Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,72
year for the next six years. With a mortgage and seven mouths to feed that wasn’t going to happen, but he didn’t say anything.
They’d been homeschooling the boys since September, but that wasn’t really working. Every night they worked together to find something challenging for the boys to do and every morning the boys tore through their lessons over a bowl of cereal, leaving them with absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the day. They tried to fill the time with self-study, learning about the things that interested them, but it wasn’t enough anymore.
The boys needed to be around other children and finding something else to do instead of burying their noses in books and coming up with new and terrifying ways to get in trouble. They needed structure and with him working and Zoe returning to work, they weren’t able to give the boys what they needed. For several months now they’d been trying to get the boys back in school, appealing to nearby towns for admission, but they weren’t accepting students from outside their districts.
They were running out of options. Let the boys continue homeschooling, put themselves in debt that would probably destroy them, or move with the hopes that things would be different were the only options they had right now. He didn’t want to move and leave their family, especially knowing how much they meant to Zoe. His family was the only family that she’d ever had and he couldn’t stomach the idea of taking that away from her, but he might have to do it for the boys.
“We’ll think of something,” he said, telling himself that everything would be fine, but for the first time in a long time he wasn’t sure if he believed that.
He just wished…
Christ, there were too many things that he wished were different and that made him feel like an asshole.
“The boys can write their essays while I’m running errands in the morning,” she said with a reassuring smile as she picked the papers off the bed and returned them to the large envelope that Radcliffe Academy had sent them.
“It will be fine, sweetheart,” he said as he reached for Zoe and pulled her off the bed and into his arms.
“I know,” she said, sighing heavily as she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. “I just wish that it didn’t feel so damn hopeless.”
“It’s not hopeless,” he said, because he knew that they would figure this out.
They always did.
“I should go do the dishes,” she mumbled, but didn’t make any move to leave his arms.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath instead?” he asked as he kissed the top of her head, savoring the scent of lavender.
“No,” she said, sighing heavily as she absently traced the Bradford Construction logo on his shirt with her fingertips.
“Then what can I do to get your mind off of things for a little while?” he asked, closing his eyes as he held her and savored the feel of her in his-
“I was actually in the mood to give you a blowjob tonight,” she admitted with a careless shrug as he stood there frozen as all the blood in his head suddenly changed direction and headed south.
“But, if you want to take a bath or-” she started to say only to end on a squeal and a laugh as she found herself thrown on the bed and him wrestling with the fly of his jeans.
He’d just managed to get his zipper down when the doorbell echoed throughout the house. He stared at his wife who was lying back on the bed, smiling that sexy little smile of hers and then back at the locked bedroom door, trying to decide whether he should kill the asshole ringing his doorbell at ten o’clock at night or pretend they weren’t there and proceed to shove his pants down the rest of the way and let his wife have her way with him.
Definitely allow her to have her dirty way with him, he decided when she started unbuttoning her blouse and revealed what looked like a new black bra with lace trimming. He licked his lips hungrily when she undid the front clasp and pushed the two cups aside, revealing the large, pale breasts that he loved to-
“Fuck!” he snarled, angrily fastening his jeans as he headed towards his bedroom door, deciding that killing the asshole ringing his doorbell was going to have to be dealt with first.