NFH Honeymoon from Hell II by R.L. Mathewson Page B

without feeling like shit or being forced to watch my wife suffer since I
couldn’t fucking get your pills because I was fucking
dying! ” he shouted and he would have said
more, oh so much more, but the little snort of amusement had his
rant coming to an abrupt halt and his eyes narrowing suspiciously
on the small, deliciously curved woman in front of him, desperately
trying to hold back her amusement, but he could see it in her eyes
that it was a quickly losing battle.
    “ Yeah, it was a close call,”
she managed to get out with a snort of amusement as she bit her
bottom lip and looked away, clearly struggling not to laugh, which
of course pleased him.
    It was the closest that she’d come to smiling
in days and he’d be damned if he was going to let her keep it from
him. So, biting back a smile of his own, he did what he had to
do.
    He used typical Bradford bullshit to make his
wife smile.
    “ I could have died!” he
pointed out dramatically, deciding that even Jason couldn’t have
done a better job.
    She cleared her throat and said, “Yes, yes
you could have.”
    “ I could have!”
    “ Mmmhmmm,” she murmured,
pressing her lips tightly together as she struggled not to laugh so
he kept pushing, refusing to stop until he got that smile from
her.
    “ It was a close call! I’m
lucky to have survived!”
    A snort of amusement escaped those beautiful
lips before she asked, “From seasickness?” obviously forgetting
just how close to death he really came.
    Typical, he thought with an inward sigh…
    “ From starvation!” he
snapped, insulted that she could belittle his brush with
death.
    “ Ummm,” she muttered as her
lips twitched with amusement as she reached up and rubbed the back
of her neck as she searched for the right words, “it was only a
couple of days.”
    “ It was thirty-six hours of
hell!” he snapped, wondering how a woman that was supposed to love
and adore him could forget something like that. “I’m dangerously
underweight now!”
    Her eyebrows shot up in stunned surprise as
she shot him a questioning look while she took in his large frame.
“You weigh over two hundred pounds,” she pointed out unnecessarily
in his opinion.
    “ I lost ten
pounds!”
    “ Really?” she said with that
same stunned expression that was going to get her beautiful ass
spanked, “because you really can’t tell.”
    “ What the hell is that
supposed to mean?” he demanded.
    Her answer was a shrug that had his eyes
narrowing on her.
    “ Are you calling me
fat?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing to
slits on the woman who was clearly enjoying herself.
    “ Well…,” she said with a
shrug, letting her words trail off with a look that said it
all.
    God, he fucking loved this woman, he thought
with a wicked smile as he grabbed her by his shirt and yanked her
up on her toes and kissed the cruel woman, who so easily dismissed
his brush with death.
    *-*-*-*
    There really was nothing like teasing her
husband, she thought with a smile as she wrapped her arms around
him and happily returned his kiss.
    “ You’re a cruel woman,” he
said against her lips as he tore open her shirt.
    “ You knew that when you
married me,” she reminded him with a groan as he released the
remains of the shirt on the floor, leaned down, grabbed her by the
back of her thighs and picked her up.
    “ Yes ,” he growled, standing up straight and taking her with him as
he started to walk backwards, “ I
did .”
    He sat down on the chair by the door,
adjusting her on his lap as he did. “I love you,” she told him,
needing to tell him just how much he meant to her, how much she
loved him, but knowing that she would never be able to tell him how
much this honeymoon had meant to her, she decided to show him.
    “ God, I love you, Zoe,” he
groaned when she shifted on top of him, rubbing against the
erection creating the wonderfully large bulge in his pants. “So
fucking much,” he said, panting slightly as he palmed her ass