Honeymoon from Hell II (Honeymoon from Hell 2)

“Just,” she said, licking her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts, “that the sex condition is still very much in effect.”

“I suppose that will be fine,” he murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could once again take her nipple into his mouth.

“A-and I get to name our kids,” she said, hoping that he was properly distracted, because she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were really pretty and underused.

“Not fucking happening,” he said, releasing her nipple.

“But-”

“Not happening,” he said as his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip he guided her off of his lap and onto her back. “As much as I love you, I just can’t let you do that to my boys, sweetheart.”

“But-”

“Not happening,” he said, pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching between her bent legs.

“What about Frances or Julian? Those are both-oh my God, don’t stop doing that!” she practically screamed when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her slit.

“So,” he said casually as if he weren’t currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running his tongue between her slit, just missing her clit, “let me see if I understand this new arrangement.”

She may have whimpered when he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue and she damn well knew that she moaned when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her hips, desperate to force his teasing tongue to go where she needed it, but he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he wanted her.

“You’re going to be at my beck and call for sex,” he mused and she moaned in agreement. “I’m going to take care of you while you worship me and we’re getting married. Did I miss anything?”

“I really don’t remember you proposing or more importantly, saying yes,” she managed to point out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to licking.

“I did. You just don’t remember,” he said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her crazy.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” he said, sliding his finger between her slit to tease her entrance.

“I think I would have remembered that,” she said, licking her lips as her body trembled in anticipation.

“You were overcome with joy. In fact, if memory serves me correctly you said the sooner the better, because you were looking forward to waking up at three in the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body twenty-four seven so really you should be-”

“You’re right,” she said, panting as she rolled her hips into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her. “You did propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move on to the actual sex now, right?” she asked, sounding desperate and not really caring at the moment.

He chuckled, the bastard. “I suppose we could do that,” he said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm. As he fingered her, he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, before pausing between her legs to drive her insane by taking her clit between his lips and sucking.

She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her. After a minute he pressed one last kiss to her wet slit before he pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to press a tender kiss where their babies were.

Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she knew that he was setting her up for. When he took her mouth in a hungry kiss she slid her hands down his back and between them, cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust against her hand.

Without any hesitation, she released the two buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small groan, he removed his finger and slid inside her. She couldn’t believe how good he felt.

Without a condom she could feel the smooth velvety skin and hard veins to perfection. He felt so good, so right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he was thrusting his cock inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.

“Love you.....love you, Zoe,” he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.

She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but he chose that moment to do a little twist thrust with his hips that sent her flying. Digging her nails into his back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that only seemed to set him off. He began pounding into her until she was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of the couch. In seconds he had her screaming his name as he groaned out his own release.

For several minutes they laid there trying to catch their breath as they held each other tightly. They probably would have stayed that way for the rest of the night if her traitorous stomach hadn’t growled, startling them both.

With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again to press a tender kiss to her stomach. “I guess it’s time to feed the baby,” he said, looking and sounding truly happy and she couldn’t help but smile.

Never in a million years would she have thought that a woman like her could make a man like him happy, but he was and for the first time in her life she was truly content. She had a good job, good dogs, babies on the way and a man that she’d fall more in love with each passing day.

“I’ll go make you a sandwich,” he said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that she also had a man that she loved to torment.

“Better make it two, you do know that we’re having twins, right?” she asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he stumbled.

Chapter 1

“Please, just let me die,” Zoe whispered harshly, hugging her bent knees tightly against her chest as the hot water continued to rain down on her, giving her some relief from the nausea, not much, but at the moment she’d take whatever she could get.

“Sweetheart, you need to take this pill,” Trevor patiently explained from where he knelt on the bathroom floor beside the bathtub, holding a pill and the cup of ginger ale that was even at this distance causing her stomach to lurch violently.

She clamped her mouth shut, because just the thought of putting anything in her mouth right now made her pray for death. She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t, she decided, unaware that she’d started shaking her head with a miserable moan. All she wanted to do was sit here under the spray of hot water for the next five months until it was time for the babies to come out, but she knew that was impossible thanks to the small hot water heater that would probably only last for a few more minutes.

“Please take the pill,” Trevor said soothingly. “It will make you feel so much better.”

“It will make it worse,” she muttered pathetically as she tightened her hold around her knees, noting with dread that the water was starting to cool off.

“I promise that it will make it all better,” he crooned softly as he pulled the curtain back slowly and attempted to approach her with the pill and the ginger ale that promised to send her running back to the toilet.

“I-I can’t,” she muttered, stubbornly turning her head away.

“You can,” he said, reaching up and turning the water off. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but this will make you feel so much better.”

Biting her lip, she shook her h

ead.

“It will dissolve very quickly.”

Another shake of her head.

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll let you go for my balls?” he offered, promising her the one thing in the world that would make her even consider risking another three hours curled up by the toilet, praying for death that had refused to come.

“It won’t work,” she argued, swallowing back the bile that threatened to send her crawling out of the bathtub and returning to the spot by the toilet that she was starting to consider hers.

“It will. The doctor promised that these would take care of your nausea almost immediately,” Trevor said, holding the pill out to her with a hopeful expression that was going to get him slapped.

“He said the same thing about the last pills,” she reminded him with a barely suppressed shudder as she remembered her reaction to the last prescription that the doctor had called in for her earlier, the one that he’d guaranteed would ease her stomach. The