Honeymoon from Hell I (Honeymoon from Hell 1)

Prologue

(A Little Recap for those of you who may have forgotten where we left off)

“Stop!” Jason begged.

Haley finished pulling his belt loose, unbuttoned his pants, and had his zipper down before he could say it again. She sat back, leaving his pants open and revealing the large bulge now hidden only by his gray boxer briefs.

“Okay,” she said soothingly. Jason sucked in a deep breath and visibly relaxed.

She knew that she was pushing him, but she had no choice. Jason was being so damn stubborn and wouldn’t listen to her. She mentally tsked him as she stood up. If only he’d stuck around two weeks ago, he’d know exactly how much she wanted him and how sorry she was that she’d hurt him.

There was no doubt in her mind that she’d hurt him and she hated herself so much for it. Months ago when she’d welcomed Jason into her life she’d been so foolish to think that she was done with categorizing people into safe little groups to protect herself. All she’d managed to do was hurt both of them and push Jason away.

When she’d told herself there could never be anything more with Jason she’d been so foolish. She’d been so frightened to let herself truly love him and hope for a future that she’d told herself was impossible. She’d been so damn selfish and because of that she’d hurt the man she loved.

Now he was hurting and trying his best to take care of her by protecting her. As much as it warmed her heart that he’d do anything to make her happy, even suffer, she was actually pretty pissed. His stubbornness was only delaying the inevitable. She’d break out the fists of fury to knock some sense into him, but she didn’t want to hurt him.

So that left only one thing.......

Biting back a smile, she stood up and leaned back against the kitchen table. She’d never done anything so bold in her life, but this was for Jason. It didn’t hurt that he was handcuffed and couldn’t stop her.

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she asked coyly.

“Yes,” he hissed, still panting.

“Hmmm, then perhaps we should just talk?” she suggested as she stepped out of her high heels.

Jason’s eyes narrowed on the action as he absently nodded.

“I think we should forget about being friends, Haley, and go our separate ways,” he said, looking up, but not quite meeting her eyes. “Once my house sells, I’m moving away for good.”

“That’s really not going to work for me,” Haley said, reaching up and slowly unbuttoning her silk blouse.

“That’s too damn bad, Haley! I’m moving. You need to move on,” he snapped, clearly trying not to watch as she revealed a black lacy bra.

“Have you moved on?” she casually asked, gently shrugging out of her shirt.

“Yes,” he said without any hesitation.

“I see,” Haley said, biting back a smile, as his eyes practically devoured her.

She reached back and released the fastenings on her skirt and watched as Jason followed the skirt as it hit the floor, hesitating at the matching black panties. Haley stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside before leaning back against the table.

“So,” she said, tracing the top of her bra with the tip of her finger, “you’re over me?”

“Yes.”

“I guess this means you want me to get dressed and leave,” she said, having absolutely no intention of leaving until he was hers.

He hesitated, making her smile. “Yes.”

“That’s a damn shame,” Haley said, reaching up between her breasts and undoing the front clasp. She held the cups together as she studied him. He couldn’t seem to stop shifting in his chair or take his eyes off her.

“What is?” Jason asked distractedly.

“Well, what if I don’t want it to be over?” she asked, slowly peeling away each cup, revealing tight hard nipples.

Jason cursed softly as she let the bra drop to the floor. “You don’t care,” she started to ask as she spread her legs to give him a better view of what waited for him, “if another man touches me?”

She watched a large muscle in his clenched jaw twitch while she absently ran the tips of her fingers of one hand over her breast and down her stomach.

“No, I don’t,” he bit out coldly.

“Really?” she asked, turning so that she could lean over the table and grab the Tupperware bowl she’d brought with her. She looked over her shoulder and bit back a smile when she caught Jason licking his lips hungrily as his eyes ran over her bottom.

“I guess then I should tell you that Mark, the new biology teacher, asked me out tomorrow night. Dinner at his house,” she said offhandedly, popping the top of the container as she watched his reaction.

His eyes snapped up to hers and she couldn’t help but notice all the muscles in his neck and chest going taut.

“It’s none of my business,” he ground out.

She picked up the bowl, turned, and knelt in front of him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, shifting nervously.

Haley pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she placed the bowl on the floor. She reached over and pulled his boxer briefs down, releasing his rather angry looking erection. She resisted the urge to run her fingers down it.

“There, that looks more comfortable,” she murmured as she picked up the bowl again.

“Oh God.....is that buttercream frosting?” Jason asked in a strangled voice

“Mmmhmm,” she said, dipping her finger in the buttercream and making a show of licking it off. “Mmmm.” She dipped her finger in the delicious frosting again. “I believe I owe you,” she said, reaching up and smearing the frosting over one of his nipples.

He hissed in a breath when she leaned over and licked it off. “The deal was that I licked an entire bowl off of you,” Jason said between clenched teeth.

“But this is so much more fun,” Haley said, scooping up more frosting. She gave him a sly smile as she reached over and smeared the frosting over the underside of his hard cock. “A lot more fun.”

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