Honeymoon from Hell III (8 page)

“
When do you have to
leave,” she asked, sounding a little distracted and drawing his
attention to the fact that her attention was now on the cup of
cocoa that he’d left on the counter and damn near making him roll
his eyes, because the little addict was seconds away from giving
them away for a second hit of cocoa.

They really needed to find a twelve step
program for her, he mused as he pulled back so that he could brush
his lips on her forehead and try to get her to focus, because if
she didn’t they’d end up with a houseful of assholes with
absolutely no way of getting rid of them. He needed to get rid of
them so that they could make their escape and he could comfortably
spend the next two weeks lying between her legs and making his cock
extremely happy. Before he could do any of that, and his cock was
definitely on board with where this plan was heading, he needed to
convince these bastards to leave them alone.

Then they were going to make a run for it,
because if there was one thing that he knew about the James boys,
it was that they would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even
from a bullshit story passed down from generation to generation
meant to warn them away from the dangers of taking a honeymoon
before the year mark. If he tried to take her now, they’d attempt
another “talk,” which he was ninety percent positive that he could
get out of again.

That wasn’t the problem. The problem was
that he didn’t want to waste another week on her brothers and
cousins. He wanted to spend the next two weeks with his wife,
savoring the fact that she was his before their schedules filled up
with more work than they could handle and finding time to be
together took effort. He’d do whatever he could to be with her.
That wasn’t the problem. He didn’t care if he had to sneak in some
time at lunch, or on the way to give an estimate for a job, or just
holding her in his arms and falling asleep on the porch because he
was too damn tired to do anything more, he’d savor every single
minute with her.

But the idea of two straight weeks of Rory
in his arms with absolutely no interruptions was too tempting to
pass up. Just thinking about making love to her any time he wanted
to, had his cock hardening and had him licking his lips in
anticipation, because the first thing that he was going to do to
her was-

“
So, you’re going to be out
of town for two weeks?” Trevor asked, sharing a relieved look with
his brothers as he did his best to play it cool.

“
I’m afraid so,” he said,
pulling back to give Rory a sad smile. “I’ll hurry back as fast as
I can.”

She bit her lip as her eyes watered and for
the first time since he was eight and she’d taught herself that
little trick, he was more than happy that she was using it on
him.

Until she went a little too far…

“
I-I’m going t-to m-miss
you,” she said, softly sobbing as she wrapped her arms around
herself and stepped closer, but not towards him.

Oh no, not his hot chocolate addicted
wife.

She took a step closer to his abandoned hot
cocoa, picked it up with a sniffle and took a sip, which
unfortunately was followed by a pleased little sigh as every man in
the room rolled their eyes and went for him.

Oh, she was going to pay for this betrayal,
he decided as he was taken to the ground, his arms yanked back and
his hands cuffed before he was yanked to his feet and dragged back
towards the stairs while his wife stood there, shooting him an “I’m
sorry,” wince even as she continued to savor his cocoa.

Oh, she was so going to fucking pay for this
one.

Chapter 7

“
Open the goddamn door!” she yelled, pounding on
the door that was apparently going to keep them locked up for the
next two weeks until they were too swamped with work to even think
about taking a honeymoon to “keep her stubborn, unappreciative ass
safe,” according to her brothers and cousins.

“
No!” Johnny snapped back,
sounding pissed from the safety of the other side of the door,
apparently still holding a grudge against her for that last nipple
twist.

“
Yes!”

“
Not happening!” Bryce
added, backing their brother up and making her seriously regretting
her choice in trying to take Johnny down so that she could make her
escape.

She should have gone for the little bastard
that had laughed his ass off when he tossed her over his shoulder
and carried her upstairs and threw her in the bedroom with her
husband, who hadn’t said a word since this whole thing went down.
He also hadn’t stopped glaring at her either, but since she was the
only one making any attempt to get them out of this situation she
decided to ignore him.

“
I’m going to tell Dad!”
she threatened even though to be honest, she wasn’t exactly sure
where he stood on this issue.

According to the rest of the family, her
father had seriously fucked up by marrying her mother. Not that she
would or even could disagree since her mother had not only left
him, but had also abandoned her and her brothers for some loser,
left town and never looked back. He’d married their mother right
out of high school, worked his ass off, saved up, bought the ring,
proposed and gave her the church wedding and honeymoon that she
wanted.

All bad choices according to the rest of the
family, but her father had refused to listen to anyone and had
married the wrong woman. If she had truly been the one, he would
have been out of his fucking mind to have her and had married her
as soon as he realized that he couldn’t function another day
without her. He would have dragged her down to City Hall, terrified
the Justice of the Peace and then had every Bradford within a
hundred miles trying to talk him into waiting a year before he took
her on that honeymoon, but it hadn’t gone down that way.

“
Go ahead!” Johnny shot
back. “He’s the one that snuck up into your room when you came
downstairs and made sure that you and that sick bastard that you
married weren’t getting out of here until it was time.”

“
Johnny
,” she said, stressing every last syllable of his name and
letting him know that it was his ass that she was going to go for
first when she escaped even as she glared over her shoulder at the
boxes of supplies that someone, apparently her father, had stacked
in the corner for them.

He’d also apparently taken it upon himself
to attach metal bars to the outside of the patio doors that led to
the deck, making sure that they could get fresh air, but making it
impossible for them to escape. At least not that way and by the
sounds of the nail guns, grunts and high fives, they weren’t going
to be able to escape by pretending that she needed to use the
bathroom either.

“
Think of this as a much
needed two week vacation, little sister,” Bryce said, chuckling as
he punctuated his words with one last shot of a nail gun and then
nothing.

Absolute silence.

Closing her eyes in defeat,
she reached for the doorknob, already knowing what she would find
when she heard the
click
. So, when the doorknob easily
turned, she pulled the door open and sighed in disgust at what
waited for her.

A tunnel.

They’d built a goddamn tunnel leading from
their room to the bathroom with take down walls, walls that could
be quickly installed and set up to block office employees and
tenants from walking through dangerous construction areas and
getting hurt. It also prevented them from stealing tools and
damaging property.

And they’d set one up in their house, with a
passage door locked from the outside and everything.

Sneaky little bastards…

She considered trying to break down the
walls, but she already knew that it was hopeless. Her brothers had
put them up so she knew that there was no way that she’d be able to
break free until they were ready to take the walls down. Knowing
that it was pointless to try and not really in the mood to deal
with the pouting bastard glaring at her from the bed, she headed
across the makeshift tunnel, threw open the bathroom door, turned
on the light and began the long process of pulling her clothes off
and tossing them aside.

By the time that she was naked, she had the
tub filled halfway and had already selected a lovely orange and
mint soaking salt. She was just sprinkling it in the tub when the
grumpy bastard that she’d married came walking in, shoving his
jeans down as he walked past her. Without a word, he climbed into
the large tub that was rightfully hers, settled back, pulled his
knees up and spread his legs to make room for her.

For a moment she considered telling him to
get the hell out of her tub, but in the end she climbed in the tub
and settled back against him. When he wrapped his arms around her
and kissed the top of her head, she sighed and placed her arms over
his as she snuggled back against him, closed her eyes and waited
for it.

She didn’t have to wait long.

“
You overplayed it,” he
finally said, kissing her again as his arms tightened around her
and he pulled her closer.

“
I know,” she admitted with
a grumble, because she knew that they were stuck here because of
her. She’d overplayed it, gone for the tears too quickly and
allowed herself to be distracted by the aroma of that delicious cup
of hot cocoa.

If she’d just held back, said less, maybe
argued with him a bit, her brothers might have believed them.
Instead, she got cocky, jumped the gun and overplayed her part,
instantly making her brothers suspicious and screwing up any chance
that they might have had to make an escape.

He sighed heavily even as he rewarded her
with another kiss. “We’re stuck with them now.”

“
I know,” she admitted with
a pout, because she knew her brothers well enough to know that they
wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving them unguarded.

“
For two weeks…,” he said,
sighing heavily and she didn’t need to look back to know that he
was most likely cringing.

Not that she could blame him.

She really couldn’t.

They were now stuck here for two weeks with
her brothers and cousins as their guards instead of going wherever
Connor had planned on taking them. Which reminded her…

“
Where were you planning on
taking me?” she asked, tilting her head back so that she could look
at him.

“
A Bed and Breakfast in
Vermont!” Trevor, the bastard that she was going to get with her
pliers, yelled from the vicinity of the hallway, letting her know
just how seriously they were taking this.

“
But don’t worry!” Brian
added, “We found the reservation information and canceled it before
you got hit with a cancelation fee!”

When she finally managed to look back, she’d
expected to find Connor glaring towards the hallway, about to tell
her family to go fuck off, but instead he met her with a kiss.

“
Oh, God,” she whispered
against his mouth, because this was no sweet, “I forgive you,” kind
of kiss. This was the type of kiss that he usually gave her just
before he ripped her panties off, shoved her up against the wall
and fucked her.

He palmed one of her breasts, pinching the
nipple between two fingers as he devoured her mouth and-

“
Oh, God! Oh, God!” she
moaned, rocking her hips against his hand as he slid two fingers
inside her. “Connor!”

“
What the
hell?
” she thought she heard someone mutter
in horror from the hallway.

“
We don’t need to hear
this
!” was added, followed by a gagging
sound that she easily ignored as Connor continued to finger her,
rubbing her clit just the right way to make her whimper and moan
with each thrust.

He didn’t say anything as he moved his hand
over to her other breast, paying special attention to her sensitive
nipple as he moved his fingers inside her, harder and faster,
leaving her struggling to catch her breath as she slapped her feet
against the rim of the tub, spread her legs and did her best to
ride his hand.

“
I didn’t sign up for this
shit
!”

“
Please don’t stop,” she
babbled, grabbing onto the sides of the tub and holding on for dear
life as she threw her head back and screamed his name until the
pleasure became too much, but the bastard didn’t stop.

Sometime in between the time that she’d
grabbed onto the tub and yelled his name, his mouth had found her
neck. “Rory,” he groaned against her neck as he kissed and licked
her sensitive skin, driving her pleasure higher and higher until
she found herself trying to ride his hand, the move grinding her
bottom against his hard cock and making her body tremble for
it.

“
Please,
Connor….
Please
!”
she cried out even as a powerful orgasm tore through
her.

Groaning and muttering a curse, he somehow
managed to pick her up, place her on her knees and force her to
grab hold of the rim of the tub as he grabbed her hips, held her
still and thrust, filling her in one smooth motion that had her
screaming his name and begging him to fuck her harder and
faster.

He did.

His hold tightened around her hips as he
slammed into her, shoving his cock into her harder with each thrust
and sending water sloshing over the side of the tub and turning her
inside out as her hold on the rim of the tub tightened and she
screamed his name, over and over again until she didn’t think that
she could possibly survive one more thrust. Just when her arms
threatened to give out on her, he grabbed her, pulling her up onto
her knees so that her back was pressed against his chest as he
continued to fuck her, slamming into her harder, making her scream
his name over and over again until she felt him shudder behind her
and heard him growl her name.