NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (2 page)

“
I’ll build you a house,
sweetheart. Anything you want,” he promised against her
neck.

“
I just want you, Trevor,”
she said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had
him.

“
You have me, sweetheart,”
he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into
her eyes. “I promise that you will always have me.”

“
No more pretending,” she
said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing that it would kill her to go
one more day pretending that he wasn’t everything to her. Out of
everything that had happened between them that was the one thing
that hurt the most.

“
Never. I’m going to make
damn sure that everyone knows that you’re all mine,” he swore just
before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry
kiss.

“
You promise?” she asked
against his mouth, feeling her heart race.

“
Promise,” he
swore.

“
Any other conditions for
this new arrangement that I should know about?” he asked, moving
his mouth back to her neck.

“
Just,” she said, licking
her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts,
“that the sex condition is still very much in effect.”

“
I suppose that will be
fine,” he murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast
until he could once again take her nipple into his
mouth.

“
A-and I get to name our
kids,” she said, hoping that he was properly distracted, because
she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked,
names that were really pretty and underused.

“
Not fucking happening,” he
said, releasing her nipple.

“
But-”

“
Not happening,” he said as
his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip he guided her
off of his lap and onto her back. “As much as I love you, I just
can’t let you do that to my boys, sweetheart.”

“
But-”

“
Not happening,” he said,
pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was
crouching between her bent legs.

“
What about Frances or
Julian? Those are both-
oh my God, don’t
stop doing that!
” she practically screamed
when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her
slit.

“
So,” he said casually as if
he weren’t currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely
running his tongue between her slit, just missing her clit, “let me
see if I understand this new arrangement.”

She may have whimpered when he traced her
slit with the tip of his tongue and she damn well knew that she
moaned when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she
rotated her hips, desperate to force his teasing tongue to go where
she needed it, but he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he
wanted her.

“
You’re going to be at my
beck and call for sex,” he mused and she moaned in agreement. “I’m
going to take care of you while you worship me and we’re getting
married. Did I miss anything?”

“
I really don’t remember you
proposing or more importantly, saying yes,” she managed to point
out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to
licking.

“
I did. You just don’t
remember,” he said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as
he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her
crazy.

“
No, you didn’t.”

“
I did,” he said, sliding
his finger between her slit to tease her entrance.

“
I think I would have
remembered that,” she said, licking her lips as her body trembled
in anticipation.

“
You were overcome with joy.
In fact, if memory serves me correctly you said the sooner the
better, because you were looking forward to waking up at three in
the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body
twenty-four seven so really you should be-”

“
You’re right,” she said,
panting as she rolled her hips into his touch, closing her eyes in
bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her. “You did
propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move
on to the actual sex now, right?” she asked, sounding desperate and
not really caring at the moment.

He chuckled, the bastard. “I suppose we could
do that,” he said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his
finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm. As he fingered her,
he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, before pausing between
her legs to drive her insane by taking her clit between his lips
and sucking.

She reached down and ran her fingers through
his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned
as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her.
After a minute he pressed one last kiss to her wet slit before he
pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to
press a tender kiss where their babies were.

Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out
as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she
knew that he was setting her up for. When he took her mouth in a
hungry kiss she slid her hands down his back and between them,
cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust
against her hand.

Without any hesitation, she released the two
buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection
and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small
groan, he removed his finger and slid inside her. She couldn’t
believe how good he felt.

Without a condom she could feel the smooth
velvety skin and hard veins to perfection. He felt so good, so
right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss. As he
devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he
was thrusting his cock inside her, he wrapped his arms around her
and held her tightly.

“
Love you.....love you,
Zoe,” he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.

She opened her mouth to tell him how much she
loved him, but he chose that moment to do a little twist thrust
with his hips that sent her flying. Digging her nails into his
back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that
only seemed to set him off. He began pounding into her until she
was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of
the couch. In seconds he had her screaming his name as he groaned
out his own release.

For several minutes they laid there trying to
catch their breath as they held each other tightly. They probably
would have stayed that way for the rest of the night if her
traitorous stomach hadn’t growled, startling them both.

With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers
through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again
to press a tender kiss to her stomach. “I guess it’s time to feed
the baby,” he said, looking and sounding truly happy and she
couldn’t help but smile.

Never in a million years would she have
thought that a woman like her could make a man like him happy, but
he was and for the first time in her life she was truly content.
She had a good job, good dogs, babies on the way and a man that
she’d fall more in love with each passing day.

“
I’ll go make you a
sandwich,” he said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting
her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that she also had a
man that she loved to torment.

“
Better make it two, you do
know that we’re having twins, right?” she asked innocently and
tried not to laugh when he stumbled.

Chapter 1

“
Please, just let me die
,” Zoe whispered harshly, hugging her bent knees tightly
against her chest as the hot water continued to rain down on her,
giving her some relief from the nausea, not much, but at the moment
she’d take whatever she could get.

“
Sweetheart, you need to
take this pill,” Trevor patiently explained from where he knelt on
the bathroom floor beside the bathtub, holding a pill and the cup
of ginger ale that was even at this distance causing her stomach to
lurch violently.

She clamped her mouth shut, because just the
thought of putting anything in her mouth right now made her pray
for death. She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t, she decided,
unaware that she’d started shaking her head with a miserable moan.
All she wanted to do was sit here under the spray of hot water for
the next five months until it was time for the babies to come out,
but she knew that was impossible thanks to the small hot water
heater that would probably only last for a few more minutes.

“
Please take the pill,”
Trevor said soothingly. “It will make you feel so much
better.”

“
It will make it worse,” she
muttered pathetically as she tightened her hold around her knees,
noting with dread that the water was starting to cool
off.

“
I promise that it will make
it all better,” he crooned softly as he pulled the curtain back
slowly and attempted to approach her with the pill and the ginger
ale that promised to send her running back to the
toilet.

“
I-I can’t,” she muttered,
stubbornly turning her head away.

“
You can,” he said, reaching
up and turning the water off. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but
this will make you feel so much better.”

Biting her lip, she shook her head.

“
It will dissolve very
quickly.”

Another shake of her head.

“
If it doesn’t work, I’ll
let you go for my balls?” he offered, promising her the one thing
in the world that would make her even consider risking another
three hours curled up by the toilet, praying for death that had
refused to come.

“
It won’t work,” she argued,
swallowing back the bile that threatened to send her crawling out
of the bathtub and returning to the spot by the toilet that she was
starting to consider hers.

“
It will. The doctor
promised that these would take care of your nausea almost
immediately,” Trevor said, holding the pill out to her with a
hopeful expression that was going to get him slapped.

“
He said the same thing
about the last pills,” she reminded him with a barely suppressed
shudder as she remembered her reaction to the last prescription
that the doctor had called in for her earlier, the one that he’d
guaranteed would ease her stomach. The moment that Trevor had
returned from the twenty-four hour pharmacy, she’d popped two
pills, chased them down with a sip of water and immediately
regretted it.

“
I know he did, sweetheart,
but I think this will work,” Trevor promised in a cooing tone that
had her opening her eyes just so that she could glare at
him.

“
How exactly can you make
that promise?” she demanded, scowling at the bastard that had done
this to her even as she reached out and grudgingly took the pills
from him.

“
Because this time I skipped
your doctor and went straight to Uncle Ethan,” he explained as
though that meant something special to her.

“
How exactly does that help
me?” she had to ask as she forced the pill in her mouth, squeezed
her eyes shut and accepted a sip of ginger ale from the
impregnating bastard all while trying not to remember what happened
the last time a pill slid down her throat.

“
Because I refused to leave
him alone until he wrote you a prescription for the good shit,” he
said, sounding unconcerned as she blindly reached out and slapped
her hands against the side of the tub, waiting for the moment when
she would pray for death, but…

It never came.

“
Oh my God,” she mumbled,
opening her eyes and taking her first relieved breath in hours
since Trevor had offered her an egg salad sandwich, which had
triggered some unholy reaction in her body and had sent her running
for the bathroom in the first place.

“
Better?” Trevor asked with
an approving smile as he held the cup of ginger ale to
her.

“
Mmmhmm,” she murmured in
agreement as she took a slow sip of the cold soda, nearly moaning
in relief when the action didn’t cause her stomach to rebel. “Much
better,” she agreed on a sigh, placing a hand over her sore stomach
while he pulled the cup away.

“
Why don’t we get you out of
there and in something a little more comfortable?” Trevor suggested
with a sympathetic murmur that took her by surprise and made her
feel so special, because she knew without a doubt that he really
loved her and their unborn babies.

Sniffling back a sob, she shot him a grateful
smile and allowed him to help her out of the tub. When he wrapped
her in a large fluffy towel, she had to bite her lip to stop
herself from doing something silly like crying, something that she
was afraid that she was going to end up doing a lot over the next
five months.

“
I love you, Trevor,” she
found herself saying, unable to keep so much emotion to herself,
not right now.

God, she was pathetic, she thought with a
sniffle even as she sent him a shy, watery smile, unable to believe
just how lucky she’d been to find someone so sweet and kind like
Trevor.

“
I love you, too,
sweetheart,” Trevor said soothingly as he wrapped another towel
around her and pulled her close so that he could hold her. “I love
you so much, Zoe,” he said, making her smile even as she sniffled
and closed her eyes, content on staying in the arms of the sweetest
man alive.