Honeymoon from Hell V (4 page)

“
Get her off me!” Jason
yelled even as he placed his hands on her sides to keep her safe as
she continued her assault, but sadly her belly and the fact that
she really needed to use the bathroom kept her from giving him the
beating that he deserved.

There was a putout sigh, and then she
was carefully plucked off Jason and placed on the floor. Eyes
narrowed on the bastard, she moved to continue her assault when one
of the babies chose that moment to shift a little too far to the
left and pressed down on her bladder. Torn between killing the
large bastard and really needing to use the bathroom, she stood
there for a few more seconds until she gave up and snapped,
“Bathroom?”

When Jason pointed to the door behind
her, she shot him one last look, making sure to put all the
murderous thoughts into that expression before she turned around
and moved her ass, muttering absolutely everything that she was
going to do to the large, sneaky bastard after she was
done.

Eager to return back to the room so
that she could kick his ass for drugging her after she’d refused
the pills from Ethan, she used the bathroom, washed her hands,
looked in the mirror and groaned when she saw the state of her hair
and clothes. Shifting anxiously, she shot a glare at the closed
door, anxious to renew her attack on the bastard and then back to
the mirror before shooting another quick glance at the door, the
need for revenge nearly overwhelming her need to take a
shower.

Nearly.

It was close, but in the end she
settled for shooting one last glare at the closed bathroom door
before she pulled off her clothes, tossed them aside, turned around
and came to a halt when she realized the bounty that awaited her.
She’d never seen such a beautiful sight, she thought was she took
in the large, two person garden tub to the left before allowing her
eyes to shift the right where a glass shower stall big enough to
fit at least ten people inside awaited for her. She looked from one
promising escape to the other before she decided with a sigh that
she was just going to have to simply enjoy them both before she
beat the living hell out of Jason for sneaking the medicine that
she’d refused to take into the yogurt he’d tricked her into
eating.

She should have known better than to
accept food from a Bradford, especially Jason. But that was okay,
because she would get the little bastard back, but later, much
later. Right now she had a decadent shower to take, followed by a
long soothing bath and a delicious dinner, she thought with a smile
when she spotted the telephone by the bathtub.

*-*-*-*

“
We need to leave,” Jason
stressed as he continued to wear a path in the rug.

“
As soon as she comes out
of the bathroom,” Danny promised him, shooting another nervous
glance down at his watch, more than aware of what could happen if
they didn’t leave soon.

“
She’s been in there for
over an hour,” Trevor pointed out, looking just as nervous as the
rest of them and for damn good reason.

They’d already been here too long and
if they didn’t leave soon, the Bradford curse would kick in and
they’d all be fucked. This wasn’t their honeymoon and they’d taken
great pains to make sure that it wasn’t mistaken for one, anything
to avoid the curse that seemed to hit every Bradford that was
foolish enough to take his wife on their honeymoon before the year
mark was up.

While most of the men in his family
thought that the Bradford curse was bullshit, he knew better. He’d
seen the curse hit his uncles and cousins enough times over the
years to know better than to risk it. When he took Jodi on a
honeymoon it would be well after the one-year when the curse
couldn’t touch them and he could take her anywhere that she wanted
to go without having to worry about one of them ending up in the
hospital or stranded out in the woods being chased by
coyotes.

That wasn’t happening to
them.

No fucking way.

That’s why he’d taken
precautions and made sure that this trip was in now way interpreted
as a honeymoon. He’d brought his dad, pain in the ass cousins,
rented only one hotel room, slept on the other bed and only allowed
himself to hold her when they weren’t alone, terrified that he’d do
something that would be misinterpreted by whatever the hell this
thing was that had fucked with their family for
generations.

It was the same reason that he hadn’t
followed his wife into that bathroom when he’d heard the shower
being turned on, because being alone in a room with his wife after
all these months when she was naked and wet was definitely going to
cause him to do something that would turn this into a real
honeymoon.

He shifted uncomfortably in his
wheelchair as he tried to think about something besides Jodi, naked
and wet and so fucking tight that-

“
We need to get going,”
Jason repeated, cutting into the dirty thoughts running through his
mind, which unfortunately were the only things he’d been allowed to
have these past few months since sex had been off the table for
him.

Then again, it really wouldn’t have
mattered if sex hadn’t been placed at the top of the list of
restrictions since he’d been stuck in a hospital bed. Not that he
hadn’t considered paying off one of the custodians to keep the
nurses away from his room so that he could have a little alone time
with Jodi, but every time he went to make his move, one of his
relatives that was staying in the rental house with her would show
up and destroy his plans.

So, it had been five months, five very
fucking long months since he’d felt her silky walls close tightly
around him and some days he’d thought he’d fucking die if he went
another five seconds without experiencing that again. He could do
that right now, he realized, licking his lips in anticipation. All
he had to do was ask his father to give him a few minutes, tell his
cousins to fuck off and he could finally have her again.

He could roll his wheelchair into that
bathroom, pull his clothes off, start the tub and invite his wife
to sit on his lap and finally give them both what they’d been
craving since the moment he woken up in the hospital and saw her.
Okay, maybe not the moment that he’d first woken up since he’d been
in pain, drugged out of his mind and out of it and she of course
had been high on Tylenol, threatening to beat the shit out of his
brothers and cousins and wiggling that beautiful little ass of hers
in his face.

God, he loved her ass, he thought,
licking his lips hungrily as he thought about just how round it was
now. Softer, curvier, fuller, he thought, shifting uneasily in his
seat as his thoughts shifted to her breasts. They were fuller now,
hanging a bit lower and just begging for his hands and
mouth.

He licked his lips, just thinking
about how good it would feel to wrap his lips around one of her
full nipples as he slid a finger inside her wet, welcoming
pu-

“
Someone needs to get her
so that we can go!” Trevor said impatiently as he shoved his
fingers through his hair and once again tore him away from his
thoughts, which was for the best, he told himself even as he made a
mental note to kick his cousin’s ass once they got back
home.

“
We’re going to miss our
plane,” Jason added, shifting around nervously as he glanced around
the room, looking as though he expected something to jump out of
the shadows and attack them at any second.

Since he knew exactly what would
happen if he came within five feet of that bathroom door, he
glanced over at his father. With a nod of understanding, or perhaps
it was fear, his father walked over to the door and after a slight
hesitation, he knocked on the door.

“
Jodi, sweetheart? We have
to get going,” his father said, clearing his throat uncomfortably
as he waited for her response.

She didn’t make them wait long, which
as it turned out was rather unfortunate, especially since he was
stuck in a wheelchair and wasn’t able to make an escape as fast as
the others.

And God, how he wished he’d been able
to run at that moment.

When Jodi opened that
bathroom door, looking seriously pissed off in that towel that was
showing him a lot of cleavage and hip, his hands went to the wheels
of his wheelchair, prepared to roll himself away to safety, but
that look of warning that she was giving him stopped him from
making any sudden movements.

“
Is there a reason that I’m
wearing a wedding band?” his beautiful, loving, sweet, and
hopefully forgiving wife asked through clenched teeth with her eyes
narrowed to slits, making her eyes look somewhat
terrifying.

Wow, was she pissed, he numbly mused
as he watched her raise one dainty foot to move in his direction,
most likely to kill him or go for his balls…

He’d prefer that she kill him, he
decided as his mind raced to find something, anything that would
save his ass from the beating that in retrospect he probably had
coming when he decided to take the coward’s way out like any sane
man would when facing his pregnant, hormonal and seriously pissed
off wife.

He placed a hand over his
stomach where a fresh scar now bisected the others and groaned in
pain, knowing and really not caring at the moment that he was most
likely going to hell for this, but if it saved his balls then so be
it.

Chapter 4

“
Oh, shit,” Danny said,
placing his hand over his stomach as he cringed in pain, startling
her into rushing to his side.

“
Are you okay?” she asked
nervously, trying to resist the urge to move his hand aside and
place hers over his scar so that she wasn’t standing here feeling
so damn helpless.

When he shook his head, she
opened her mouth to tell him that everything was going to be okay
and that she was going to go get his father when she saw it. The
movement was small, but it was more than enough to let her know
that the large bastard was faking it to save his ass, which
shouldn’t have amused her, but sadly, it did.

He shot another peek up at her to see
if she was buying his bullshit story so of course she decided to
play along. She wasn’t exactly sure why she’d decided to play along
with this little game of his, but it probably had something to do
with the fact that after five months she was finally in a room
alone with him without having to worry about nurses, doctors,
orderlies and Bradfords walking in on them.

Speaking of Bradfords…

“
Let’s get you on the bed,”
she said softly with a reassuring smile that he seemed to buy since
he reluctantly nodded with a long drawn out sigh that nearly made
her roll her eyes.

He really had nothing on Jason, who’d
made making annoying sounds into an art form, she decided as she
carefully rolled his wheelchair over to the bed that she’d found
herself sleeping in not too long ago and set the breaks. Keeping
one hand pressed against his stomach, he slowly raised one leg and
then the other and pushed the foot pedals aside so that he could
place his feet on the floor. As he stood up and carefully pivoted
to the side so that he could lie down, he made another attempt at
sounding pitiful, which nearly had her sighing, because really,
this was just pathetic.

“
Are you okay? Can I get
you anything?” she asked with a tender smile as she casually
unlocked his wheelchair and rolled it to the other side of the
hotel room, well out of his reach.

“
No, I’ll be okay. I just
need to lay here for a little while,” he said, making sure to sound
appropriately miserable as he laid there with both hands over his
stomach, groaning in misery as she walked over to the door and
casually set the locks, making sure that they weren’t going to be
disturbed.

“
You poor thing,” she said
with a sympathetic frown as she turned around and headed back
towards the bed where Danny now lay, groaning miserably even as he
continued to sneak quick glances at her to see if she was still
buying it.

“
Why don’t you close your
eyes and take a nap?” she suggested, which of course earned a sigh
of relief that he tried to bite back, but not fast
enough.

“
If you think it would
help,” the big fibber said, sounding unhappy about it, but that
little smile of satisfaction as he grabbed another pillow, stuffed
it under his head and closed his eyes said otherwise.

Shaking her head, because
he really just couldn’t pull it off like Jason could, she
double-checked the locks on the door. She reached over and dimmed
the lights, idly wondering where they were. Not that she really
cared, she thought as she ran an appreciative eye over Danny’s
body.

She should care about a lot of other
things right now as well, like why they were there, why Ethan and
Jason felt the need to drug her, what day it was, why there was a
wedding ring on her finger-

Okay, so she definitely cared about
that one, she decided as her gaze landed on the matching one on his
ring finger. She paused halfway to the bed and glanced around the
room, noting the two double beds that looked well used, the mini
bar, the folded blankets and pillows on the end of the long couch
behind her, the floor to ceiling curtains that were closed before
finally returning to the man on the bed.