Honeymoon from Hell I (Honeymoon from Hell 1)

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, releasing her hold on him and kissed him for a minute before she shifted her hips, rolling them forward and then pushing back until the tip of his erection pressed up against her core.

Slowly, she pushed back, taking him inside her inch by excruciating inch until he thought he’d die. Finally after what felt like hours, she was fully seated on top of him. Just when he thought that she’d move and put him out of his misery, she pulled back just far enough so that she could look at him, her hair falling down around them.

She worried her bottom lip as she squinted down at him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, running the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.

“You know this is forever, don’t you?”

Chuckling, he used his hold on her to pull her down for a kiss.

“It damn well better be.”

Chapter 4

“Are you planning on sharing?”

“No,” she simply said, smiling as she shifted on her stomach so that she could prop herself back up on her elbows. She made a show of reaching into the bag of peanut butter cups that Jason had run out to buy for her early this morning when she’d complained that she was hungry and selected one of the delicious morsels.

“Greedy little thing,” Jason said, chuckling approvingly as he dropped his towel and crawled onto the bed so that he was lying on his stomach next to her.

“I learned from the best,” she teased, unwrapping the peanut butter cup in her hand and popped it in her mouth.

“What are we watching?” he asked, resting his chin on his folded arms.

“The Goonies,” she said, shifting on the edge of the bed so that she could reach down and pick up her bottle of orange juice.

“Good movie,” he said, shifting so that he could press a kiss against her bare shoulder.

“Mmmhmmm,” she murmured, licking her lips as a delicious tremor worked its way down to her toes.

He shifted closer to her, pressing more of those teasing little kisses on her shoulder and back. “Do you want to go grab something to eat?” he asked, kissing the spot where her neck and shoulder met, making her bite back a moan.

She glanced at the cable box near the television and sighed. It was a little after ten, which meant that it was almost time to return to reality. She wished that she could spend more time with Jason, reacquainting herself with his body and enjoying the fact that he was all hers now, but unfortunately for them, they had to go to work tomorrow.

“Do you want to stop at the pizza that place we spotted on the way up here?” she asked, enjoying one more kiss against her shoulder before she reluctantly climbed off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

“Maybe next weekend,” Jason said around what sounded like a mouthful of her peanut butter cups.

“What’s going on next weekend?” she asked with a frown as she grabbed her clothes, wondering why they needed to come back this way next weekend.

“We’re going home,” he said, coming up behind her and tossed the empty bag in the small trashcan beneath the sink.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, grabbing the hotel issued toothbrush and toothpaste.

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. “Our honeymoon’s not over yet, sweetheart,” he said, turning his head so that he could kiss the side of her neck.

“Honeymoon?” she asked, biting back a smile until she realized that a honeymoon wasn’t a possibility, at least not yet.

Getting time off right now was not a possiblity, not when they’d just started the school year. They might be able to manage to call in sick tomorrow, but they’d just end up spending most of the day on the road, fighting rush hour traffic to get home. If they were going to take tomorrow off, she’d rather go home now so that they could spend all day in bed. That was something at least, she thought with a little sigh as she turned her head and met Jason’s lips.

“We could plan something for Christmas,” she said, really liking the idea of curling up with him in front of a roaring fire in a cabin somewhere deep in the woods.

“We’re not putting this off,” he said, brushing his lips against hers.

“We have to go to work tomorrow,” she reminded him as she started to brush her teeth.

“No, we don’t,” he said, pulling on his boxers.

“If we want to keep our jobs we do,” she grumbled, wishing that she could say the hell with it and stay in bed with Jason for the next month or two, but they couldn’t.

“We’re on leave until next Monday,” Jason announced with a shrug as he pulled on his pants.

She froze, mid-brush. “I’m sorry. What’s this now?” she asked, pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth, sure that she’d misheard him. There was no way that he’d said what she’d thought she’d heard.

“I called yesterday and arranged for us to get a week off,” he said, taking the toothbrush from her.

“But it’s the beginning of the year,” she pointed out, almost too afraid to ask how he’d pulled it off when the front office was notorious for refusing to grant time off unless there was a death certificate involved.

“I explained it to them that it was in their best interest to let me to take my wife on a real honeymoon,” he simply said as he rinsed her toothbrush off, put toothpaste on it and brushed his teeth.

“And they were fine with that?” she asked as she pulled on her panties and bra, knowing that there had to be more to it than that.

“I didn’t give them a choice,” he said, rinsing the toothbrush off and applying more toothpaste to it before handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she mumbled absently, taking the toothbrush from him and began brushing her teeth with a heavy sigh, knowing that if she had been the one to call to ask for time off that they would have said no and probably asked her to come in an hour early to handle bus duty.

Damn residual pushover tendencies, she inwardly grumbled with a pout.

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“Tell me!” Haley cried, practically bouncing in her seat.

“No!” he said, chuckling when she shot him a pout, probably hoping that it would work on him, but she was forgetting that he was a Bradford and had mastered the pout by the age of three.

“I hate you,” she muttered, slumping in her seat with her arms folded over her chest as she glared out her window, pointedly ignoring him and making him shake his head in amusement.

She was just so damn cute for an amateur.

“Would it make you feel better if I gave you a hint?” he asked, deciding to pass the time by screwing with her head for h

is own amusement.

Still glaring off at nothing, she shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

“That’s too bad,” he said, chuckling when she turned to glare at him.

“Bastard,” she muttered, and with a huff, pointedly looking away once again.

“Are you planning on ignoring me the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”