Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia was still getting used to being called by such an endearing nickname by him, and even more so, his display of a chiseled chest and abs that were usually hidden under his clothes.

She wondered if he was too hot or just showing off, as his thin blanket was only covering his waist down, leaving his upper body bare for the world - or rather, for her eyes.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Despite having shared the most intimate moments together, waking up to such a sight was still a shock to Elysia's system, sending her heart racing and her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Embarrassed, she tried to cover her face with the blanket, only to realize she was as naked as the day she was born, with love bites scattered across her skin like a constellation of passion.

And he was just as exposed as she was!

So, she had inadvertently seen everything there was to see.

Elysia's eyes widened in panic, and she quickly scrambled out from under the covers, gasping for air, and grabbed the blanket to cover herself up tightly.

That left Tarquin completely exposed to the cool morning air.

Elysia's eyes got even wider, and in a moment of flustered defense, she kicked out from under the covers, sending Tarquin tumbling off the bed.

The thud of Tarquin hitting the floor was followed by a sharp intake of breath from Elysia.

Moving brought a sudden awareness of soreness throughout her body, especially her legs and lower back!

Mr. Bradford, having been unceremoniously kicked out of bed by his wife, quickly scrambled back up to check on her, concern lacing his voice, "Does it hurt?"

Elysia wanted to tell him to leave, but remembering his current state of undress, she hesitated.

Instead, she turned to glare at him, her face red with anger and embarrassment, and snapped, "You jerk!"

She couldn't remember how she ended up falling asleep, only that he had been as insistent as a hungry wolf, leaving her breathless!

Her clothes had been torn to shreds in the heat of the moment!

She faintly remembered passing out on the bed, but somehow she woke up in the bathtub, with no memory of what happened in between.

But even the faintest attempt at piecing together the night's events was enough to make her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I tried to be gentle, I swear..."

"Gentle my foot! Jerk!" Elysia couldn't hold back, grabbing a pillow to whack him with it.

Tarquin let her land a few hits, worried she might tire herself out, before taking the pillow from her to ask, "Do you need a doctor?"

"There's a doctor on this island?"

"I can make a call and arrange for one."

"No need! Where are my clothes?"

"How about you wear one of mine for now?" His own clothes were the only option since hers were beyond saving. Elysia glared at him through gritted teeth, "Just go get it! And put some clothes on yourself before you come back."

She pulled the blanket over her head again, refusing to look at him.

Tarquin, with an indulgent smile, got out of bed to fetch clothes.

He put on some casual home wear and picked out one of his shirts for Elysia.

Heading to the bathroom, he also grabbed the lingerie she had worn the night before, now clean and dry.

Approaching the bed, he hadn't even spoken when Elysia commanded, "Just leave the clothes on the bed and leave!"

Understanding her embarrassment, Tarquin compliantly hummed in agreement.

"I'll go make us some breakfast. You can get up and wash up. Oh, and I gave you a bath last night, so if you're feeling lazy, you don't have to shower."

He bathed her too???

Elysia hurled a pillow at him in response

Tarquin caught the pillow, chuckling at his wife's fiery spirit.

He placed the pillow back on the bed without another word, and headed out to prepare breakfast, leaving Elysia to her thoughts.

It was a while after the door closed that Elysia finally emerged from under the covers, wrapping herself in his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

There were no tears, no injuries, just a body aching from a night of unbridled passion.

Elysia couldn't help but feel miffed. After all, it was him who had been the active one last night; why was she the one feeling exhausted?