Honeymoon from Hell VI (Honeymoon from Hell 6)

comforting at the moment.

“It’s really not,” she muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest and sat there in the incredibly comfortable tub, pouting.

“I see,” he mumbled thoughtfully as he laid his arms over hers and pulled her closer.

“Good. Then there’s no need to explain the need for a divorce then,” she said, sighing with relief as she felt herself relax in his arms.

“A divorce is definitely the only way to go at this point,” he said, sounding serious and making her lips twitch with amusement, damn him!

“Good,” she said with a firm nod, glad that was over with so that they could move on with the rest of their lives and pretend that this never happened.

It was sad and she would miss him, but it was for the best.

God, she really was going to miss him, she thought as she relaxed back against him. It was such a shame to have to move on after all these years, she thought as she spread her legs when she felt one of his deviously large hands slid down her stomach and trace his fingers above her slit.

Knowing that this could very well be the last time that they were together, she decided with a moan of pleasure as she titled her head back, reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, giving it a small tug so she could kiss him as he traced her slit with his finger.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned against his lips as he leisurely teased her slit, taking his time and helping her forget what his pain in the ass cousins had walked in on barely an hour ago.

“Do you like that?” he whispered as he allowed his fingertip to tease her slit.

“Yes,” she whispered with a groan as she placed her hand over his and moved it further down between her legs and with a simple shift, slid his finger inside her.

“Why don’t we take this back to the bedroom?” he suggested even as he slid his finger inside her.

“You don’t like it in here?” she asked, shifting so that her bottom rubbed up against his erection.

“I like it in here just fine,” he said as he continued to finger her, “but I’d like it better if I could do this on the bed where I could feel just how wet you are for me.”

“You can feel just fine,” she said on a moan as she rode his finger, moving her other hand over his free hand and placed it on her breast, right over the hard nipple that needed his touch.

He chuckled even as he groaned while his very capable hand took over and gave her breast a good squeeze, allowing the hard nipple to slide between his fingers. “You’re going to make me ruin the surprise,” he admitted as he rolled his hips beneath her, rubbing his cock against her ass as he slid a second finger inside her and gave her breast a squeeze that had her breath catching in her throat, making it difficult for her to want to leave the bathtub, but she had to admit that she was also intrigued about the surprise to refuse.

A few minutes later, she realized that she definitely should have refused as well as considered Googling a good divorce attorney.

Or a hitman, whatever.

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“Marybeth!”

“Rot in hell, you lying son of a bitch!” she snapped from the other side of the bathroom door where she’d locked herself shortly after she’d spotted his surprise.

Or rather, what was left of it.

“This isn’t a good sign,” Trevor, the asshole that he should have killed when he had a chance, said from his left, where he stood, devouring the plate of chocolate dipped fruit while the asshole to his right was sipping from the five hundred dollar bottle of champagne that he’d ordered to go along with the romantic dinner that his asshole cousins seemed to have inhaled before the tray made it inside the room.

“You may want to consider marriage counseling,” Jason said solemnly as Darrin stood there, wearing nothing but a towel as he glared at the bathroom door.

It was either glare at the bathroom door or kill his cousins and since his Lieutenant would probably frown upon keeping him on staff after he’d murdered the bastards, he continued to stare at the door, praying that his rage didn’t cause him to do something that he’d regret later…much later.

“Why. Are. You. Here?” he ground out, barely able to get the words out without giving into the need to beat the shit out of his cousins.

It was just so damn tempting…

“Well,” Jason said, finishing off the bottle of champagne, “we decided that your theory was bullshit.”

“I see,” he murmured absently as he reached for the doorknob to the bathroom, hopeful that she’d unlocked it since the last time he’d checked so that he could join her in there and pretend that his asshole cousins weren’t doing everything in their power to ruin what should have been the perfect honeymoon.

“Looks like the honeymoon’s over,” Trevor said as Jason nodded in agreement.

“You might as well pack it up and go home,” Jason said, sighing heavily.

“When you get home, I would seriously look into marriage counseling.”

“Bastard!” Marybeth snapped from the bathroom where she was most likely planning his demise.

“You shouldn’t have to take this abuse,” Jason, the most unhelpful bastard that ever walked the earth, said with a sympathetic shake of his head.

“You really shouldn’t,” Trevor agreed distractedly as he returned his attention to the tray of food that they’d already picked clean.

“Why are you here?” he found himself asking hollowly as he tried to figure out what he could have possibly done in another life to deserve this fucked up existence.

“To keep you safe,” Jason explained with a shrug as he gave up keeping him company in front of the door and decided to throw himself across the large comfortable bed that Darrin had made plans for.

“I’m fine,” he snarled, still staring at the door, terrified that if he looked away, even for a second, that he would give into one of the many fantasies racing through his mind right now and beat the shit out of his cousins, but the words that his mother used to say to him when one of his brothers or cousins used to piss him off.

There’s no guarantee that a jury would understand that they pushed you to do it. So, please think twice before you kill one of your brothers or cousins.

It wasn’t much, but it had kept him from doing something that he’d eventually feel bad about, after a decade or two and some dirty looks from his mother and aunts, from killing the annoying bastards, but that little speech that his mother had drilled into his head might not be enough to save his asshole cousins.

Not today.

“Get the fuck out,” he said, clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from doing something that sounded completely reasonable right now.

“Just as soon as you pack your shit and go home,” Jason mumbled sleepily from where he was curled up on the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he bit out coldly, keeping his glare locked on the door.

“Then neither are we,” Trevor said with a shrug as he strolled over to the bed, shoved Jason over, grabbed a pillow and curled up, making it clear what he had to do.

Chapter 5

“You son of a bitch!” Jason snapped as Darrin…

Well, she really didn’t want to think about what Darrin was doing to Jason or why Trevor was handcuffed to the bed. The only thing that she cared about right now was getting home and putting an end to this nightmare.

Taking advantage of the fact that her husband was busy brutalizing Jason, she quietly tiptoed across the room, sending Trevor a sympathetic wince and headed for the door. Swallowing hard, she reached for the doorknob and-

“And where do you think you’re going?” the painfully familiar voice that had brought her so much pleasure over the years asked.

From. Right. Behind. Her.

“Home?” she said, hating the way that her voice shook as she said it, but she couldn’t help it.

She’d just seen what he did to his cousins and she knew exactly what he was capable of doing to her. As much as she’d been look

ing forward to spending the entire week in bed with her husband, she hadn’t planned on doing that while he tormented her, bringing her to the cusp of orgasm over and over again just to leave her hanging and screaming for more.