Honeymoon from Hell V (11 page)

“
Will there be bacon or
eggs?” he asked with a cocking of his brow, obviously deciding that
some negotiation had to be done before he explained his
behavior.

“
For me?” she said as she
opened the refrigerator door and selected the delicious items and
set them on the kitchen island near the bowl. “Yes, but I haven’t
decided if I’m in a sharing mood quite just yet.”

“
I see,” he murmured
thoughtfully with a calculating look in his eye as he shifted his
gaze from her to the food, obviously trying to decide just how much
he was going to have admit to in order to get what he
wanted.

In the end, it was the drop pure
vanilla extract that she added to the pancake batter that helped
him make up his mind. With a heavy sigh, he said, “We were supposed
to be married, back on a plane and home before the curse kicked
in,” he said, licking his lips hungrily as she started laying the
strips of bacon one by one on the cool cookie sheet.

“
And this curse of yours?”
she asked, prompting him to begin his story if he wanted even a
single morsel of the delicious meal that she was about to
make.

“
Started a few hundred
years back,” he said absently, liking his lips as he reached for a
handful of blueberries only to end up pulling his hand back with a
glare when she tapped it with the back of her spatula and shook her
head.

“
Keep going,” she said,
letting him know that he wasn’t getting anything until she had all
of her answers.

Even if they terrified her, which it
probably would since she was dealing with a Bradford.

Sighing heavily, he pulled his hand
back and let it drop on his lap even as his eyes narrowed on her,
watching her every move as she continued to whip together the
pancake batter and grab more food to make a late night
feast.

“
My great-great
grandparents broke tradition and got married, left England and came
to America to start our family,” he said with a shrug as he reached
for a banana and because he’d piqued her interest, she allowed him
the sweet treat.

“
What makes their story so
special?” she asked, grabbing a few potatoes and deciding that some
home fries would be a nice touch to this meal.

“
They hated each other,” he
admitted with a shrug as he peeled his banana and devoured it in
one bite.

“
And that made their story
special?” she asked as the historian in her reminded her that
falling in love wasn’t normally a requirement for marriage back
then. Most people married for land, end family rivalries and to
form loyalties.

“
They’d hated each other
since they were children, tormenting each other and made their
lives a living hell until they’d finally had enough and refused to
have anything to do with each other. Years later they’d stumbled
upon each other at a dinner party and one thing led to another
and…”

“
She became pregnant,” she
guessed with a nod, already figuring out how two people who hated
each other could end up getting married. It was the same reason
that a lot of couples married today, to give their child security
and the protection of a name.

“
Yes, she did,” Danny
agreed quietly before he added, “And that’s when the first Bradford
tradition started.”

“
Which is?”

“
Forced elopement,” he said
with a shrug like it was no big deal, but before she could open her
mouth and comment, and God, did she want to comment, he
explained.

“
A Bradford has to be out
of his fucking mind to get married,” he said, pausing to yawn just
long enough for her to stop what she was doing to glare at the son
of a bitch as the insult slowly sank in, but before she could get
good and mad and throw the bowl of batter at his head, he continued
explaining, which in the end, probably saved his life.

“
If a Bradford isn’t out of
his mind in love with a woman and willing to do anything and
everything to make her his, including kidnap, extortion, blackmail
and risk life in prison, then he wasn’t ready to get married and
the marriage is doomed,” he explained with a small shrug as he
reached for another banana.

“
And you couldn’t have just
asked me to marry you or mention it in passing at some point?” she
asked sarcastically as she reached for the sugar.

He looked thoughtful as he began to
peel the banana until finally he shook his head and took a bite.
“No.”

“
Not even a little
warning?” she asked, thinking that it would have at least been nice
to know that they were getting married, which would have made the
whole kidnapping thing unnecessary.

“
No,” he said, with a shake
of his head as he finished off the banana, “not even a little
warning.”

“
Because…,” she said
leadingly, trying to understand Bradford logic and terrified that
she was starting to understand it.

“
If I was thinking clearly
enough to ask you, then I wouldn’t have been ready.”

“
What if I had said no?”
she asked, even though she never would have said no to him. She
loved him so much and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their
lives together, raising a family and waking up in his arms every
morning.

He shrugged. “That wouldn’t have
stopped me.”

“
I see,” she murmured,
because sadly she was afraid that she really was starting to
understand.

“
It’s the same way with the
honeymoon,” he added, making her blink because she was pretty sure
that there was no way that they could have called the trip they’d
just gone a honeymoon. A horrible nightmare? Yes, but there was no
way that anyone could have mistaken the trip with his father and
two cousins as a honeymoon, especially since he’d barely touched
her.

Besides, you have to
consummate a marriage before you could go on a honeymoon and they
definitely hadn’t done anything, she absently thought as she let
her hungry gaze run over him.

It had been so long since she’d run
her hands over him, tracing his muscles with her fingertips and her
tongue. Her breath caught as she remembered how good it felt when
he slid inside her, stretching her, filling her and making every
nerve ending in her body come alive with pleasure.

She’d never felt anything so good as
Danny’s body sliding inside her…

And now that he was finally
hers, she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Chapter 13

Licking his lips, he absently shoved
another piece of under ripped banana in his mouth, uncaring about
the tart taste or too firm texture as his mouth watered for the
large hard nipples pushing against his wife’s tee shirt.

He’d missed her over the past few
months, missed touching her, holding her, running his tongue over
every square inch of her body as he slowly sank inside the wettest,
tightest hold he’d ever experienced. Every fucking day he thought
about it, thought about how it felt to have her wet pussy welcoming
him inside and doing everything in its power to keep him
there.

There were times that he thought he’d
die if he didn’t feel her body wrapping around his cock again. Some
nights he’d wake up to find his hand wrapped around his cock,
stroking it as he thought about how tight or wet and welcoming her
pussy would be for him and Christ, he knew it would be fucking
soaking wet. He thought about how it would feel to have her lips
wrap around his cock, the way her tongue would tease the underside
of his cock, caress his balls, how-

“
Oh,
fuck yes
,” he groaned as imagination
suddenly came to life.

He had no idea when she stopped
cooking, or when she’d walked around the kitchen island, dropped to
her knees and freed his cock, but he knew the instant that her warm
lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and gently sucked. It was
so good, so fucking good, he thought, closing his eyes as his head
dropped back and a groan of pleasure as he focused on the feel of
her mouth sliding up and down his cock, something that he’d
fantasized about for the past few months and now that it was
happening he couldn’t believe how fucking good it really
was.

It was
too
fucking
good…

“
Tink, baby,” he said,
gasping as pleasure soared through the tip of his cock. “You’ve
gotta stop. Baby, you’ve gotta stop,” he said even as his hands
tightened around the arms of his wheelchair and prayed to God that
she would never stop sucking on his cock, because he was pretty
fucking sure that he would die if she did.

At that moment he would have happily
sold his soul if she continued and thank fucking god that she did.
Within seconds every muscle in his body had tightened painfully,
his back bowed and he shouting her name as she sucked every last
drop of pleasure from his body. She was still licking and sucking
his over sensitized cock when he reached for her.

He had her sitting on the edge of the
table and was practically tearing her pants off as she lifted her
beautiful ass to help him. When he reached for her baby pink
panties he stopped playing around. He grabbed the waste of her
panties and ripped them clean from her body, exposing the needy
little pussy that he’d been fantasizing for months now.

When she leaned back and spread her
legs, he didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her legs and
slid his tongue up her core, fucking her hard with his tongue as he
savored the flavor coating his tongue. Christ, he couldn’t get
enough of her, he thought as he shifted his head at a different
angle, needing to slide his tongue in deeper.

“
Oh, God,” Jodi moaned as
she ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue
while he prayed that she never stopped rocking her pussy against
his tongue, taking what she wanted and making his cock harden
painfully again.

He needed her.

Now.

He wanted to bend her over the table
and fuck her there until she begged him to fuck her harder and
harder and he would. There would be nothing on this earth from
taking her to the floor, placing her on her hands and knees and
fucking her there, too. Then he wanted to press her against the
wall and fuck her there until his body couldn’t take anymore and
his balls threaten to explode, but he couldn’t do any of that, he
realized.

Because he was still stuck in this
fucking wheelchair without a way to show her how badly he wanted
her, how badly he needed her and God, did that fucking sting. Until
this moment, he hadn’t realized that he might very well have to
face a lifetime of lying on the bed, praying that his wife would
take pity on him and climb on top of him and give him a mercy
fuck.

That was unfucking acceptable, he
screamed at himself, snarling against her wet pussy as he pushed
his tongue deeper inside her, fucking her with everything that he
had and showing her that he was still a man, he was still her man
and he would do whatever it took to make sure that she never forgot
it.

*-*-*-*

“
Bed,” was all she could
manage to say as she struggled to catch her breath.

He shook his head stubbornly as he
turned his head more to the left, slid his tongue back inside her
and prepared to drive her over the edge with another orgasm, but
she wanted more. She wanted him.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Bed,”
not caring that she could barely make out what she was saying or
that she was light headed from screaming his name. All that
mattered right now was feeling him inside her and as much as she
loved his tongue, it wasn’t what she really needed.

“
Busy,” he growled against
her pussy, the vibrations teasing her clit and threatening to send
her over the edge again, but she was determined.

“
Bed,” she breathed,
pushing him back so that she could carefully climb off the table
and straddle his lap where his large erection was standing erect
with an angry red tint, looking as though it had been years since
the last time it had found release instead of minutes.

Unwilling to waste something that she
craved more than her next breath, she wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, leaned down and kissed him and shifted until that firm
cock between his legs was teasing her slit and threatening to send
them both over the edge.

“
Mmmm,” he groaned as he
wrapped his arms around her.

“
Bed,” she stressed
tightly, wondering why they were still in the kitchen and wasn’t
fucking her.

He shook his head as he gripped her
ass and used his hold to rock her wet pussy against him, driving
her out of her damn mind and making it more difficult to stay
determined and make him take her to bed. She wanted him in a bed
where she could lay back, spread her legs and scream his name as he
fucked her, showing her just how much he loved and missed
her.

She needed this, needed him and
she-

Gasped as he shifted her on top of
him, teasing her clit one second with the tip of his engorged cock
and the next he was sliding inside her. The air caught in her
throat as she felt him stretching her, sliding deeper inside her
and making it impossible to ignore just how good he felt and how
badly she’d missed this. Before she could come back to her senses,
she was riding him, moving up and down, feeling his cock slide in
and out of her as she leaned down and kissed him, savoring the
flavor of herself on his lips as he reached up and palmed her
breast.