Honeymoon from Hell VI (Honeymoon from Hell 6)

He chuckled as he pulled out his wallet. “I’m sure you do,” he said, pausing to kiss her cheek as he paid for their snacks with cash since he knew better than to leave any paper trails that his family could follow.

“Time to shut that phone off,” he said with a pointed look towards her phone.

With a sigh, because she was really going to miss screwing with all his brothers’ heads, she promised herself that she could always sneak on later and post an ominous photo on Facebook later to screw with his family later, knowing just how much she’d hate herself if she let an opportunity like this one pass her by.

“You know they’ve probably already reported my car stolen, don’t you?” she pointed out as she looked up just in time to see a police cruiser drive by her parked car for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

“They reported it stolen two hours ago,” Darrin said with a wink as he paid for their things, waited for them to be bagged.

“I see,” she said, not at all surprised that his family was going overboard considering the family’s history.

She’d heard and seen some pretty fucked up things over the years happen to the Bradfords, some that had frightened her, some that even managed to give her a nightmare or two over the years, but nothing that she’d heard or seen had been enough to scare her into rethinking this honeymoon. Besides, she was with Darrin, a trained police officer as well as a Bradford that seriously enjoyed fucking with people’s heads so she felt completely safe no matter what the “curse” threw at them.

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Darrin said, grabbing their bags as he reached down and took her hand in his.

Curious to see what he had planned next, she allowed him to lead her out the front door, past her car and down the street where a black livery car was parked. Without a word, the gentleman driving the vehicle stepped out of the vehicle, opened the back passenger and murmured, “Good evening, Mr. Bradford,” with a polite smile.

Admittedly impressed that he was on top of his game, she climbed into the car, curious to see where this night was going to end.

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“Welcome to the Ritz Carlton,” the concierge said with a welcoming smile as Darrin held the chair out for his wife, who looked appropriately stunned and making this moment absolutely perfect.

Not that he’d left anything to chance.

He hadn’t.

He’d taken his time, planned this trip perfectly to make sure that none of the Bradford bullshit could ruin this and on the off-chance that his plans were discovered, he’d planned ten different trips to fuck with his cousins and brothers’ heads, sending them on a wild goose chase. He’d made sure that if anyone found out about his trip to Boston that they would automatically dismiss it as bullshit for one very important reason.

The Yankees were in town and he hadn’t tried to get tickets, something that no self-respecting Bradford would have been able to pass up. So, if anyone came across the plans for Boston they’d immediately dismiss it as a possibility and move on to the fake plans that he’d created to throw them off. Most Bradfords would never come to Boston unless they were catching a game between their much beloved Yankees and the hated Red Sox, but then again, most of them hadn’t married the woman they’d been in love with for over twenty years.

The only thing that he planned on focusing on during this trip was his wife. He was going to spoil her, hold her, make love to her and make damn sure that she never forgot this trip and the bullshit that his family called a curse wasn’t going to fucking touch them.

He’d made damn sure of that.

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“If there is anything that we can do for you during your stay, Mr. Bradford, please don’t hesitate to ask,” John, the bellhop that had been kind enough to help them with their bags, said as she stood there, staring out the large crystal clear window overlooking Boston Common.

She’d probably been to Boston a hundred times in her life, but never once had she been able to see it like this. It was breathtaking. From here she could see the entire park and, God, was it beautiful and so much bigger than she’d imagined it would be.

She’d driven past Boston Common several times, but she’d never really paid attention, too busy trying to find a parking spot or yelling at some moron who’d decided to play chicken with her by stepping in front of her car during rush hour traffic.

Now as she stood there, looking out at one of the most beautiful sights in Boston, she could just imagine what it was like two hundred years ago with people taking leisure strolls around the common, venders setting up stands to sell flowers, fruits and sweetmeats. There was just something so serene about this view, something so perfect, she thought as she felt Darrin’s arms wrap around her and pull her close.

“What do you think?” he asked as he brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and pulled her even closer, letting her know just how happy he was to be there with her.

“I think you’ve outdone yourself, Mr. Bradford,” she admitted, licking her lips as she pressed her bottom back against the large erection straining to get to her, unable to help herself.

“It’s just the beginning,” he promised her on a seductive whisper as he slid one large hand up and covered her large breast, giving it a firm squeeze that had her licking her lips and deciding that it was a damn shame that they were going to have to wait until later to enjoy that stroll around Boston Common.

“I can’t wait to find out how wet you are for me,” he whispered in her ear as he reached down and flicked open her pants.

“And what makes you think that I’m wet for you?” she asked with a breathless chuckle as she shifted her legs apart to give him more room as he snaked his hand beneath the waist of her panties and cupped her with a groan of pleasure.

“Call it wishful thinking,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe as he slid one long, thick finger inside her, making her rethink her plans to explore Boston until later…

Much later…

Chapter 3

God, he wasn’t going to fucking last, he realized as he slowly breathed out, trying to think about something, anything else other than how fucking wet Marybeth was as he slid his finger back inside her.

He took a long slow breath, closing his eyes and licking his lips as he slid his finger back out just until his fingertip found the underside of the little hooded bundle of nerves where he paused so that he could press his erection firmly against her, needing the pressure so that he could think straight.

“Darrin,” Marybeth moaned, pressing her curvy ass back against his erection and encouraging him to keep going.

He didn’t want to keep going.

He wanted to shove her pants down, rip her panties off, bend her forward against the crystal clear glass window and fuck her until his balls stopped throbbing in agony. He just wanted to slide inside her and fuck her until the only thing that he felt was pleasure.

She’d let him do it too, probably scream at him to fuck her harder and even after he grabbed her hips and did exactly what she demanded, she would start screaming for more, beg him to fuck her, tell him how much she loved to suck on his cock, say and do anything to make him lose his fucking mind and he would love every fucking second of it and so would she, but this wasn’t the plan.

And he definitely had a plan.

So, forcing himself to stay on task, he licked his lips, took a steadying breath and slowly slid his finger back inside her, noting with a pained groan that she was even wetter. He licked his lips, imagining just how good she would taste if he dropped to his knees and buried his tongue inside her, and kept slowly fingering her.

“Darrin, please,” she moaned, pushing back against him as she rode his finger, harder and faster until she was forced to slap her hands against the wall.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” he promised her as he continued to fuck her with his finger, wishing that it was his tongue or cock, but before he allowed his mind to wonder to all the things that he wanted to do to her, he remembered a

ll of the things that he’d planned on doing to her.

By the time that he was done with her, she would never have to wonder if he loved her, because he planned on showing her just much he loved and worshipped her. She would never have to wonder if he’d reached the point where he’d lost his fucking mind like every Bradford in love did, because she would remember this trip and all the ways that he made her scream his name.

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