Honeymoon from Hell III Page 3

  It hadn’t mattered that he knew that someone was always looking after her, making sure that she was okay. The only thing that mattered was that it hadn’t been him taking care of her. It had killed him not to see her or hold her for the past week, but it wasn’t like he’d had much of a choice in the matter. He’d needed to teach the James boys and their cousins a lesson about coming between him and Rory.

  Sure, he could have probably got the message through to them on that first day, but he’d wanted to make sure that the lesson stuck. Then again, there was no doubt that by day two the lesson had sunk in. Day three had definitely done the job, but he liked to be thorough when it came to making sure that no one came between him and Rory, always had, ever since they were children.

  Her brothers really should have known better, was his last coherent thought before Rory reached down between them and wrapped her soapy hand around his cock and squeezed. After that he stopped thinking completely.

  “Connor,” she moaned his name with a dreamy sigh as he moved his mouth away from hers and began kissing and licking his way down to the large breasts that he’d found himself fantasizing about more than a few times over the years. Her hand tightened around his cock and her breath hitched into a gasp of pleasure when he rolled his tongue around her nipple before taking it between his lips.

  He licked and suckled on the large nipple hardening between his lips as he moved forward until he had her back pressed against the smooth marble wall, right where he wanted her. He shifted his attention to her other nipple as she adjusted her hold around his cock so that she could slowly stroke him, making him groan in appreciation and damn near ending this before it had a chance to start.

  They’d never had a wedding night thanks to Jacob and his big fucking mouth and unfortunately, they probably weren’t going to get one now, but he was going to make sure that he took the edge off just enough so that he could think of something besides how fucking wet and tight she was going to feel once he slid inside her. He just needed to take the edge off so he could think straight, he told himself as he reached down and wrapped his hand around one shapely calf.

  In one smooth move he had her leg hooked over his hip and his free hand reaching between her legs and-

  “So fucking soft and wet,” he whispered reverently without realizing or really caring that he’d spoke, not when he was sliding a finger inside her to find her ready for him.

  “Connor,” she groaned his name as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled her other leg up and hooked it over his hip, using her hold on him to bring him closer and letting him know exactly what she wanted.

  Shit!

  “We don’t have time,” he said, more of a reminder to himself that they really needed to move their asses before it was too late.

  Rory laughed softly, clearly unaware of the dangers that they faced, and threaded her fingers through his wet hair again as she pulled him in for a kiss that he was helpless to deny her.

  They had to leave. They had to no matter how badly he wanted to stay here and give her a proper wedding night, they had to grab their shit, get in his truck and put some space between them and this place quickly. He’d make this up to her, he silently promised her even as he allowed himself to return her kiss, but only for a moment.

  He just needed a minute to hold her in his arms and maybe let her rub her incredibly wet slit against his cock, because it felt wrong to stop her and oh, so fucking good when she tilted her hips down and rubbed her pussy against his balls. God, that felt fucking incredible, he decided, groaning loudly as the little tease that he loved sucked on his tongue as she continued to tease him.

  “We have to go,” he managed to get out although at the moment he really couldn’t remember why, not when she was using her hold on him to tilt her hips and-

  “FUCK!” he roared, unable to help himself, not when Rory managed to take him by surprise and took his cock inside her in one smooth move that had his legs threatening to give out on him and Rory screaming in pleasure against his mouth.

  Oh, God….Oh, God….Oh, God….

  They didn’t have time for this.

  Not now…

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned even as his brain screamed for him to pull out when she used her hold around him and the wall at her back to roll her hips and…and…

  “Fucking hell!” he snarled, knowing that he no longer had a choice in the matter. She’d made damn sure of that when she slowly slid her wet sheath down his cock with a slight twist as she tightened every last muscle in her talented body and threatened to squeeze him dry.

  Fuck doing the right thing, he decided, knowing that he wasn’t thinking straight and that there was no way in hell that this night was going to end well for him, but as he pulled out of her, put her on her feet and dropped to his knees in front of her, he could honestly say that he didn’t fucking care.

  Before his knees hit the tiled shower floor, his beautiful wife was shifting her legs apart for him and giving him easier access. He leaned in, closing his eyes and slowly traced her wet slit with the tip of his tongue, loving the hungry little moans that she was making and the way that she threaded her fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue as she spread her legs even further apart, giving him better access.

  “Connor,” came the soft whisper that was barely audible above the sounds of the water splashing against the tiled floor, but he heard it and it was enough to have him groaning her name in response as he forced himself to slowly trace her little clit and greedy core with the tip of his tongue.

  So. Fucking. Sweet, he thought hungrily, berating himself for forgetting exactly how good she tasted. All week, when he hadn’t been fucking over the males in her family to teach them a lesson, he’d been thinking about her, about this, about the sounds that she made, the way her skin felt against his and just how fucking delicious she tasted. He’d been close, but not close enough and for that he’d never forgive himself.

  When he slid his tongue inside her, desperate for more, she gave him a greedy little moan that he liked so he did it again and again until she was gripping his head and riding his mouth. He was barely aware that he’d wrapped his hand around his cock and was stroking himself in time to her groans. All he cared about was how she tasted and felt against his tongue and he wanted more.

  As much as he wanted to stay there on his knees and lick her clean, he needed to feel her wrapped around his cock, squeezing him with every thrust until he thought he’d die with pleasure. The decision was barely made before he found himself surging to his feet, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around until she was pressed up against the tiled wall. He grabbed her hips, pulled her ass out and watched with greedy anticipation as she read his mind and pushed her ass out to him in offering, her back curving in the process as she reached up and placed her hands on the wall by her head and gave her ass a little shake in invitation.

  He shifted his feet apart, placed his hands over hers and pushed back inside her. A startled moan escaped her as he stood there, closing his eyes and savoring sensation after incredible sensation as he slowly slid back inside her. She felt fucking fantastic, better than anything that he’d ever experienced before and he couldn’t believe that she was finally his after all these years.

  Apparently he was taking too long, because his bossy wife reached back, grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head down as dropped so that she could kiss him while he slowly fucked her. He wrapped his arm around her, palmed one of her large breasts as he pushed all the way inside her as she pushed back against him.

  “I love you,” she whimpered in his mouth as he slowly fucked her, thrusting just enough to take the edge off the overpowering need to slam her against the wall and fuck her hard until they both were screaming with pleasure and too fucking tired to care that he’d probably end the night getting the shit kicked out of him by her seriously, and rightfully, pissed off relatives.

  “I love you more, Rory,” he admitted, still surpris
ed at just how good it felt to be able to say those words.

  “Don’t leave me again,” she pleaded softly even as she moaned against his mouth before she turned her face away and pressed her forehead against the tiled wall.

  “I won’t,” he promised her, deciding that he would do whatever it took, take whatever beating that he had coming for what he’d done, anything and everything to make sure that he kept that promise.

  “Good,” she said, panting hard on a whimper as she slapped her hand against the wall and pushed back against him, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

  Unfortunately, he refused to give it to her.

  Thanks to her family’s fucked up tradition, they’d spent their wedding night apart, which meant that he had to make tonight special and fucking her against the wall of his shower was not the way that he wanted her to remember their wedding night.

  He had to do this right and at this moment doing the right thing was the last fucking thing that he wanted to do, but for her he would do anything. Somehow he found the willpower to stop, after he savored one last slow thrust inside her wet sheath. Gritting his teeth against the pain that it caused him to stop, he slowly pulled his cock out and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades.

  “Connor?” she said, panting so hard that her body was actually trembling with the need for him to finish this, but he had to do this right. He had to stay strong.

  “Let’s do this right,” he said, forcing his hand away from her breast so that he could wrap his arms around her and draw her back against him.

  “But-”

  “Let me give you the wedding night that you deserve,” he said even as he turned her around in his arms and swept her off her feet, determined to do this right.

  He was going to lay her down on his bed, start a fire, dim the lights, put on some soft music, grab that bottle of champagne that he had chilling in the fridge and spend the rest of the night showing her just how happy he was that she’d married him.

  It was the only way to do this and unfortunately for him, it also didn’t look like it was going to happen. At least not if all the large, really pissed off men standing in their bedroom glaring at him had anything to say about it.

  Chapter 3

  “Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with you?” Rory yelled to no one in particular as the realization that every single one of her brothers and several of her favorite cousins had just seen her naked and moaning in Connor’s arms as she begged him to fuck her.

  “What the hell is wrong with us?” Bryce demanded as he stumbled back and fell over the bed as he squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his hands over his eyes, doing his best to block out the sight that had greeted the interfering assholes when Connor had opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, completely naked, aroused and carrying her in his arms.

  “Oh my fucking God, I think I’m going to be sick,” Jason, the melodramatic bastard that she loved like a brother, said, gagging and pretty much guaranteeing that she was going to have to kick his ass after this.

  Connor being Connor, simply sighed as he carried her over to the bed, ignoring the large bastards jumping out of his way. He made quick work of putting her in bed and tucking her in even though she refused to lie down. By the time he was finished, she was sitting up with the sheet tucked around her breasts and glaring at every single one of her asshole brothers and cousins, letting them know in her own special way that she was going to get each and every one of them back for this. Judging by the glares that they were shooting Connor as he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, they knew it and didn’t give a flying fuck at the moment, because it seemed that they were focused on a little revenge of their own.

  “You should have kept running, asshole,” Johnny said, pushing away from the wall right around the time that the rest of the men decided that it was time to do what they came here for.

  Connor rubbed his hands down his face and lazily gestured towards the door. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

  “And let you out of our sight again?” Darrin asked, shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and tossed them to his twin, who made quick work of cuffing Connor’s hands behind his back while Connor simply stood there, sighing heavily.

  “Is this really necessary?” Connor asked, sounding bored, which for some reason seemed to really piss off the men in her family.

  “After the hell you put us through over the last week?” Trevor demanded through clenched teeth. “You bet your fucking ass it’s necessary, you little bastard.”

  Connor pursed his lips up in thought as he sat on the edge of bed next to her, somehow managing to take one of her hands in his so that he could lazily run his thumb over the back of her hand. “Nobody told you to kidnap me,” Connor pointed out with a slight shrug as he continued to caress her hand, not really seeming to care that there were nine large men in the room who looked more than ready to tear him apart with their bare hands.

  Which of course brought up an interesting question…

  “What exactly happened?” she asked, wrapping her hand around his and did her best to pretend that she wasn’t blushing like a schoolgirl just from touching him.

  “Tradition,” Craig bit out between clenched teeth as he stood there, seething along with the rest of the men in the room.

  “Okay…” she mumbled slowly, not even trying to hide her confusion as she glanced around the room to take in the angry and slightly embarrassed expressions on her brothers and cousins’ faces. “Then why exactly are you here?” she asked, wracking her head to try and remember a time when the men in her family had forced the newest member of the family to go through the “Welcoming,” twice.

  Normally once they welcomed the newest man into the fold and the rules were thoroughly explained, they usually just left him alone unless he forgot to follow one of the family rules. Either the guy raised his voice to his wife, stepped out on her, fucked up as a father, etc. and the men in her family would step in and handle it. If there was one thing that the men in her family made sure of, it was that everyone, young and old, was taken care of and if you were given the privilege of being allowed to care for one of them, you were expected to do your job and do it well.

  Then again, this was Connor they were talking about here so…

  “What did you do?” she asked, closing her eyes in resignation as she waited to hear what her husband did, because as badly as she wanted to believe that it was her brothers and cousins that had done something seriously fucked up, she knew her husband too well to even consider any other possibilities.

  His warm chuckle only confirmed her suspicions.

  “I took the golden opportunity to get to know my in-laws a little better,” he said, sounding amused as he shot her a wink over his shoulder, which earned outraged gasps from the big babies still glaring at him.

  “He went too far!”

  “I felt dirty!” Johnny cried, wrapping his large arms around himself as he backed up against the wall and shuddered at whatever memory was running through his head at the moment. “Dirty. So, dirty,” he mumbled to himself, staring down at the floor as another shudder tore through him.

  “There are things that you just don’t do, you sick bastard!” Bryce snarled, taking a threatening towards Connor only to have Craig grab him by the arm and stop him.

  “Not in front of her,” Craig bit out even as his glare told her just how much he’d love to get his hands on Connor.

  It was at that moment that she realized that all of her brothers and cousins looked like they’d been dragged through hell and back. Their clothes were torn, they were covered in dirt, debris, their hair was a mess, all of them could use a shave, their eyes were bloodshot, they looked exhausted and each and every single one of them was looking at her husband as though he were the devil himself.

  “Why don’t we take this conversation over to Dad’s place,” Bryce suggested with an anticipatory gleam in his eye that she didn’t really c
are for.

  Not at all.

  “Sure. I’d love to go for another ride,” Connor said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as he stood up, but she wasn’t in the mood for any more games, especially not tonight when he still owed her a real wedding night.

  Keeping a tight hold on the sheet covering her breasts with one hand, she reached over and grabbed the short link of his handcuffs and yanked him back on the bed. Chuckling, because he’d always enjoyed fucking with someone’s head, he quickly shifted onto his back, brought his cuffed hands in front of him and pushed back until he was lounging on the bed by her side, looking as though he didn’t have a single worry in the world while the grumpy bastards continued to glare at him.

  “Tell me what happened,” she said with a heavy sigh.

  “He crossed a line!” Trevor snapped, taking a step towards the bed only to have Jason and Bryce grab him and pull him back. “There are just some things that you don’t do, you sick bastard!”

  At that, she looked at Connor and waited for an explanation.

  With a shrug, he admitted, “I locked him in a spider infested cellar and cut the power so that he couldn’t find his way out without walking through at least a hundred webs.”

  “You traumatizing bastard!” Trevor snapped as he absently brushed his shirt and arms off, probably imagining spiders crawling all over him, she mused with a sad shake of her head, because really, it could have been a hell of a lot worse.

  “He stole the spark plugs out of our trucks and left us in the middle of nowhere!” Reese snapped as his twin narrowed his eyes accusingly on him and added, “Then he stole our supplies and hid them, forcing us to hole up in that old abandoned house on Resin Pond,” making her frown with confusion, because she’d thought that old house had burned down years ago.

  “He trapped us in that house, stole the batteries out of our trucks and hooked them up to a stereo and blasted fucking Justin Bieber day and night!” Brian, her normally laidback brother, snarled with a haunted look in his eye that she’d seen so many times in the eyes of some poor bastard that had made the mistake of coming between her and Connor. “Fucking Bieber!”