NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (4 page)

Narrowing his eyes on his
soon-to-be wife, and she would damn well be leaving this court
house as his wife, he bit out, “
Zoe
,” putting everything into that
one word.

Blinking innocently at him, she admitted, “I
just want to make sure that I’ve reviewed all my options before I
settle.”

Lips twitching, he asked, “And?”

She released a long-suffering sigh as she
reluctantly nodded. “I guess we could see where this goes.”

“
You…guess….,” he repeated
back dryly, still stunned that a woman like Zoe was able to not
only knock him on his ass, but to make him love it.

She was short, plump, feisty, sarcastic,
loved to tease and torment him, couldn’t cook to save her life and
he couldn’t wait until she was finally his.

“
I do,” he said firmly,
keeping his eyes locked with hers.

The Justice of the Peace cleared his throat
uncomfortably. “I-I haven’t got to that part just yet.”

“
Don’t fucking care,” he
said with a smile for the woman that he loved as he reached up,
cupped her face and kissed her.

He heard the Justice of the Peace say
something else, heard his Uncle Jared call his name and his cousins
tease him, but he refused to stop kissing her, refused to let her
go until he heard the words that would make her his.

“
I now pronounce you man and
wife,” the Justice of the Peace finally announced, damn near making
him sigh with relief as he pulled back, smiling down at his
wi-

“
You know,” Zoe said,
cutting off his thoughts of triumph with a mischievous smile and
that look in her eye that told him that he was seriously about to
be fucked over just for shits and giggles, “technically we’re not
married until after the wedding night,” she finished with a
careless shrug and a yawn.

He wanted to argue with her, but-

She was right.

Shit!

She wasn’t his, not yet, but he wasn’t
worried about it…

Not at all…

*-*-*-*

“
Let’s go,” Trevor said,
grabbing her hand as he walked past her and headed straight for the
exit.

“
And where are we going
now?” she inquired with a frown, wondering if Uncle Jared failed to
mention another step in a Bradford Kidnapping, and yes, apparently
this was a well-established practice.

“
To make this thing legal,”
he bit out evenly as he dragged her off towards his
truck.

“
Umm, I’m pretty sure that
we just made this thing legal twenty minutes ago when we signed the
marriage certificate,” she felt obligated to point out as he opened
the passenger door of his truck, carefully picked her up and placed
her inside, pausing long enough to kiss her cheek before he closed
the door.

At that point she sat there, stunned while
she watched as Trevor, who was normally pretty laid back, shove his
cousins and uncles who’d come out to congratulate him out of the
way, run around the car, stumbling and tripping along the way
twice, before he finally managed to get his door open, drag himself
inside with a wince, slam the door shut and start the truck. She
opened her mouth to ask him if there was perhaps a chance that he’d
lost his goddamn mind when he threw the truck in reverse, sped out
of the parking lot and forced her to reach up and grab onto the
plastic handle that up until this point, she’d never had a reason
to use before.

As Trevor sped down the street, taking
corners a little faster than her stomach was comfortable with,
slammed on his horn and screamed at a little old man who’d made the
mistake of taking his time taking a left on Apple Oak Road, she sat
there, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, regretting her decision to
choose today of all days to screw with Trevor’s head. Okay, so
maybe she didn’t completely regret screwing with his head since it
did entertain her on so many levels to do it, but perhaps she could
have toned it down just a bit?

Then again, she would have missed that
incredibly sexy possessive expression on his face every time she’d
screwed with his head if she had. God, she loved that look on him,
she mused as he pulled into their driveway and parked next to her
car, which she was ninety-eight percent sure had finally died a few
days ago.

“
Do you want pancakes?” she
asked, unbuckling her seatbelt, hopeful that he chose
pancakes.

Just the thought of digging into a large
stack of thick, fluffy pancakes had her licking her lips and her
pulse racing even as she had to wonder when this constant hunger
and fantasizing about food would end. Then again, she was carrying
Bradford twins, which pretty much guaranteed that she would be
living in a state of near starvation for the remainder of her
pregnancy. Since the knowledge that she could probably out-eat
Jason actually frightened her a bit, she decided to focus back on
the here and now.

“
I could go for some
pancakes,” she explained as Trevor opened his door and jumped out,
“but I think I ran out of milk and eggs. If you could run to
the….to…the…..ummm, what the hell are you doing?” she felt
obligated to ask as she suddenly found herself lying on her back
across the bench seat, her sneakers suddenly gone and tossed over
Trevor’s shoulders, her sweatpants yanked down to her ankles and
her panties-

“
Hey!” she gasped, grabbing
holding of her panties and doing her best to keep them right where
they were as she felt them rip apart, but the determined bastard
licking his lips scowled at her as though she was coming between
him and his favorite treat and judging by the way that he was
licking his lips that just might be-

“
Stop that!” she admonished,
desperately holding onto the remains of her panties with one hand
while she used the other to thread through his hair, trying to
summon the strength to push him away as he slid his very talented
tongue inside her.

“
So fucking
good
,” he murmured with a groan as his
tongue slid free and he shifted his attention to her slit, tracing
it with his tongue while they both moaned with pleasure.

“
T-Trevor?” she said,
forcing his name from her lips as she struggled to remember why
they needed to talk.

“
Can’t wait to feel you
wrapped around my dick, hot, tight and wet,” he growled against her
clit as she felt him slide a finger inside her.

They could talk later, she decided, giving up
her hold on the ruined remains of her panties and instead focusing
on just how good his tongue felt tracing little teasing circles
around her clit and core. God, the man knew how to use his tongue,
she thought with a moan and a twist of her hips, demanding more and
damn well expecting it.

When he rewarded her by turning his head and
licking her at an angle that had her breath hitching, she spread
her legs further apart, placed a shaky foot against the dashboard,
closed her eyes and-

“
Hey, Trevor, Dad wanted me
to stop by and remind you about the curse-
Oh, my God! My eyes
!” Jason shrieked
a bit hysterically, at least she thought so, as she shoved Trevor
away, rolled onto the floor of the truck with a pained grunt and
curled up into a tight ball, squeezing her eyes shut and pretending
that she was in her happy place.

Chapter 4

“
Do you want more pancakes?” Zoe asked with a
small, shy smile, not quite meeting his eyes as she stabbed a
plastic fork into a stack of pancakes and dropped them on his plate
without waiting for an answer.

She didn’t bother asking Jason if he wanted
any more. She just shoved the Styrofoam container of pancakes at
him, grabbed the last bag filled with boxes of food, whistled for
Max and Toby to follow her, and quickly fled the room like the
hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.

“
Great,” Trevor said,
spearing a sausage and shoved it in his mouth as he scowled at the
door where his wife had made her escape only seconds earlier,
taking his boys with her. “Just fucking great.”

“
It should make for an
interesting wedding night,” Jason said with a chuckle as he reached
over and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and poured it over his
food.

Trevor sighed heavily as he dropped his fork
and shoved his plate away. “Not at this rate,” he said, dropping
his head in his hands with a heavy sigh, wondering how he was going
to manage to make his wife forget what happened long enough so that
they could consummate this marriage before she came to her senses
and realized that she could do so much better than him.

“
Are you going to eat that?”
Jason asked even as he reached for Trevor’s food.

“
No,” he said, rubbing his
hands roughly down his face, wondering how he’d managed to fuck
this up so quickly.

“
Good,” Jason said,
reminding Trevor that he hadn’t been the one to fuck this
up.

This was the bastard’s fault, he realized,
dropping his hands away so that he could glare at the asshole.

“
What are you doing here?”
he demanded, reaching over and snatched back his plate of food, not
because he wanted it, but because he’d be damned if the asshole was
going to have it.

“
Dad sent me to warn you,”
Jason said, stabbing his fork in the stack of pancakes and stealing
it off Trevor’s plate, before dropping the stack back on his own
plate with a satisfied sigh.

“
Warn me about what?” he
asked, reaching over to steal back his pancakes when Jason simply
dropped his fork, grabbed the stack of pancakes and stuffed them in
his mouth with a shrug.

“
Don’t make me bitch slap
you,” Trevor snarled, tempted to go ahead and do it
anyway.

“
Then I won’t be able to
give you the one and only warning that will probably save your
ass,” Jason said, not really sounding all that concerned as he
swiped the last sausage link off Trevor’s plate.

Shaking his head in disgust, because he
thought his cousin was smarter than this, he shoved away from the
table and stood up. “Don’t start spouting that bullshit.”

“
It’s not bullshit and I
have the scars on my legs to prove it,” Jason said, helping himself
to the rest of the orange juice as Trevor stood there, trying to
figure out what the hell he was talking about.

“
What scars?”

With a long-suffering sigh, Jason propped his
foot on Trevor’s abandoned chair, yanked up his pant leg and
pointed to the tiniest, little…

“
What exactly am I looking
at?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to figure
out what Jason was trying to show him.

“
The scars from that animal
attack I survived after my truck broke down,” Jason explained,
nodding towards his tanned, muscular leg.

“
Are these invisible scars
that only you can see?” Trevor had to ask when a second inspection
failed to come up with anything.

Grumbling something about vicious little
bastards that almost took his leg off, he shoved his pant leg down,
sat back and shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Whatever,”
Jason sighed, “I came over here to help you not to be mocked and
belittled, you insensitive prick.”

“
Well,” Trevor said, getting
to his feet, “save your bullshit and get the fuck out. I have too
much shit to do.”

“
As long as you’re not doing
something stupid like taking Zoe on a honeymoon then I could give a
flying fuck what you’re doing,” Jason said with a shrug as he
picked through the last of the take-out containers, searching for
any tasty morsels that may have previously escaped his
notice.

“
The curse is bullshit,” he
said, grabbing his cellphone and double-checking to see if the
travel agent that he’d been stalking since last night when Zoe had
reacted poorly to the delicious sandwich that he’d made her, had
been able to come up with anything decent.

Junk mail, an email from one of his tenants
bitching about one of his asshole cousins getting them all banned
from another restaurant, coupons, more junk mail, and-

“
Oh, thank fucking God,” he
said with a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief, unable to
believe his dumb fucking luck.

“
What?” Jason asked, arching
a brow in question.

“
Nothing that you need to
concern your pretty little head with,” he said, sending a quick
response to the travel agent to confirm the last minute package
that she’d managed to find for him.

“
Don’t do it,” Jason said
with a shake of his head as he returned his attention back to
looking through the take out containers.

“
Mind your own fucking
business,” he said absently, wondering if they’d have time to
consummate the marriage before they had to pack and race across
town to make their flight. When he thought about the way she’d
moaned his name and how it had felt to slide his tongue inside her,
he decided that he’d make the time.

“
Wait a year,” Jason said,
giving up his search for food and grabbed the last bottle of maple
syrup.

“
I can’t,” he said, shaking
his head as he shoved his phone in his back pocket.

“
You really can,” Jason
said, popping the top off the bottle of syrup as he tilted his head
back and chugged the rest of the syrup.

“
In a year we’ll have twins
and no time to go on a honeymoon. I’m doing this now,” he said,
more determined than ever to do this. “She deserves to have a real
vacation,” he said, remembering the excited little smile that she
made every time she mentioned going on her first real
vacation.