if he didn’t leave the room and put some space
between them right now then he was going to do something that he was going to
regret and there was no doubt that he was going to fucking do something incredibly
stupid if he stayed. Not because he would regret touching her, finally tasting her,
because he would never regret that, but he would never forgive himself for pushing
her away.
No matter how much he loved her, and God, did he fucking love her, she was his best
friend and no matter how badly he wanted her, he couldn’t risk losing that. He just
couldn’t risk losing her. It was the same goddamn reason that stopped him every
fucking time he grew the balls to finally do something about it and tonight would be
no different.
He’d back off, give her space, try to convince himself that neither one of them was
ready to take this step and risk over twenty years of friendship for something that
could blow up in their faces. He’d tell himself that he needed more time, needed to
make sure that she was ready, that this wasn’t a mistake, and they weren’t going to
ruin everything.
Time.
They just needed more time, he promised himself as he clenched his jaw shut tightly
while he looked at the beautiful woman staring back at him. Her breaths were coming
quickly as she closed her eyes while he tried to force himself to leave her, but he
couldn’t.
He just couldn’t.
Part VI
Nothing happened, she told herself as she curled back up on her side and faced the
couch, terrified that if she moved or said something that she would make things worse
and Darrin would go away and-
She swallowed hard as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend that she wasn’t
terrified that today would be the day when Darrin finally have enough and leave her
before-
Before what?
There was nothing that could ever happen between them. She’d made sure of it and
now she was lying here in the dark, feeling sorry for herself and praying for
something that she knew could never happen. He deserved better than to be tied down
to the one woman who couldn’t give him what he wanted more than anything and she
deserved to live a life where she could open her eyes every morning and look at herself
in the mirror without feeling like the most horrible bitch around for ruining his life.
Keeping her eyes closed, she listened as Darrin continued to stand there, wondering
what he was going to do. Part of her hoped that he would climb back on the couch,
curl up behind her and tell her that nothing else mattered. Another part of her hoped
that he would do the right thing and walk away, start putting some real distance
between them and end this before she was forced to do it, but she knew that he would
never hurt her and push her away no matter how much better off they’d both be if one
of them had the balls to finally end this thing.
That left it up to her to do the right thing, something that she’d been struggling to
find the courage to do since she was fifteen. Maybe tonight was finally going to be the
night where things happened for the best. He’d finally get sick of being brushed off,
move on and she’d be happy for him, she told herself as she clenched her jaw so tightly
that it actually hurt right along with the muscles in her body rebelling at the idea of
walking away from Darrin once and for-
She choked out the words, “Oh my, God,” but she wasn’t sure that she’d managed to
get the words out or even knew how to say them. Not that she was really all that
concerned with her vocal abilities at the moment. Although, she vaguely thought,
maybe she should ask him why he was taking his pants off and shoving his boxers
down, revealing a part of his anatomy that seemed very excited to see her.
She should definitely be looking away right now, she tried to tell herself, yet no
matter how many times she chanted that mantra in her head she couldn’t seem to get
around the fact that her best friend, the man that she’d been in love with for more
years than she could count, was completely aroused, naked and had somehow
managed to pull her pants and underwear down before it registered in her mind.
“Oh my God,” she was able to get out, somewhat coherently this time when he ducked
his head between her legs and traced her wet slit with his tongue.
If there had been any concerns that this had been another one of those wonderful
dreams that she seemed to depend upon more and more lately to get through the day,
he’d destroyed every single last one of them as he dipped his tongue between her lips
and flicked her clit with what she was quickly coming to realize was a very talented
tongue.
“Darrin,” she managed to gasp out his name even as she realized that someone was
tearing off her shirt and bra and by the time that she realized that that someone was
her, he had her on her back, her legs spread wide open and he was licking her pussy
slowly, savoring every last drop.
She tried to figure out how they’d gone from two best friends trying to pretend that
nothing was between them to her, naked, spread and moaning his name between
groaning threats of violence if he ever thought about stopping.
It was definitely something to worry about later, she abruptly decided as she felt a
very thick finger part her lips and slide deep inside her, making her back bow, a sigh
of satisfaction escape her and made her idly wonder how much of that large cock
hanging between his legs she could swallow before he had her screaming to be fucked.
Part VII
This couldn’t really be fucking happening, he told himself even as he moved in closer,
his large, hungry cock bobbing its approval every inch of the way. He wasn’t sure if
this was a dream, another fantasy to keep him going during another boring day at
work or if after all this time, he’d finally grown a pair and was finally taking what
was his.
Whatever it was, he really didn’t give a flying fuck, not as long as he could still savor
her on his tongue. Just thinking about that sweet flavor had him licking his lips as he
leaned in for another swipe of her pussy. He closed his eyes, ran the tip of his tongue
through her pussy and groaned wildly when that sweet flavor that he was sure that
he’d imagined, coated his tongue and made him desperate for more.
She tasted so fucking good, better than he could have ever imagined, and he’d
imagined about it constantly, night and day, but nothing could have prepared him for
just how sweet she really tasted. God, he could happily lick her pussy out all day, he
thought even as he noted just how soft her pussy lips really were. He could just
imagined how soft her lips would feel cupped in his hand, pressed against his chin as
she rode his mouth, or supported his balls as he slid inside her.
He ran his tongue over her clit and nearly came from the needy little moan that she
made. He loved doing this to her, never wanted to stop, but he knew that she’d
eventually realize what he was doing and kick his ass or he’d reach the end of his
rope, move up her body, pray that she didn’t break his fucking nose, and finally slide
inside of her, too damn weak to put it off any longer.
“Oh, God…..Oh, God….Oh, Dar-!” she began to scream his name when the
unthinkable happened.
“I have an order of Blackjack’s Pizza!” some poor, soon-to-be-dead son of a bitch
announced from their front door.
Part VIII
“Sir, that will be…Sir?” came the unsure response after a few seconds, which was
promptly followed by a, “Oh, God! This is the wrong house! Please, don’t hurt me! It
was a mistake!”
Marybeth had absolutely no idea what the delivery guy said or did after that to save
his ass, because she had other things to worry about, like saving her own. Her cheeks
burned even as her body felt numb, which she absently thought was odd, but at the
moment she didn’t feel like sitting down with a cup of tea and contemplating those
thoughts.
No, right now she was too busy shoving her legs into what she was assuming was her
pants, but soon realized were Darrin’s shirt before saying the hell with it, throwing it
on and thanking God the bastard was tall enough that his shirt fell past her knees.
For about twenty seconds she stood there, wasting precious time, trying to figure out
what just happened while her legs trembled and she licked her lips.
She should tear off his shirt, lay back down on the couch and spread her legs in
welcome, but now that the moment had been broken and Darrin was currently
making a grown man cry, she decided that it was time to retreat, hide, pretend that
this never happened and hope for the best.
With that solid plan in mind, she dropped the rest of the clothing items that she’d
been hugging against her chest, turned and ran. She didn’t care she pretty much ran
face first into a wall, or that it had hurt like hell, she’d tripped, landed on her knee,
bruised it along with her hands or even the fact that she tripped on the stairs, got a
good case of rug burn on her hands, arms and knees. The only thing that she cared
about was getting into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and pretending
that none of this had ever happened and if Darrin was really her best friend, then he
would also pretend like none of this had ever happened.
She heard some whimpering, a board breaking, some sobbing, but since it had nothing
to do with her impending doom, she ignored it and continued towards her door. The
second, the very second, that she was inside her room, the door was shut, locked and
she was rushing across the room, deciding that the best way to pretend that none of
this had happened was to jump in the bathtub, relax and pretend that she’d just spent
the entire night there.
It was a solid plan.
It was an excellent plan and one that she knew any Bradford would fully support. She
just hoped that this particular Bradford would figure out that she’d decided to pretend
that nothing happened like the coward that she truly was and let it go like a good
friend should.
She just needed them to both pretend that the one thing that they both wanted wasn’t
possible.
Part IX
“Please don’t hurt me!”
“Would you fucking run already?” Darrin snapped, in absolutely no fucking mood to
deal with this.
Not tonight.
Not after what just happened.
All he wanted was the little prick curled up in the fetal position in the small foyer to
man the fuck up and get out of his house so that he could hunt down the little coward
and force her to face what just happened between the two of them, but until the little
prick left, he was helpless to do anything but stand there as she fled.
He’d come too far, taken it too far to let it go now. He’d crossed that line they’d both
been toying with for years and if he didn’t go after her and make her face this thing
between them now, he might never get another chance like this one again. He couldn’t
let her hide, not again.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he said, grabbing the man cowering on the floor by the arm
and shoved him out the front door, causing him to trip over the boxes of food that he’d
tried to abandon in order to save his own ass.
“Please don’t hurt me,” the man whispered as he stumbled over the mess he’d made.
Rolling his eyes, because it was really fucking pathetic that the guy thought he would
blow his chances with Marybeth over a fucking anchovy and onion pizza, Darrin
slammed the door shut in his face with a disgusted shake of his head. Like that was
really going to fucking happen.
Double checking that the lock was secured, he turned towards her bolted door and
shook his head, sighing heavily, because she’d left him with absolutely no choice but to
let this play out. She needed to make the next move, he decided as he turned and
headed back into his apartment and prayed that she didn’t make him wait too long.
Part X
Yup, she was definitely a chicken, she decided as she double-checked the comforter,
making sure that it was secure as she did her best to stay perfectly still, praying that
if Darrin came into her room that he’d just dismiss the large mound in the middle of
her bed and continue his search elsewhere.
Then again, she thought with an annoyed sigh as she shifted beneath the comforter,
turning onto her side so that she could peek out beneath the comforter and glower at
the alarm clock. Shouldn’t he be here by now with an awkward apology that she could
pretend to sleep through so that tomorrow they could act like this never happened.
It was a wonderful plan, one that she fully planned on embracing once the big jerk
came over here and gave her a half-mumbled apology with an added, “I was drunk,”
when they both know that he’d been completely sober. The whole point of the apology
was a way for them to awkwardly get through this without destroying their
friendship. It wasn’t something that she was looking forward to, but for the sake of
their friendship, she was fully planning on pretending to be asleep when he came in to
apologize, make awkward small talk and then walk away so that they could move on
and pretend that this never happened.
Unfortunately for both of them, they couldn’t move on until he came in and did his
part and he damn well better be planning on doing his part, because if he really
thought that she was going to go over there and make this already fucked up situation
any worse, then he was out of her mind. If he came over here, she could pretend to
sleep, he could apologize, and they could go on as though he hadn’t just had her on the
verge of the most powerful orgasm of her life.
If, on the other hand, she decided to get this whole thing over with, she would have to
get out of this bed, something that she was strongly opposed to, go downstairs, face
him and be the one to make an awkward excuse for what just happened while trying
to act like she was unaffected and wasn’t seriously considering all the pros of jumping
him and demanding that he continue where they left off.
No, it was definitely better if she stayed here, waited for the awkward apology and
find a way to work up the nerve to look him in the eye in a few weeks and pretend
that he hadn’t had his tongue inside her. It wasn’t going to be easy and she fully
expected some rough moments along the way, but if it meant keeping their friendship
intact, then she would-
“Push the cover off,” the man that had taken his sweet ass time said, making her sigh
in relief that it was almost over.
“I know that you’re awake, Marybeth,” he said in a seductive whisper that had her
body trembling and giving her the first clue that this awkward apology might not end
up going the way that she’d planned.
Her second clue of course was a little more obvious and had her gasping in shock as
she felt the cover raised off her body and-
“Oh, God,”she grumbled when her warm comforter was suddenly replaced by a warm,
large naked, aroused male.
Instead of giving her a half-assed apology or trying to pretend that nothing happened
between them, he chuckled seductively as he gently rolled her onto her back and
settled in between her legs, reminding her of something very important. During her
mad dash up the stairs and her follow-up dive beneath her covers, she forgot to pull on
a pair of panties and oversized sweat shorts.
“Iwantyou,Marybeth,”hesaidwithapleasuredgroan,leaningdowntobrushhislipsagainst
hersashislargecockslidagainstherslit,lettingherknowthathemorethanmeantit.
“I-” she started to say only to have her words get caught in her throat as he ground
that large cock of his between her legs, hitting all the best spots at once and making it
very difficult to think about anything besides spreading her legs further, tilting her
hips and making sure that the next move brought him inside her.
“Tell me that you don’t want me to fuck you, Marybeth, and I’ll walk away,” he
whispered hoarsely, “Tell me to walk away. Tell me that you don’t want me as much
as I want you,” he groaned, punctuating every word with a kiss and a gentle thrust of
his cock against her increasingly wet slit.
She opened her mouth, but the only sound that she could make was a strangled moan
as he ground his cock harder against her. At some point her arms and legs wrapped
around him, holding him tightly against her, desperate to keep him where he was, and
terrified that he would stop.
“Tell me to stop,”he growled more urgently, grinding his cock harder against her as
she felt every muscle in his body flex. “Please, tell me to fucking stop!”
“I-I…,” she said, licking her dry lips as she struggled to think straight, to do the right
thing, to remember why they shouldn’t be doing this, but with every thrust of his cock
against her, she forgot what she wasn’t supposed to have and started to focus on what
she had to have.
Him.
She wanted him, needed him and at some point she’d apparently told him that.
“Oh my God!” she found herself screaming at the top of her lungs when he did exactly
what she asked for.
An incredibly sexy growl rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his arms around
her, pulled out only to slide back inside of her with a pleasured groan. Her fingers
fisted in his hair on the third stroke and by the fourth stroke she was kissing him in
the way that she’d always dreamed of.
Even if it meant that she could never have him.
The rest of their story can be found in
Double Dare…
About the Author
Writer, Facebook stalker, mother of two and hot cocoa addict, R.L. Mathewson lives
life to its fullest.
When she’s not chauffeuring her children to and from school or their various
activities, she runs a Lego Club for a bunch of chocolate addicted children, blasts
Sirius XM’s The Highway, writes, edits, cooks, cleans and oh yeah, she even watches
movies on Netflix.
It’s safe to say that she does it all…………..
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Document Outline
- A Honeymoon from Hell VI
- Other titles by R.L. Mathewson:
- Copyright © 2015
- Dedication
- Thank you for purchasing this book.
- Dear Reader,
- Table of Content
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Part II
- Part III
- Part IV
- Part V
- Part VI
- Part VII
- Part VIII
- Part IX
- Part X
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