Truce: The Historic Neighbor from Hell anfh-4

by R. L. Mathewson

  “Twins, minx,” he said, gently pulling his hand away from his son so that he could push a damp strand of hair behind Elizabeth’s ear.

  “Twins,” she repeated with a pleased smile.

  He leaned in, careful of the baby now trying to grab onto his shirt, and brushed a kiss against his beautiful wife’s lips. “I love you, Beth,” he said, using the name that she hated to tease another smile out of her.

  “And I love you, Robert Lemonade.”

  Chapter 35

  Four and a half years later…..

  “Did you bring it?” Robert demanded as soon as the coach door opened.

  James chuckled as he stepped out, his eyes dancing with amusement as he held up a dark grey rock. “You mean this rock that you so kindly asked for? The one that I had to travel to London for in the middle of the night and search the park for six hours in the freezing rain, because it was a matter of life and death?” he asked dryly as he tossed the rock to Robert.

  “Thank God,” Robert sighed, catching the rock and barely sparing his brother a glance as he headed for his shop.

  “What? No, thank you, James? I missed you, James?” James asked, veering off to go greet Elizabeth and the children, who were playing by the garden.

  “Keep Elizabeth busy for an hour or two,” was all he said as he pulled his shop door closed behind him, praying that he didn’t accidentally break this one as well.

  * * *

  Elizabeth released a sigh as she leaned against the tree and watched as James played with her babies. He was such a wonderful uncle and from what she’d heard from the rest of the family, a wonderful father as well.

  He was so kind and sweet, she thought, laughing when the twins tackled him to the ground so that they could show him how to give a proper bear hug. Her lips twitched with amusement when James pretended to turn into a bear and chased the twins all while cradling her youngest giggling son carefully in his arms. Her smile turned watery as she looked down at the folded parchment in her hands.

  James had turned her dreams into a reality.

  About a year ago he’d been looking through the estates old ledgers and had come across her plans. Not sure what to make of them at first, he’d questioned Mary and Anthony who were only too happy to finally tell him what they thought about Heather burning through the fortune that was meant to help the poor.

  Shocked, he’d taken another look at her plans. Then he took a look at his wife’s outrageous spending and what he saw had him finally putting his foot down and limiting her spending to a modest monthly allowance. As a result, Heather was no longer speaking to him, but he didn’t seem to care. Elizabeth suspected that when Heather discovered that James had taken half of her inheritance and created a charity with it, that Heather would probably never speak to him again. Then again, that would probably make James the happiest man alive.

  She wished that he’d reconsider and move to America. She knew that he would love it here. He probably would have made the move years ago if it hadn’t been for Heather. Her sister refused to even consider it, never mind visit, which meant that James visited once a year just to get a break from her. Next year James was bringing his girls along with their parents for a visit whether Heather liked it or not. Elizabeth suspected that she probably wouldn’t like it.

  “It’s good to see him,” the deep voice that she adored said as a strong arm was carefully wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back against the man that she loved more than anything.

  “It is,” she murmured her agreement as she turned herself in his arms so that she could wrap her arms around his shoulders, “but it’s even better to see you.”

  “Missed me?” he teased as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

  “Terribly,” she said, smiling against his lips. “When I came back from feeding the baby, you were already gone.”

  “I’m sorry, minx. I had some work that I needed to finish so that I could spend tonight focusing on you,” he said, kissing her again.

  “I have you for the whole night?”

  “The whole night,” he promised as he leaned in to kiss her.

  “What about James?” she asked, feeling bad that he’d traveled all the way from England to visit and they were abandoning him on his first night.

  “Can entertain himself for one night,” he said, brushing his lips against hers one last time before he stepped away.

  “This is for you,” Robert said as he held out a small beautifully carved box.

  She didn’t have to ask him to know that he’d made the box himself. It was absolutely beautiful and something that he would no doubt be able to get some of the merchants in town to buy. He could probably have a very lucrative business if he focused on making furniture and trinkets, but that would mean spending long hours away from her and the children and she knew that he didn’t want that. Instead, he settled for making the things that he loved in his spare time and focused on supporting them by building and fixing homes. He was very good at what he did and was in high demand.

  They would never be rich, but as long as they were able to keep their children safe and happy both of them were more than happy about that.

  “Happy anniversary, minx,” he said as she opened the box and saw…

  A necklace made out of stones?

  Whatever it was, it was beautiful and she loved it because he made it for her. With a smile she leaned up to kiss him, but he stepped back and focused his attention on the necklace.

  “This white bead is from the old barn where you covered me in honey and feathers,” he said, drawing her attention back to the necklace. “This bead,” he said, pointing out a grey stone bead next, “is from the tree where I cut your hair off. This bead is from…”

  He went on explaining where every stone had come from, pausing every now and then to smile, laugh or to reminisce about tales from their childhood. She listened as he went through each bead, growing more amazed by the minute. When he pointed out the bead from the orangery, she felt her bottom lip tremble. As he finished with the stone that he’d picked up outside their bedroom window on the night that she’d given birth to Jonathan, she found herself falling in love with her husband all over again.

  “I love it,” she said, an understatement. It was the most beautiful, thoughtful gift that anyone had ever given her. It also made her realize just how much she meant to him.

  “I’m glad,” he said, leaning in to kiss her, only this time she didn’t let him go.

  “It’s my turn to give you your anniversary gift, Mr. Bradford.”

  * * *

  He was dying. There was no other explanation for it. His limbs weakly trembled as he dragged himself across the room. He couldn’t think of a time when he’d been so thirsty or hungry in his life. Several times over the last twenty-four hours he considered yelling for help, but he was beyond help. He knew that.

  The cause of his destruction stirred behind him. He picked up the pitcher of water and chugged the lukewarm liquid. It did nothing to quench his thirst or ease his empty stomach.

  “I think I’m dying,” he mumbled.

  A weak laugh came from the bed. “I know I am,” Elizabeth said. “We have to stop…we have to…I need food…and water…..the baby, Robert,….think of the baby,” she implored weakly.

  He took a deep breath. The baby needed food. His baby. He couldn’t help grinning. His minx was making him a father again, hopefully giving him a little girl to spoil this time. He hugged the pitcher to his chest and brought it over to her.

  “Here. Drink this and I’ll get dressed and have Mrs. Brown send some food up.” He frowned as he looked at the door. “I wonder why they haven't checked on us by now.”

  “Probably because we scared them away,” she said as she took the pitcher from him. She almost dropped it. Her arms were so weak, but she couldn’t drink lying back this way. She got up on her knees with great difficulty. The only thing that mattered was the water. She didn’t care about being ladylike or anythi
ng else. She drank greedily, not caring about the water that spilled down her chin and down her chest and stomach. She was so thirsty. When she had her fill, she placed the now empty pitcher on the bed. Her eyes met Robert’s intense gaze and she knew that things were about to take a turn for the worse.

  “Oh no,” she whimpered.

  Robert stared at the water dripping down his wife’s breasts. He licked his lips. Every part of him save one was protesting the sight. He followed her frightened eyes downward. He was more than ready to go again. It felt like he hadn’t had her in years instead of minutes.

  Elizabeth threw a pillow at him so she could scramble off the bed, desperate to make an escape. It was like that piece of his anatomy was in charge. He crawled after her. She didn’t bother with a nightgown or a wrap as she ran to the door and started pounding on it.

  “Mrs. Brown!”

  “Oh, thank the lord!” came Mrs. Brown’s worried voice from behind the door. “We were afraid you’d both perished.”

  She looked back to see her husband trying to escape from the tangled sheets his foot got caught on. “We will if you don’t help.”

  “Mrs. Brown, listen I haven’t much time. Can you arrange for a large tray of food and drink to be delivered,” she looked over her shoulder to discover that Robert was close to getting free, “and water for a bath as well. Please!”

  “Certainly,” Mrs. Brown said, sounding amused.

  “Robert?” James suddenly said as he joined Mrs. Brown in the hall.

  A soft growl behind her was the only answer. Elizabeth slowly turned around, plastering her back against the door. James knocked on the door. “Robert? Come down with me to the tavern, I’m bored. Robert?”

  “I’m busy,” Robert answered in what sounded mostly like a snarl.

  James’ answer was a pained sigh. “Come on, you’ve done your duty. Let’s go.”

  A loud whimper escaped Elizabeth as he pounced on her. He was handsome, wicked and all hers. No matter how tired or weak she was at the moment he still had this strange affect on her body after all these years and in that moment, she wanted him more than anything.

  “Robert?” James asked, sounding unsure.

  Robert couldn’t answer at the moment. He was busy licking the water from Elizabeth’s skin. She was pinned tightly against the wall, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.

  In one quick move, he was sheathed inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from the door as he thrust inside her. The door groaned its protests as its hinges and frame were put to the test. If the position hurt Elizabeth, she wasn’t saying.

  Just the opposite, in fact.

  She demanded him to move harder and faster. At that moment Robert didn’t care that his brother and Mrs. Brown were standing outside the door or that he was on the verge of starvation. He only cared about her, about his minx. He slammed into her, once, twice, three times and then she began screaming his name and doing her best to milk him dry.

  “Lucky bastard,” he thought he his brother mutter, but he didn’t really care as he lost himself in the woman that he loved.

  “Happy anniversary, Mr. Bradford,” his minx said minutes later as she pushed him to the floor to give him his gift all over again, making him wonder if he should call another truce before they ended up killing each other.

  Epilogue

  Present Day Massachusetts

  Fifteen minutes until the party……..

  “The end,” his father said with flourish as he shoved a bite of pizza in his mouth, making Jason wonder when they’d ordered out and how he’d missed that.

  “Hey!” Trevor gasped in outrage as Jason reached over and snatched the slice he’d been seconds away from devouring out of his hand. “You bastard!”

  “Thanks,” Jason said, finishing off the slice of pizza quickly before he wiped his hands off and gently picked up the necklace that was finally finished and placed it in the small wooden box that had taken him less than an hour to make and stain.

  “About time,” his father grumbled as he stood up and grabbed two pizza boxes off the counter and headed for the door. “I’m starving.”

  “We would have been done a lot sooner if you hadn’t embellished the story,” Trevor pointed out, grabbing the other two pizza boxes and followed.

  “I didn’t embellish a damn thing,” his father snapped over his shoulder.

  “Really? Not even when you said that Robert wasn’t nearly as good looking as you?” Trevor asked, chuckling.

  “I had to give you a visual! A good story teller does that sort of thing!”

  “Grandpa did a better job of telling that story,” Trevor pointed out as Jason reluctantly followed after them, his attention on the small box in his hands as he prayed that he did it the justice that it deserved.

  “You ungrateful bastard!” his father snapped in outrage.

  “Ungrateful? You made me pay for lunch and then you wouldn’t even share the chicken fingers!” Trevor snapped.

  “I needed sustenance!”

  “No, what you need is-”

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” his father suddenly demanded, cutting Trevor off. It took Jason a moment to realize that his father was talking to him and that both men were now frowning at him.

  “To the party,” he said, returning the frown. “Where else would I be going?”

  His cousin and father both shook their heads, sighing in exasperation as his father gestured for him to sit his ass down on the couch. “You’re not going to the party.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Jason demanded, wondering what the hell was wrong with the men in his family. For the past two hours they’d been snapping at him to move his ass so that they wouldn’t be late for the party and now they were purposely trying to make them late.

  “This party isn’t for you,” Trevor said, giving him a gentle, okay, not so gentle shove, towards the couch. “Your job is just to sit here and wait.”

  His father nodded in agreement as he gestured for Trevor to leave. “We’ll check on you from time to time,” his father said, opening the door. “We’ll bring the kids and Haley’s grandmother back in a week unless you think that you’ll need more time.”

  “More time for what?” Jason asked in confusion as he watched his father head out the door.

  “Don’t worry about food. We start taking shifts tonight. Just make sure that you leave the door unlocked so that we can get in to fill the fridge,” his father said, but before Jason could ask him anything else he was gone.

  What. The. Hell?

  Deciding that they were screwing with him, Jason got to his feet with a sigh and headed for the door, but he didn’t get far before the door opened and the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen was walking in.

  “Haley,” he said, smiling as she stepped inside, looking just as beautiful as she had five years ago when he’d married her. “What are you-”

  Before he could get the words out, she was running towards him and jumping in his arms. Her arms and legs quickly wrapped around him as her mouth found his. She kissed him like she hadn’t seen him in years instead of hours.

  “I love you,” she said against his lips as she reached down and started tugging his shirt out of his pants.

  “Haley?” he said, wrapping his arms around her so that she didn’t fall.

  “Bedroom. Now,” she demanded as she kissed her way down to his neck and when her lips reached his favorite spot, she suckled, making him groan in pleasure.

  Somehow he forced himself to focus on something besides the wicked way that she licked and suckled his neck. “What about the party?” he asked even though he’d much rather take his wife up on what she was so sweetly offering him. His entire family was waiting for them. His mother had been cooking since last week and they needed to-

  “I want you naked, Jason,” she said, shattering what little control he had.

  With a growl of approval, he c
arried her to the bedroom, kicking toys out of his way, while making a mental note to build the kids another toy box. Along the way he paused here and there to help rid his wife of her shirt, pants, shoes and socks, leaving her in the matching lace lavender panties and bra that he was going to tear off with his teeth, her glasses that made her look utterly adorable, and that sexy little smile of hers that had his cock twitching with the need to be inside her.

  “On the bed, sweetheart,” he said, giving her one last kiss before he placed her on the bed and gently tossed the box by the pillows.

  As soon as her bottom touched the soft comforter, she was getting on her knees and wrapping one arm around his shoulders and pulling him down for a hungry kiss that had him struggling not to come in his pants like some kid. Even after all these years it still amazed him that she could manage to get him this hot from a simple kiss. He had no idea what had gotten into his wife, but he wasn’t going to complain. He couldn’t remember a time when he wanted her more.

  He moaned in pleasure when she cupped him through his pants, squeezing and tugging on his erection as he reached down and undid his pants. As soon as the zipper was down, Haley was reaching inside his pants with one of her small hands and pulling his hard shaft out. Wrapping her warm hand around his length, she gave it a tug that had him sucking on her tongue. The sexy little whimper that she gave let him know just how desperate she was to have him.

  “On your hands and knees,” he said, pulling back so that he could kick his shoes off.

  As he finished undoing his pants, he watched as Haley turned around and got on her hands and knees so that her beautiful bottom was facing him. He shoved his pants off and stepped out of them as he moved closer to his little grasshopper. Reaching out, he gripped the sides of her panties and drew them down, loving the way her ass wiggled in an effort to help him.

  Once he had them down to her knees, he left them there and stepped up behind her, letting his shaft tease her bottom as he reached over and undid her bra. He let it fall off her, knowing that she would pull it off while he tended to other things. With one hand, he gently gripped her hip, keeping her in place as he traced his fingertips down her back, taking in every beautiful inch of her as she pressed back against his cock, letting him know that she wanted more.