Free Honeymoon from Hell V by R.L. Mathewson

something that she’d learned from Haley and Zoe over the
past few months. It wasn’t exactly something that she could put on
her resume, but it was a useful skill to have when she was pissed
or well, bored.
    She should tell him no and refuse to
leave until checkout, but that wasn’t fair to the hotel staff and
honestly, at this point she just wanted to get this over with and
if that meant that they had to have it out now, then so be it.
They’d talk, she’d let him know that she wasn’t going to put up
with anymore of this Bradford bullshit and hopefully they’d find a
dinner that had pumpkin pie…and blueberry pie…and they could put
this whole mess behind them.
    Once he understood that the next time
that he tried to make decisions for her that she would make his
life a living hell, they’d be fine. Grabbing her bag, she walked
out into the hallway, past the nervous employee and-
    “ There you are,” Trevor
said with a smile as he swept her off her feet before she could get
a startled gasp out, turned around and carried her to the elevator
where Jason stood, waiting for her with a grim expression on his
face.
    That’s pretty much what scared her the
most, because no matter what life threw at Jason, he could usually
manage a smile.
    “ What’s going on?” she
asked, trying to act casual as Jason reached over and took her bag
from her.
    She waited for Trevor to put her down,
but he never did. Not even when the elevator doors opened,
revealing an empty foyer, or when he carried her out of the hotel.
She thought once they reached the parking lot that he’d put her
down, but once again she was wrong.
    He kept his arms locked around her
until she realized what was going on, and by then, it was too
late.

Chapter 10
    Massachusetts…. Two Days
later…..
    “ Can’t we talk about this?”
Jodi asked as she shifted nervously on his lap, trying not to
appear as though she was looking for a way to escape, but he’d been
trained by the military and was a Bradford by birth so he knew how
to spot the signs of someone desperate to get away from
him.
    It was a gift, he mused with a
satisfied smile as he continued to absently caressed the large
swell of her stomach, loving the way that his boys nudged up
against his hand in approval.
    “ I think we’re past the
point of talking, don’t you?” he said, barely paying attention to
where they were going since all of his attention was on his
skittish wife who’d made a total of twenty-three escape attempts
since they’d kidnapped her from the hotel last night.
    Well, kidnapping might be a strong
term since all they did was carry her against her will out of the
hotel, place her in a car and drive her straight through the night,
ignoring all of her requests that they let her go. There were other
requests, like they could go fuck themselves and an adamant plea
that they rot in hell, but since he knew that she really didn’t
mean any of it, he decided to ignore her murderous glares and enjoy
the long ride home with her in his arms.
    He knew that she was just incredibly
pissed at him, because he’d kept her in the dark and refused to
tell her anything more than he loved her and just how beautiful she
looked, which to him she did. To the rest of the world she looked
tired, bitter, on the verge of committing murder, but the rest of
the world had absolutely no idea how incredibly fucked up the last
few days had been for her.
    Not that it could have been avoided,
because…
    Well, it probably should have, he
mused while he absently tightened his arms around her and held on
when she tried to make another escape, most likely to dump him out
of his wheelchair so that she could kick his balls into submission.
He probably should have sat her down and calmly explained
everything, explained why they’d kidnapped her, the whole sordid
family history, why he was rushing her, the arrest and bans were
probably something better left discussed for later, but he could
have at least done