Honeymoon from Hell VI (4 page)

“
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.”