Taken While He Watches On Their Honeymoon

By KT Morrison

Ken and Ashley just got married and while money is super-tight they’ve got themselves a weekend getaway in the Honeymoon Suite looking out over the ocean on the sunny Carolina coast.

The room was a steal. Turns out it’s Bike Week and no one books the Honeymoon Suite during Bike Week. Especially not two dopey white kids from the suburbs.

A mix-up leaves them in trouble and they don’t know how they can get out of it, don’t even know how they’ll get home. They get some help from their hotel neighbours. A half dozen handsome, muscular, and very wealthy black men.

Ken’s wary but Ash is all in.

When they find out she’s saved herself for her special night she becomes the star of the show and they’ll offer anything to help her...

Ken doesn’t like it but she’s going to do what they ask. She says it’s for their future...

• Language: English
• Publisher: KT Morrison
• Release date: Sep 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463441541

KT Morrison

KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren't their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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Part 1

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One thing was for sure, they had come to the wrong hotel for their honeymoon.

Their wedding was twelve hours ago, all their family coming in from Syracuse, and from Rhode Island on Ashley’s side. Not a big affair because, it was no secret, money was really tight.

Most of the family would say behind their backs that the two of them were too young to marry. But they were two nineteen-year-old lovebirds who didn’t need to hear from nobody their opinions on whether or not they should get hitched. So they planned to elope. Then, at the zero hour, Ash’s pop reluctantly said he’d help out.

Ash’s pop, not exactly pulling in the big bucks, made it a frugal affair. They ended up at their neighbourhood church in the little town that he and Ash were going to college in. They’d moved in together after their third year and rented a basement apartment. They had one more year together at McDonald then it was off to lead their lives the way they wanted. Her in marketing, him in architecture.

After their ceremony it was a quick evening of meagre celebration at the local VFW, where Ash’s dad had some pull—he’d done a tour or two in Iraq. Then, while the night was still young, they drove off in a taxi headed to the airport, and the cab driver was nice enough to let them tie some cans to his bumper. They came off somewhere along the way, probably ended up getting flattened by some truck tailgating behind them on the Interstate on the way to the airport.

Their bags had been packed, ready to go, and both of them knew that their honeymoon was their real celebration, just the two of them together. They never really had time for other folks ever anyway. Two good friends with two tattered old Samsonites filled with all the gear they’d need for a weekend of fun and sun on the coast of wild old North Carolina. Yeah, not that exotic, but heck, he was a student. Even with his scholarship and a part time job he never knew how he was going to make ends meet. Somehow though, he alway did. Just had to live within your budget.

Now here they were, two in the morning and exhausted, and the whole hotel he’d booked them a room in was filled with young people. Young people of an entirely black persuasion. Some sort of bike week no one warned him about when he was booking even though they knew it was his honeymoon—given that he’d booked the honeymoon suite and all. But nope, no mention that their entire stay here was going to be dominated with yelling, smashing bottles, fist fights and ninja bikes revving and racing and screeching all up and down the main strip outside the front of the hotel. Then there was the rap music. Loud, omnipresent staccato and throbbing beats, and the most vulgar streams of language. It was hard to believe people at one time had defended it as poetry.

That was what was keeping them awake right now. The music. From next door, the hotel room that was right next to the honeymoon suite, pounding rap and booming voices shouting to be heard over their own din. Like it was filled with half a dozen black dudes with about the deepest voices he’d ever heard. Whatever the fuck was going on over there it sounded like everything that anyone said at any time was absolutely hilarious because it was non-stop laughing and yelling. A real party. At least someone was having a good time around here. It sure wasn’t him and it sure wasn’t his sweet Ash.

She was looking at him now. Giving him eyes like she was mad at him, as mad as she was at the ones making the noise, which wasn’t fair. He could see her pretty face in the low blue light coming in from their ocean side windows. Her jaw clenched, her normally pouted lips set in a firm unimpressed line. Her brow was furrowed into a scowl but her big ice blue eyes were wide and wet. Trembling with anger and frustration. Her head was peeking at him, sandwiched in between a pillow clamped over one ear and her other ear pressed hard into the mattress, his girl desperately trying to block out the sound. Didn’t look like it was working given her expression.

He felt her bare foot gently kick him in his shin, two taps.

Ow—what?

"Can’t you do something?"

Do what?

Make them turn it down.

They won’t listen to me.

It’s two in the morning. Isn’t this illegal?

Police aren’t coming. They won’t want trouble.

When did you call the management?

I called at ten after eleven.

You sure you called? she asked him, trying to look into his eyes.

I did. I did, I swear. He had, too. Called and asked if there wasn’t something they could do. They said they’d send someone up. That was three hours ago. Nothing had been done. Or if they did send someone up they weren’t able to make those guys turn it down. What was the point in calling again if they couldn’t do anything about it?

This is supposed to be our honeymoon—doesn’t anybody have any respect in this world?

Well, it’s not their fault, they’re here for the bike week. This is what they came to do. It’s the hotel’s fault for booking—

It’s just not right. They shouldn’t be allowed to do what they’re doing. It’s just not decent, Ken.

No, but it’s everyone that’s staying here, it’s every floor, not just next to us. It’s probably every hotel this weekend too. This whole town is taken over by bike week.

Why wouldn’t the hotel tell you? Booking a honeymoon suite and everything... These people—

"Whoa, careful, Ash, with the these people, you wouldn’t want—"

Ken, I didn’t mean it like that.

I know but...

Oh God, Ken, it’s like you’re sticking up for the people ruining our honeymoon!

I just think we should be respectful...

Respectful? Ken, damn it, look at me. This is not the time to be respectful. Ken. Seriously, what’s tonight supposed to be?

I know, Ash.

"This was the