NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (5 page)

He was fucking taking her, come hell or high
water, on a real vacation. After all the bullshit that she’d been
through in her life, she deserved this and more. Plus, it would
show her just how much he loved her so he was definitely going to
do this.

“
Then do it after the babies
are born and Haley and I can watch them so that you can take her on
a nice vacation where you don’t have to worry about this stupid
fucking curse kicking your ass and fucking with your
marriage.”

Trevor shook his head. “She’s waited long
enough. I’m not going to make her wait any longer.”

Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, Jason
tossed the empty syrup bottle away. “You’re going to regret
this.”

He thought about Zoe and that mischievous
smile of hers and shook his head. There was no way in hell that he
was going to regret giving Zoe the perfect honeymoon, but
first…

He had to give her the perfect wedding
night.

*-*-*-*

“
Zoe?”

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and bit
her lip, as she laid there trying to pretend that she was asleep
while Trevor called her name and her puppies playfully nipped at
her toes.

“
Baby, are you
awake?”

“
No?” she said, shaking her
head as she pulled the covers over her head.

“
Are you hiding?” Trevor
asked as he gently pulled the covers off her head.

“
No?”

“
I see,” he murmured,
sounding thoughtful as the puppies gave up attacking her toes and
stumbled over each other to get to her face to give her puppy
kisses until Trevor picked them up with a chuckle and placed them
on the floor.

“
Is Jason still here?” she
asked, opening her eyes just enough so that she could see for
herself.

“
No,” Trevor said, leaning
down to kiss her temple. “He left.”

“
Okay,” she said, pulling
the covers back over her head, deciding that the humiliation of
getting caught with Trevor’s head between her legs demanded that
she spend the rest of her life right here, beneath the covers where
there was absolutely no chance of running into Jason ever
again.

“
Are you hungry?” Trevor
asked, pulling back the covers so that he could kiss her temple,
her cheek and then her neck, which she had to admit, helped to take
the edge off her humiliation.

A bit…

“
I could eat,” she admitted,
deciding that mentioning that she was starving after eating all of
those pancakes, hash browns and sausages would probably only add to
her humiliation.

“
Do you want to go out to
eat?” he asked, pressing another kiss to her neck, this time just
beneath her pulse point, tickling her skin with his early morning
whiskers and making her toes curl with pleasure.

And risk the chance of people guessing by the
expression on her face what she’d been caught doing? No, she was
good. “No, I’m kind of tired,” she said, which was sadly the
truth.

She’d never been so tired before in her life.
Then again, when she wasn’t tired, she was hungry and when she
wasn’t hungry she was tired. Exhaling softly, she tilted her head
to the side to give him better access to that spot just below her
ear. This pregnancy was already taking its toll on her and she
wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to manage five more months of
this.

“
Do you want me to run out
and get something for you?” he asked, gently suckling on her neck
as he deftly reached beneath her tee shirt and bra and palmed her
breast, which she had to admit also took the edge off her
humiliation.

Her body responded instantly to his touch,
her nipples hardened and became sensitive, responding in a way that
they never had before. God, she wanted him, she thought with a
desperation that actually frightened her. Licking her lips, she
grabbed hold of his t-shirt and tore it off him, barely aware that
he was growling in approval or that he’d released his hold on her
breast, reached down, shoved her sweatpants as far down as they
would go, ripped off her panties, shifted back away from her,
flipped her over onto her stomach and-

An inarticulate scream tore from her lips as
he entered her in one hard stroke. The scream had barely finished
echoing throughout the room when she suddenly found herself pulled
back onto her knees, her back against Trevor’s bare chest, his
hands on her large breasts, using his hold to keep her against him
as he took her.

“
Fucking love you,” he
groaned, kissing her neck hungrily as his grip tightened around her
breasts. “Love you,” he groaned as he slammed into her, “Love you
so fucking much.”

She tried to answer him, tried to tell him
how much she loved him, but all she could manage were needy little
whimpers, sobs and breathless cries, demanding that he fuck her
harder, begging him not to stop even as her body violently trembled
as each thrust sent her closer and closer to the release that she
knew that she wasn’t ready for. When it hit, she screamed the only
thing in the world that mattered to her.

She screamed his name.

Chapter 5

“
Oh, my God, you are,” gag, “the best!” Zoe said,
pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she was forced once
again to stop on the gangplank, grab onto the rail, bend over and
take a deep breath as she struggled not to throw up.

“
Is everything okay, miss?”
one of the ship’s crew asked as he held out his hand to help Zoe up
the rest of the way, but one glare from Trevor had the man dropping
his hand quickly and taking a hasty step back.

“
I’m fine,” she said with a
huge smile as she continued the rest of the way up the gangplank,
looking really excited even while she looked like she was going to
be sick at any moment.

“
Baby, are you sure?” he
asked, placing his hand on her lower back as apprehension tingled
up his spine, making him wonder if this was such a good idea after
all.

“
I just haven’t taken my
pill yet,” she reassured him with another one of those smiles that
managed to make him smile back and quickly forget about any
lingering misgivings that he may have had about taking her on this
trip.

“
Why don’t we go take care
of that right now?” he suggested with a smile for his wife even as
he sent the man waiting to take their bags to their suite a look
that told him that he better move his ass.

Three hours later, he decided that taking his
wife on a cruise for their honeymoon was fucking genius. Thanks to
the pill his uncle had prescribed for her morning sickness, a
shower to help her relax after they were forced to go through the
ship’s mandatory emergency drill, the last minute deal that his
travel agent had managed to get them for this mini-suite and the
fact that his wife was naked and wet in his arms, he was definitely
feeling good about this honeymoon.

“
What do you want to do
first?” he asked, running his hands down her damp back and down to
her ass, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her as he kissed and
nibbled her neck, praying that the first thing that she wanted to
do was to test out the queen size bed only a few feet
away.

“
I was thinking,” she said
with a sheepish little smile as she stood on her toes so that she
could press a kiss to his chin, “that I could take a nap? I’m kind
of tired.”

“
Of course,” he said,
smiling as he pulled back just a bit so that she wouldn’t realize
that he’d had other plans for that bed.

Apparently, he wasn’t able to hide his
hopeful intentions from her, because she sent him an apologetic
smile as she pulled back, grabbed one of his shirts from his bag,
pulled it on and curled up in the middle of the bed. Before he
could ask her if she wanted company, she was softly snoring and he
was left standing there having absolutely no fucking clue what he
should do while she slept.

He’d never been on a cruise before and to be
honest, he’d never had any interest in going on one, but he was on
one now for one simple reason.

His wife.

She’d always wanted to go on a real vacation,
but had never been able to afford one before. She didn’t like
talking about growing up in foster care, but from what little she’d
told him, he knew that the day trips that she’d gone on with the
group homes she’d stayed at and the small weekend trips that a few
foster families had taken her along on in no way counted as a
vacation. At least, not in his opinion and now that she was part of
his family, he was going to fix that.

He’d take her all over the world if that’s
what she wanted. He’d work weekends and nights, sell all of his
properties to make it happen, anything to make her happy, but first
he had to figure out something to do to kill the next hour or two
so that his beautiful wife could catch up on some much needed
sleep. He considered crawling in bed behind her just so that he
could hold her, but then decided that pressing up against all her
delicious curves would probably make it difficult for him to keep
his hands off her and since he was trying to behave, that just
wouldn’t work for him.

He looked around the suite, noting the small
love seat and the flat screen television on the wall and dismissed
the idea of watching television to kill some time. She needed sleep
and he was damn well going to make sure that she got some, which
meant that he was going to have to kill a few hours walking around
a really big fucking ship with nothing to do.

Throwing his beautiful wife one last glance,
he walked over to the small table in the corner, scribbled a note
letting her know where he was going and placed it on the pillow by
her head. Unable to help himself, he leaned over and kissed her
forehead, chuckling as he moved back and out of the way as she
swatted at him in her sleep. Grumbling something that made him
smile, she turned over onto her side, curled up, snuggled back into
her pillow and commenced with the cute little snores that he would
happily listen to for the rest of his life.

Deciding that there was nothing else to do,
he quickly changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a grey Bradford
Construction tee shirt. Unable to help himself once again, he
leaned over, kissed his wife and chuckled when she went to swat at
him again. Sending her one last look, he grabbed his keycard and
headed for the door, wondering how he was going to kill the next
few hours. He let himself out, making sure to close the door
quietly behind him.

“
May I tidy your room and
store your luggage for you, sir?” a cruise employee asked with a
congenial smile as he came to a stop in front of Trevor.

“
My wife is sleeping,”
Trevor said, gesturing for the man to continue on his
way.

The employee nodded. “I’ll make sure that I
keep the hallways quiet, sir.”

“
Thank you,” Trevor said,
before adding with a proud smile simply because he couldn’t believe
it, “she’s pregnant.”

The man’s smile instantly warmed.
“Congratulations, sir.”

“
Thank you,” Trevor murmured
as he walked away, shaking his head in wonder.

In a matter of months he was going to be a
father and he couldn’t fucking wait. He was going to work his ass
off to be the best father to his children. He didn’t care if they
were as smart as his cousin Jason or dyslexic like him, he was
going to love them and be there for them. He was never going to
make his children feel like shit, unwanted or like some fucking
obligation that he got stuck with because he forgot to use a condom
one night.

His children were going to know from the
start that they were loved and fucking adored. He’d always be there
for them.

Always.

The same could be said for Zoe. Like the rest
of the men in his family he took his marriage vows seriously. He
would never fuck around on her. He would never want to or feel the
need to cheat on her. Bradford men were raised to take marriage
seriously. When you gave a woman your word that you would always be
there for her, take care of her, love her and cherish her, you did
it.

Bradfords took marriage fucking seriously,
which is why the men in his family didn’t marry unless they were
out of their fucking minds and ready to make someone else the
center of their world, to put someone else’s needs and wants first.
For years he never thought that he’d ever really find the one that
he would give anything just to see smile. He always thought that
when he got married that it would be to a woman that met every
single one of his requirements, but then came along Zoe…

Christ, she blew away everything that he ever
thought that he would want in a woman. She was……she was…

She was fucking everything to him.

“
Excuse me? Could you hand
me a towel?” a beautiful brunette wearing a barely-there two-piece
bikini asked with a coy smile as she reached up and pushed back a
strand of wet hair behind her ear.

Trevor barely spared her a glance as he
reached over grabbed a towel off a cart, tossed it to her as he
stepped past her and out the door onto the sunlit deck where dozens
of couples were walking around, smiling and looking like there was
no where else on earth that they’d rather be than strolling around
this damn boat while all he wanted to do was to go back to his room
and curl up with his cranky wife and watch the game.

Sighing, he walked past a young couple
wearing matching baby pink shirts declaring that they were
honeymooners and rolled his eyes. Fucking pathetic, he thought,
feeling bad for the poor bastard that was already whipped. That was
definitely no way to start a marriage, he mused absently as he
pulled his cellphone out to see if he’d missed a call or a text
from Zoe, letting him know that she needed him before he shoved it
back in his pocket and stepped around the poor bastard that had
willingly given up his rights to call himself a man and strolled
down the deck, keeping to the left and out of the way of couples
and children rushing over to the railing to stare at the ocean.