Honeymoon from Hell III

by R. L. Mathewson

  “When we finally escaped, the bastard followed us through the woods, taunting us every step of the way!” Bryce snapped, flexing his hands into fists, obviously struggling against the urge to wring Connor’s neck while she sat there, trying not to laugh since she didn’t think it would help the situation, but heaven help her, there was just something about seeing Connor fucking someone else over that brought a smile to her face.

  Still…

  She shouldn’t laugh.

  She really shouldn’t.

  These were her brothers and cousins she was talking about here. They’d kidnapped Connor to protect her and make that he knew what was expected of him, but then again, anyone who knew Connor knew that even when they used to make each other’s lives a living hell that he would beat the shit out of anyone who fucked with her. If there was one person in the world that would always take care of her and protect her, it was Connor and her brothers knew that, which of course made this attempt to “teach him their ways,” kind of sad, yet sweet.

  “Since I really didn’t feel like putting up with their bullshit for the next fifty years or so, I decided that it was imperative that they learned what would happen if they ever came between us again,” he said, shifting to get comfortable as he reached over with his cuffed hands and took her hand into his, making sure not to interfere with the hold that she had on the sheet covering her.

  “I see,” she said, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, because she could only imagine the hell that he’d just put her family through.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Johnny demanded, catching the action.

  “After the bullshit that he put us through you actually have the balls to laugh at us and mock our pain?” Brian demanded, looking incredibly pissed, which of course made it even more difficult not to laugh.

  “We did this for you!” Jason gasped.

  “And this is how you thank us?” Trevor finished for him, sounding completely insulted, which of course was just too much, because once she started laughing, she couldn’t seem to stop, which of course made all the men glaring at her husband shift their pouts and glares on her.

  “Thank you?” she managed to ask through snorts of amusement. “I didn’t ask you to kidnap him,” she pointed out, but they didn’t care.

  “It’s tradition!” Craig snarled as though she cared.

  “We were protecting you!” Johnny snapped.

  “We could have been killed!” Jason added, shifting his glare back on Connor, who’d apparently decided to ignore them and focus on tracing her hand with his fingertips, looking completely enthralled by the action.

  “I left you water and bread,” Connor murmured absently as he brought her hand to his lips as he locked eyes with hers, making her breath hitch, as he pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to her palm.

  “You left us one bottle of water and a can of brown bread with absolutely no way to open it, you bastard! You starved us!” one of the men said, but she had no idea who since all of her attention was on the man that she loved and missed.

  “Damn you’re beautiful,” Connor whispered reverently, pressing one last kiss to her palm before he tilted his head and leaned in to-

  “Oh, come the fuck on!”

  “We don’t need to see this!”

  “Oh, I’m going to be sick!”

  “This is so wrong,” she thought she heard Johnny say as well as a few gagging sounds, but she could care less as Connor leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, slowly teasing her until she couldn’t take it anymore and released her hold on her sheet, reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close as she sat up, kicked the sheet away and straddled his lap and took up where they’d left off.

  Chapter 4

  “They’re gone,” he said, smiling against Rory’s lips as he allowed her to push him back down on the bed as she straddled him.

  “They were gone the second you kissed me,” she explained, panting hard as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held on as she deepened the kiss and as much as he would love to make sure that the assholes that he now had the pleasure of calling his in-laws weren’t coming back, he couldn’t do that, not with his wife sucking so sweetly on his tongue and rubbing her large bare breasts against his chest.

  “What did you do to them?” she asked, not really sounding like she cared as she spread her legs further apart and ground down hard against him, making him realize that he’d never fully lost his erection, which at any other time probably would have embarrassed him to know that he’d given his in-laws an eyeful, but not now, not when his wife was grinding against him and quickly bringing his cock back to full attention.

  “Nothing much,” he whispered on a moan as she ground down against him hard enough to push the top of his sweatpants down and expose the sensitive underside of his cock to her soft, flat stomach, making him groan on contact.

  “Nothing much, huh?” she asked playfully as she continued to tease his cock with her soft stomach as he lay there, helpless to do anything but enjoy it.

  “Just a little male bonding,” he said absently as he reached back with his cuffed hands and grabbed hold of the headboard, deciding to let her have her fun.

  “Male bonding with my brothers and cousins?” she asked, shifting so that she was straddling his stomach and placing her pert ass on his cock and making him hiss with pleasure. Smiling, she leaned over and brushed her lips against his and asked, “Where did they take you?” while she ground her beautiful ass against his cock.

  He chuckled even as she managed to wring another groan out of him. “I can’t share that with you, baby. Sorry,” he said, using his hold on the headboard to pull himself up so that he could kiss her.

  “Why’s that?” she asked, teasing his bottom lip between her teeth as she shifted so that her wet slit slid across the tip of his exposed cock.

  “Because one day we might have a daughter and whatever bastard is lucky enough to marry her is going to have to learn what will happen if he ever hurts her,” he explained, because even though he felt that their efforts had been wasted on him for the simple fact that he’d rather die than hurt her, he had to admit that he liked their methods.

  He’d tear apart anyone that hurt his wife or children with his bare hands and the fact that the Bradfords were not only the same way, but were more than prepared to back it up actually eased some of the terror that had plagued him since he’d decided that he couldn’t live without Rory. He could honestly say that he wasn’t a man that frightened easily, but just the thought of something happening to Rory or their children because he wasn’t around to protect them absolutely terrified him.

  From what he knew about the James boys and what he’d learned about the Bradfords over the past few months, there was no doubt in his mind that if something happened to him, every single Bradford and James boy would step up and do right by Rory and their children. They would be protected, never want for anything and always have someone there to take care of them.

  It was more than he could have ever hoped for and for that he would be eternally grateful. That didn’t mean that he was going to let her family fuck him over and put him in “his place.” They needed to know from the start that Rory was now his responsibility and he wouldn’t tolerate any interference. He was pretty sure that they’d figured that out over the past week.

  If not…

  He was more than prepared to go through their “Initiation” again, he thought with a chuckle as he used his hold on the headboard and raised his head up and latched onto one of her large nipples, earning one of the sexiest little groans that he’d ever heard her make. He sucked and teased her large nipple until it was hard in his mouth. Then he teased it a little more before he released it and shifted his attention to her other breast, licking and kissing every square inch along the way until he had the nipple in his mouth and making her moan louder.

  God, he fucking loved that sound, he decided as he tightened his hold on the bed, ignoring the
creaking sounds of the headboard protesting the abuse, spread his legs, planted his feet on the bed and used his hold on the headboard to raise his hips and grind the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. She gasped in pleasure, a small whimper escaping her when he did it again and again until she was holding onto his biceps, her fingers digging into his muscles as he continued to thrust up against her, harder and faster until the tip of his cock finally found her core and with one hard thrust, he slid inside her.

  “Connor!”

  “Oh, Fuck!” he roared, tightening his hold on the headboard as he dug his feet harder into the bed and thrust inside her hard enough to force his sweats down further and freed his cock so that he could slide deep inside her.

  The bed creaked and with each hard thrust he sent the headboard banging into the wall, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He needed to be deeper inside her, fuck her harder and as amazing as it felt to slide his cock inside her wet pussy, it wasn’t enough. Releasing his hold on her breast, he dropped back onto the bed, giving up his hold on the headboard and brought his cuffed hands over his head until he was gripping her ass and using the hold to move her on top of him.

  It didn’t take long before Rory caught on and took over. Raising up on her knees, she shifted so that she could spread her legs wider and take him deeper inside as she released her hold on his biceps, cupped his face and kissed him like she’d die if she stopped. He kissed her back, tangling his tongue with hers as she rode his cock with abandon, taking him deeper and harder with every stroke.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, encouraging her to take what she wanted. “Take my cock, sweetheart.”

  Her answer was an incoherent moan and a cry of frustration as her movements became more desperate and frantic. “So fucking wet and tight,” he groaned, loving the way she lost it when he talked dirty to her.

  Keeping his hold on her bottom, he rolled her onto her back and thrust inside her, ignoring the bite of the metal cuffs digging into his wrist as he kissed his way to her ear and whispered. “I missed you, Rory. I’m missed holding you at night. I missed touching you, kissing you and sliding my tongue inside your pussy before I fucked you. Did you miss that, Rory?” he asked, slowing his thrusts as he fucked her.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “Yes!”

  “Say it,” he demanded, slowing his thrusts even further as he had to grit his teeth, struggling not to come until he had her screaming his name and digging her nails into his back. “Tell me how much you missed me, Rory. Tell me how much you missed getting fucked!”

  “Oh, God! she gasped, licking her lips hungrily as she spread her legs and tried to ride his cock, but he wouldn’t let her, not until he heard her tell him how badly she’d missed this, missed him.

  “Tell me just how badly you missed this,” he said tightly as he fucked her.

  “I missed you,” she admitted, practically yelling the admission and earning a harder thrust. “I missed you so much, Connor. God, I missed you!”

  “And did you miss this?” he asked, pulling out so that he could slowly slide back inside her, letting her feel just how hard she’d made him.

  Gasping, she nodded frantically, but that wasn’t good enough.

  “Tell me!” he whispered harshly, needing to hear her say the words. “Tell me how badly you missed getting fucked!”

  “Oh, God!” she screamed just as he felt her sheath clamp down tightly around him.

  “Fuck!” he growled, wanting to hear how badly she missed him, but unable to stop himself from fucking her harder, the feeling of her pussy squeezing him too fucking good to ignore.

  Within seconds she was screaming her release and he was cursing harshly as he continued to fuck her, his orgasm building down his spine as he felt his balls pull up tight and-

  “Oh, fuck no!” he groaned when she somehow managed to take him by surprise and shove him onto his back.

  Before he could stop her, she was pulling off his cock and sliding down his body, ducking beneath his cuffed hands when he went to reach for her, needing to slide back inside her so badly that he’d thought he’d fucking die if he didn’t feel her sheath wrapped around him again.

  “Rory,” he said her name tightly as he reached blindly for her again, never so close in his life to begging before, but he needed her so fucking badly that it hurt. “Baby, please-Oh, fuck!” he roared as she grabbed the waist of his sweatpants and yanked them down right around the time that her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

  Gasping, he reached back and grabbed hold of the headboard, terrified of what he’d do if he didn’t stop himself, and looked down to watch Rory swallow his cock with that mischievous glint in her eyes, the one that he’d seen over a hundred times in the past and the one that told him that the tables had just been turned on him.

  Panting hard, he watched as she slowly pulled her mouth back, allowing his glistening cock to escape her beautiful lips. “Did you miss me, Connor?” she asked calmly with a sensual smile as she dipped her head and ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip as though she hadn’t just been screaming his name less than a minute ago.

  This woman was calm and in control and they both knew it.

  “Yes,” he answered harshly, groaning seconds later when she rewarded him by licking his cock from the base to the tip again.

  “Did you miss fucking me, Connor?” she asked, making him close his eyes in pleasure, because there really was nothing like Rory taking control and bringing him to his knees.

  “Yes!”

  “What did you miss most about me?” she asked, licking her way back up to the tip of his cock and then slowly took it back between her lips.

  “Every fucking thing,” he admitted.

  She chuckled around his cock, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body. “Everything, huh?”

  “Yes!”

  “What do you want, Connor? Hmm, my mouth or my pussy?” she asked right before she took his cock back in her mouth and robbed him of the ability to think.

  A loud, long groan escaped him when she cupped his balls and sucked on his cock, making it difficult to decide, because as much as he loved sliding deep inside her, he loved this, too.

  “Did you think about me over the past week?” she asked as she once again allowed his cock to slide free of her mouth.

  “Every fucking minute of every fucking day,” he admitted, gasping for air as he watched Rory slowly sit up and straddle him again.

  “Really?” she asked with that teasing little smile of hers that drove him crazy as she ran her hands over his torso and ground down against his cock, rubbing her wet pussy over him.

  “Yes!” he practically snarled, desperate for her as his hold tightened on the headboard and he somehow resisted the urge to shove her on her back and fuck her until his balls stopped hurting.

  “What do you want, Connor?” she asked, slowly rubbing her pussy on him, rubbing back and forth…back and forth…

  “You!” he roared as she sent him over the edge with a simple twist of her hips, rubbing her clit over the underside of his cock, making him groan and every muscle in his body tighten as he came, harder than he ever thought possible without being inside a woman.

  She kept grinding her wet pussy on him, causing his cock to jerk with each movement until he suddenly found his cock back inside her tight sheath as she lost control, riding him harder and faster as he laid there, gritting his teeth and watching her as she lost control until he couldn’t take anymore and he found himself yelling her name just as his name was ripped from her beautiful lips. She fell on him, panting hard as she turned her head, gave him a sleepy little smile that ended on a sigh as he turned his head and brushed his lips against hers.

  “I love you, Rory,” he managed to get out before he joined her with the knowledge that he would never have to spend another night without her.

  Chapter 5

  “I am never speaking to you again!”

  Rory sighed heavily as she walked past Jaso
n, pausing only long enough to ram her finger into his side, a move she’d perfected years ago thanks to Connor, and sighed with satisfaction when the big baby gasped in pain and jumped back.

  “How could you?” he demanded in outrage, pressing his hand against his side as he gave her what he probably considered his best pout.

  “Easily,” she admitted with a smile that was quickly followed by a yawn as she walked past all her brothers and cousins standing around the kitchen, devouring everything from boxes of cereal to bags of chips and letting her know that there was absolutely no hope of finding something to eat, not with her brothers and cousins in the house, but she still held out hope that they’d missed an egg or two.

  She opened the fridge, sighed, shook her head with disgust, let