NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (8 page)

Sighing heavily, because he had no idea what
else he should do, he straightened as he looked down at his
beautiful wife before he glanced over at the alarm clock and
couldn’t help but sigh again as he looked back down at his wife. It
looked like they weren’t going to be able to have that romantic
stroll around the ship before dinner like he’d planned.

Well, that was fine, he decided as he grabbed
a pair of boxers and headed for the shower, re-adjusting his plans
for the rest of the night to accommodate her nap. By the time that
he’d finished his shower and was sure that he no longer smelled
like he’d bathed in a gallon of sunscreen, he’d readjusted his
plans for the night.

They’d still have a romantic night. He’d make
damn sure of it. They’d just have to start their romantic evening a
little later than he would have liked, but that’s okay, because he
would make it work in his favor. If they got dressed now they’d
still have time for a short romantic stroll around the deck before
they made it to the restaurant in time for the reservations that
he’d made once he’d determined that he wasn’t going to die on this
ship.

After dinner he’d take her for another
stroll, stop by the top deck where he was told there would be soft
light and romantic music. He planned on holding her in his arms
until the moment was right. Then he would pull out the necklace
that he’d bought for her at the over-priced jewelry store on the
ship that he’d found earlier, take her back to their room where
he’d lay back and let her show him just how much she loved him,
hopefully with her mouth…

God, the things that she could do with that
mouth of hers, he thought, groaning long and loud as his cock
started to rise to the occasion, remembering all too well what it
felt like to slide inside Zoe’s extremely talented mouth. The way
she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked was
fucking incredible.

He absently ran his towel over his eager cock
and stomach as he left the bathroom, wondering if she’d be up
to-

Getting out of bed in time for dinner.

Biting back a frustrated groan, he dropped
the towel and walked over to the bed. “Zoe, sweetheart?” he said
softly as he reached over and gently shook her shoulder. “It’s time
to get up.”

Nothing.

“
Sweetheart? It’s time to
get up,” he said a little louder as he leaned over and kissed her
cheek. When she didn’t even bother to swat at him in her sleep, he
realized just how tired she really was.

“
Shit
,” he hissed softly as he reached back and rubbed his neck,
wondering how he was going to salvage this night now.

There was no way that he was going to be able
to get her going in time to make their reservations, but they could
still grab food and spend the night in each other’s arms, dancing
by the moonlight as he told her just how much he loved her. It
wasn’t how he’d hoped to spend the night, but he could make it
work, he decided as he dropped the towel and climbed in bed with
her, pleased when she rolled over in her sleep and curled up
against him, bringing her leg up over his and-

“
Shit!” he bit out with a
grunt when her knee made contact with the body part that loved her
the most and brought tears to his eyes.

When she released a pleased little sigh and
snuggled in closer to him, he decided to take it like a man and
hold her while he pretended that his poor cock wasn’t suffering in
silence.

*-*-*-*

“
What time is it?” she
whispered, not bothering to open her eyes because she simply wasn’t
sure that she could manage to do even that.

“
A little after ten,” Trevor
answered, sounding a little grumpy and if she wasn’t struggling to
stay awake at the moment, she would probably ask him what was
wrong.

She yawned as she snuggled closer to him and
instantly felt herself relax even more, which was surprising since
she was already…

“
Zoe?” Trevor whispered, but
it was too late. She’d already fallen asleep.

Leaning down to kiss her forehead, he glanced
at the clock above the television and sighed. So much for that
romantic dance beneath the moonlight, he thought as he pulled her
closer and resigned himself to trying to make the best out of room
service. He’d be able to order candles, a romantic dinner for two
and maybe some roses, but it was probably going to cost him a
fortune, but if it saved their romantic evening then he’d do
whatever it took.

*-*-*-*

“
Trevor?” Zoe whispered a
little louder, this time earning a soft groan as he shifted behind
her, which of course caused that large erection that had teased her
awake to brush up against her in just the right way.

Licking her lips, she had to force herself to
resist the urge to push back against him. God, she wanted him so
badly that she felt like she would literally die if she couldn’t
have him in the next minute, but unfortunately for her, nature was
also calling and she couldn’t ignore that call no matter how much
she wanted to and God, did she want to. It felt like it had been
years since the last time she’d had sex when in reality it had only
been a few days thanks to Trevor’s adverse reaction to being on a
boat.

She really wanted him, but she really needed
to use the bathroom. So, it was with a heavy heart and a pathetic
whimper that she reluctantly pushed Trevor’s large arm away, forced
herself to climb out of that warm, comfortable bed and headed for
the bathroom. After she took care of business, she decided to brush
her teeth and take a hot shower, hoping that it would help wake her
up so that she could properly take advantage of her husband.

Oh, and she fully planned on taking advantage
of him, she thought with a wicked smile as she closed her eyes and
dropped her head back, enjoying the feel of hot water running
through her hair and over her body. There was just something
intoxicating knowing that the incredibly handsome man asleep in the
next room belonged to her. She still couldn’t believe this was how
her life had turned out, happily married to the man that she loved
with two babies on the way.

She’d always dreamed of having a family, but
she never really thought that it would happen for her. She’d had
friends over the years, people that she cared about, but after
growing up in foster care she’d gotten used to people coming in and
out of her life, sometimes without so much as a goodbye, so she’d
never really cared if anyone stuck around, never expected it.

Not once.

She always just counted herself lucky to have
had them in her lives for as long as she did. Friends were always
like boyfriends, they came and went and maybe if she was lucky
they’d remember at Christmas time and send her a card. Other than
that, she’d always been fine with the way that her life was until
Trevor came into her life, annoying the hell out of her even as he
entertained her.

Thanks to Trevor, she now had uncles,
cousins, good friends, a family of her own and more importantly, a
best friend. He was the best friend that she’d ever had or probably
ever would. He made her happy, made her smile even during those
moments when it was hard to believe that someone could feel that
way about her, that someone loved her so much that he was willing
to do whatever it took to keep her. She loved him and she couldn’t
wait to show him just how much.

“
Good morning, Mrs.
Bradford,” Trevor whispered hoarsely in her ear as his large arms
wrapped around her and pulled her back against him.

Smiling, because she really couldn’t think of
a better way to start her day….or night, she really had no clue
what time it was, she leaned her head back in silent demand and
sighed with satisfaction seconds later when he took her up on her
invitation and leaned down and kissed her.

“
Good morning, Mr.
Bradford,” she said, smiling against his lips.

“
Well,” he said, pausing to
tease her bottom lip with a gentle nip and a kiss, “I think it
might just be too soon to start with the ‘Good mornings’ since it’s
barely one in the morning.”

Wincing, she brushed her lips against his in
silent apology for making him miss dinner. “I’m sorry about dinner.
Do you think the kitchens are still open?” she asked, right around
the time her stomach released an embarrassingly loud growl and her
cheeks started to burn.

It was going to be a long pregnancy, she
thought miserably, deciding that if he commented on either her
blush or the growl that she was going to have to kill him, which
she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do since she really wasn’t
thrilled about the possibility of becoming a widow.

Thankfully, mostly for him, because it meant
that he would be allowed to live to see another day, he didn’t
mention anything or even give her one of those sexy chuckles that
she normally loved as he leaned back down, brushed his lips against
hers, adding a firm nod as he released her. “I’ll go order us a
late dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

Everything, but she just couldn’t admit that
even to a man that would understand probably better than anyone
about how hungry she was, more like starving. God, when was the
last time she ate? There was the breakfast buffet this morning that
Trevor made her go to before they left his morning, then they’d
grabbed lunch while they were out picking up his medicine, grabbed
a snack after that because she’d still been hungry, grabbed another
one on the way back to the ship, hit the buffet once they got on
the ship, and then she grabbed a sandwich a bottle of chocolate
milk on the way to their room. That was less than twelve hours ago,
so she’d understand being a little hungry, but she was absolutely
starving. She could probably eat everything on the ship and still
be hungry, she realized miserably as she did her best not to
pout.

“
I’ll surprise you. How does
that sound?” he asked, placing his hand over her bottom and gave it
a squeeze as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder that had her licking
her lips and reminding her that there was another hunger that she
could really use his help with.

“
I’ll be quick,” he promised
her as he gave her ass another appreciative squeeze, letting her
know that he planned on taking care of that other hunger just as
soon as he got back.

Smiling with anticipation, she ducked her
head under the water and-

Slapped her hand over her mouth, shoved past
Trevor and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet seconds
after her stomach violently turned on her, adding another lovely
memory to their trip.

Chapter 9

“
Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” he said, feeling
completely useless as he knelt there, rubbing her back and pushing
her long wet hair over her shoulder.

“
P-pill,” she said between
gasps as she hung her head, closed her eyes and breathed in slowly
while it took him a moment to figure out what she
wanted.

Her pill…

Shit!

Of course she needed her pill and he was
kneeling on the floor like an idiot. She was supposed to have one
every twelve hours and she hadn’t had one since she woke up
yesterday morning. She’d been so terrified of being laid out
another day with morning sickness that she’d practically jumped
from the bed and dove for the bottle of pills.

He should have tried harder to wake her up
earlier, given her a pill and made her eat something to make sure
that it didn’t upset her stomach. Instead he’d been so focused on
giving her the perfect honeymoon that he’d fucked up and had
forgotten to take care of her.

Now she was paying for his mistake.

Some husband he was turning out to be, he
realized, shaking his head in disgust as he pushed her hair out of
her face, awkwardly got to his feet in the cramped bathroom, turned
around and within seconds realized that the bathroom door was
locked.

“
Shit
,” he groaned, because this was just getting better and
better.

“
W-what?” Zoe managed to get
out before she started dry heaving again.

“
Nothing,” he said, praying
that was true, because otherwise things were about to get a lot
more fucking interesting.

He tightened his grip on the latch and tried
to yank it up, but it wouldn’t move. He wiggled it, put his weight
against the door and yanked, but the damn door wouldn’t move. Not
one single fucking inch.

“
T-Trevor?” she said,
sounding absolutely miserable as she sat on the tiled floor and
leaned back against the wall with a small groan. “What’s
wrong?”

He yanked on the handle and shoved on the
door, but the damn thing wouldn’t budge. “Shit,” he said, closing
his eyes in defeat as he dropped his forehead against the door and
for the first time in his life, wondered if all those stories that
his uncles and cousins had told him over the years might be more
than just typical Bradford bullshit.

A Bradford curse, he thought with a snort of
disbelief as he closed his eyes and banged his head against the
door. A fucking Bradford curse…

“
What’s wrong?” Zoe asked
with a slight groan as she pulled her knees up, wrapped her arms
around her indrawn knees and promptly dropped her head on her
knees.

He shook his head as he pushed away from the
door. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” he said,
shaking his head as he turned around and dropped down on his ass
next to his wife.

“
Try me,” she muttered as
she leaned over until her body was pressed up against
his.

He put his arm around her and kissed the top
of her head. “It’s just bullshit.”