Honeymoon from Hell Part I by R.L. Mathewson Read Free Book Online Page B

hoping that it would be enough to convince him that she was more than up for a day at the park.
    It wasn’t, but he didn’t say anything. He just sat back and waited for it. With a little triumphant smile, she stood up, took a step, gasped in pain, hopped around a bit as she mumbled, “Ow, ouch, damn it, ouch!” before she finally returned to the bed, calmly sat back, put her foot back on the pillow, placed the ice pack on her ankle, sighed, and asked, “So, do you want to watch a movie?”
    Chuckling, he grabbed the remote and handed it over to her.
    *-*-*-*
    “ Haley?”
    “ Hmmm?” she murmured, struggling to keep her eyes open.
    “ Are you hungry?” Jason asked as she felt him gently place another ice pack against her throbbing ankle.
    “ No,” she mumbled, giving up on opening her eyes and just kept them closed. It was either that or continue sitting there, bored out of her mind.
    Today was probably the most boring day that she’d ever spent on a trip and sadly, she was including all the trips that she’d been on with her parents, whose idea of the perfect vacation was polo matches, fashion shows and cosmetic surgery. They’d spent the last five hours sitting in bed, watching really bad television and eating while she struggled against the urge to stare out the window at the bright lights calling her name.
    “ Do you want me to run out and see if I can find you a book to read?”
    She shook her head as she carefully turned on her side away from him, careful not to dislodge the bag of ice resting against her foot. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, deciding that sleeping through the next few days was probably the only way that she was going to survive this.
    “ I’m sorry about this, sweetheart,” Jason said as he shifted on the bed and curled up behind her.
    “ It’s not your fault,” she reminded him as she tried to decide between dreaming about that rollercoaster ride that she would damn well be going on just as soon as her ankle was better and all the carnival games that she was going to play…and win.
    He sighed heavily as he wrapped his arm around her and carefully pulled her closer. “I’m going to make this up to you,” he promised as he kissed the back of her head.
    “ It’s fine,” she said sleepily as she felt herself begin to drift off.
    “ This trip doesn’t have to be a total waste,” he said a few seconds later as he kissed her neck.
    “ Hmmm?”
    “ Well, I was just thinking,” he said, pausing to gently pulled her shirt to the side so that he could kiss the top of her bare shoulder, “that there might be a way to salvage this honeymoon.”
    Feeling her lips tug up into a smile, she asked offhandedly, “What did you have in mind?”
    He turned his head and kissed her neck. “This and that,” he said absently against her neck as he ran the tips of his fingers down her side.
    “ Would this plan of yours involve leaving this bed?” she asked around a groan as he moved his hand over her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze as he pressed that large bulge between his legs against her bottom.
    “ That’s the beauty of this plan,” he whispered as he gently ground himself against her. “If we do it right, we won’t have to leave the bed for the next four days.”
    *-*-*-*
    “ Are you done yet?”
    “ No! Just keep your eyes closed,” he said, trying not to panic, but it was a quickly losing battle.
    Shit!
    “ Is everything okay?”
    He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Haley was still on the bed and completely oblivious to just how badly he’d managed to fuck this up. When he spotted her, lying there still wearing the blindfold he’d made for her and that sexy little number that she’d been wearing last night when he’d found her hopping around the hotel room and cursing her bag, he nearly sighed with relief.
    “ Everything’s fine,” he said soothingly as he returned his attention back to the Jacuzzi tub only to release another string of curses when he