Honeymoon from Hell I (Honeymoon from Hell 1)

can forget this ever happened. We can go to Europe, on a cruise, to Mexico, we can….,” he trailed off when he heard what sounded suspiciously like a snort of amusement.

“Are you laughing at me?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing in the dark as the ungrateful woman in his arms started to giggle uncontrollably.

“Yes!” she managed to get out on a gasp as she continued to laugh her adorable little ass off while he sat there, rightfully seething.

How dare she laugh at him and the wonderful honeymoon that he’d worked his ass off to give her?

Without another word, he picked up his ungrateful wife and placed her back on her side before he folded his arms over his chest and pointedly looked away with a sniff, not caring that she couldn’t see the move. After everything that he’d done to give her the perfect honeymoon and this was how she repaid him?

“Jason?” his inconsiderate wife said around a snort of amusement.

“Go away.”

“I’m sorry!” she said, and he probably would have believed her if she hadn’t started laughing again.

“That’s it. I want a divorce,” he said firmly, wondering just how hard it would be to get their marriage annulled.

“Jason,” she said around a snort of amusement as she reached for him, but he pulled away and shifted closer to the door, refusing to allow the vicious woman to fill his head with patronizing apologies and caresses when they both knew that she didn’t mean any of it.

“I believe we’ve said everything that needs to be said,” he said with a sniff as he once again pulled away from her touch.

“Jason-”

“Save if for the judge.”

“But-”

“I’ll be damned if I stay in a loveless marriage!”

There was a slight pause before she said, “A loveless marriage,” in a tone that he did not care for, not at all.

“I think it would be for the best if we didn’t say anything else.”

“I see,” she murmured thoughtfully as he sat there, wondering how he’d missed the fact that he’d married such a heartless woman when he felt something wet dropped onto his lap. Frowning, he reached down and picked up the soaked rag.

“What’s this?” he asked, trying to figure out why she was throwing things at him.

“My nightie,” she said, sounding bored as he sat there, letting her words sink in and when they did, he slowly dropped the expensive wet rag on the floor of his truck with a murmured, “So, you’re naked?”

“Completely.”

“The panties?” he asked, reaching back and grabbed a hold of the wet shirt clinging to his back and slowly dragged it off.

“Drying on your dashboard.”

He toed off his waterlogged shoes as he unsnapped his jeans and shoved the soaked, uncooperative material off along with his boxers. This time when he felt her reach for him, he didn’t back away. When he felt her small hand land on his knee, he shifted at an angle and groaned when he felt her talented lips wrap around the tip of his cock.

Licking his lips, he carefully threaded his fingers through her wet, tangled hair and somehow resisted the urge to the shift his hips when he felt her mouth slowly slide down his cock. With his other hand, he ran his hand over her back, making note of the cool skin covered in goose bumps before he skimmed his hand over her perfectly rounded ass and found what he was looking for.

“So fucking wet,” he growled approvingly as he slid a finger inside her.

“Do you still want a divorce?” she asked as she pulled her mouth free from his cock.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk to you without my lawyer present,” he explained as he slowly slid his finger out of her only to slide it back in, earning a sexy little moan that had him arching his hips.

“That’s probably a good idea,” she murmured in agreement as she opened her mouth so that he could slide inside and lose his fucking mind.

Chapter 9

“Oh God…”

Breaths coming faster, she moved her mouth down the large, thick erection sliding between her lips. She loved doing this for him, loved the feel of him sliding in her mouth, the noises that he made as he started to lose control, but more than anything, she loved it when he finally lost control.

“Baby, stop,” he pleaded even as he continued to roll his hips, sliding his cock inside her mouth.

She gladly took it as she reached between his legs and gently cupped his balls in her hand. She ran her hand over the cool silk skin, gently squeezing them as she allowed her teeth to graze the underside of his cock, earning a loud pained groan that told her everything that she needed to know.

He wasn’t going to last very much longer, which made this the perfect time to settle something.

“You still want a divorce?” she asked, pulling out of reach so that the next time that large cock glided towards her, she could trace the underside with her tongue.

“I believe we’ve already discussed this,” he said, sliding a second finger inside her.

“You know that I love you, right?” she whispered as she spread her legs a little wider and pushed back against his hand as she kissed the tip of his cock.

“Yes,” he hissed in pleasure as she teased the thick, sensitive head with her tongue.

“Do you love me?” she asked on a gasp as she pushed back against his fingers.

“More than anything,” he promised and since all she cared about was him knowing just how much she loved him, she returned her attention to the large erection straining to get to her.

She took the large head back into her mouth and slowly sucked on it as she gave his balls one last gentle squeeze. The sexy growl he released had her eyes flickering shut in pleasure while she pushed back against his hand, faster and harder until she was riding his hand, gasping and moaning as she greedily took him in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason groaned, thrusting his fingers in her harder. “Baby, I’m not going to last if you keep-”

“What the hell are you doing blocking my driveway?”

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“Does your wife want to go warm up in the house?” Ed, the retired mechanic who owned the house and woods that they were currently parked in front of, asked not bothering to look up from the bolt that he was currently tightening.

Shifting his attention away from what Ed was doing to his engine, Jason looked around the popped hood of his truck to find Haley, still curled up in the fetal position lying across his bench seat. Sighing heavily, he shook his head. “No, I think she’s good,” he said even as he had to wonder if she was ever going to be able to look him in the eye again.

Then again, she had been caught giving him a blowjob by a seventy-year-old man wielding a flashlight and a baseball bat, he reminded himself as he focused his attention back to what Ed was doing. She’d probably never get over this, he realized, sending a silent apology to his poor cock.

“She’ll get over it,” Ed said with a knowing smile and a chuckle as he released the latch and let the hood drop shut. “Just give her some time.”

Jason chuckled as he picked up the large toolbox for Ed. “I could give her the rest of our lives and there’s no way in hell that she’s ever going to be able to forget this trip.”

“That bad, huh?” Ed asked, taking the toolbox from Jason and tossed it in the back of his truck.

“It’s definitely one for the record books,” Jason said, rubbing the back of his neck as he slowly exhaled. “I should have known better.”

Ed cocked a brow in question. “I’m guessing there’s an interesting story behind that comment.”

“You could say that,” he said absently, regretting not listening to his father and uncles when they’d tried to warn him against taking Haley for a honeymoon before the year mark was up, but he’d been so determined to do right by her that he’d simply shrugged it off as more Bradford bullshit meant to fuck with his head.

“I’m not sure what your plans are now, but if you want to try and salvage

this honeymoon of yours, there’s this little bed and breakfast not too far from here that just might do the trick,” Ed said with a pointed look towards the truck where Haley was probably praying for a hole to open up and swallow her whole.

“I don’t think there’s any chance of salvaging this honeymoon,” he finally admitted to himself, giving up any hope of making this right for the woman who deserved better and settled on praying that he was able to get her home before anything else could go wrong.

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