Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (5 page)

“Why can’t you
—”

“You would be shunned, too.  There would be no more driving the Amish for you.”

“I don’t care.”

“What would we do?  Where would we live?”  At the moment, she could not picture herself living in the English world, cut off from her family.  But neither could she, just two days ago, picture herself here with Nick.  It was too much.  She still had Leah to think about and Leah needed her.  Ezekiel’s children needed her.  Overwhelmed
, Rebekah walked toward the van.

“Wait!”  Nick’s hands were on her arms, spinning her around.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  I don’t mean to—I won’t push you, I promise.  Just see me as we agreed.”

Momentarily icy, she challenged him, “Or you’ll go to Ezekiel?”

“Um,
er.  Well . . .”

“That’s what I thought.”  She pulled away, not understanding her own sudden coolness.  She had known he would not speak to her husband.  She herself made the decision to make love with
Nick.  In fact, loving him was not just something she had wanted; it had been a tremendous need.

Somehow, though, she felt manipulated.  Not used; she knew Nick loved her.  She just
suddenly was sick of being pulled this way and that by the forces in her life. 

Nick took her hand in both of his and sank down to his knees. 
Oh, no.  He’s going to propose again.
 
What will I do?
 

“Please, I’m sorry!  I promise you I won’t push you anymore.  If you don’t want to see me again, okay.  Just tell me so and I’ll leave you alone.  But look me in the eye and tell me to my face, Becca.  Don’t just run away again.”

She knew she couldn’t be truly annoyed with him.  Although she would not fully admit it to herself and tried to tell herself that today’s lovemaking was an isolated occurrence, she couldn’t wait until he touched her again. 

She touched his head.  His curls were dark, thick
, and soft.  Like their daughter’s. 

“Get off your knees.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll see you again.  Now
, get off your knees.”

His face was jubilant
as he rose. He scooped her up into his arms, and danced around a few steps with her, humming. 

Laughing
at his spontaneity, she asked, “What are you humming?”

He sang to her softly a song about immaculate dreams, taking hearts to pieces and coming undone. 

She stared at him, spellbound. 

“I’m sorry.  I told you before I sing like crap.”

“No, the song.  I like it.”

“
It is Duran Duran.”

It wa
s how she felt at that moment: undone.  There were no more reserves, no more barriers, just raw emotions.  Her heart, now Lazarus reanimated, demanded her love to be made real.  No longer would mere duty suffice.  Love needed to be a living, breathing force within her.

She held him close, knowing that things might not end well, but that she had no choice but to follow the commands of her heart.

***

Upon leaving her at the gas station, Nick took over half of her baked goods.  He wanted to buy
everything from her, but Rebekah refused. 

“I never sell everything on a weekday,” she
said.

He helped her set up her table and wares, then gave her a
squeeze, telling her he would pick her up in two days.  They agreed to meet Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, instead of him driving her to and from her parent’s store. It would give them more time and Rebekah was nervous about someone in town seeing them driving together.  She knew that could be disastrous. Little did she know how disastrous it would actually be.

Polly picked Rebekah up as Ezekiel was busy with customers in the woodshop.  Her parents had been correct when they told her that he was a fine provider. 
Now that I’m here in the household to manage things, the children now have clothes and shoes and the family is fed.
  Then she recollected all the sensations that Nick had produced within her and felt vaguely guilty for having thought kindly of Ezekiel, even though she was aware that she should feel guilty about betraying Ezekiel with Nick instead.

Even before she stepped out of the buggy, she knew something was terribly wrong.  There was no bouncing Sarah to tell her about her day and inquire as to pastry leftovers.  There was no one in sight at all.  Fearing harm had come to one of the
children, Rebekah left the baked goods in the buggy and dashed into the house with Rachel.   At first she saw no one, but muffled sobs led her to peer behind the woodstove.

There was Sarah, in a crumpled heap, crying.
  Rebekah pulled her from behind the stove and gathered her into her arms.

“Are you hurt?  What’s wrong?”

The child’s face was ashen, her little body trembling all over.  Rebekah inspected her frantically for signs of injury and found none.  Frightened by Sarah’s terror of something yet unnamed, she scanned the room for clues to her pallor. 

“
What’s wrong?” She clasped the girl’s arm and repeated a bit more insistently until Sarah, with mucous from her nose streaming down into her gaping but silent mouth, pointed weakly to the window at the back of the house.  Dropping the child’s arm, Rebekah purposefully strode outside the back of the house, walked into the back yard and then halted, staggering in horror.

Upon the clothesline a small body swung by its tail.  With the exception of the tail and the paws, dark blood covered it
entirely.  Blood dripped and pooled on the ground underneath, along with ragged strips of bloodied orange animal fur.  A thick buzzing sound collected around the corpse.  Half hidden by a crimson streaked sheet, someone tall was behind the animal, cutting off its head with a knife. 

Upon advancing further, nausea assailed
Rebekah as she recognized the body on the clothesline as the kitten that Sarah had dressed up that morning. 
See?  I have a baby, too!
  She snatched back the sheet to find Ezekiel’s oldest son, Jakob, covered from chest to knee in the cat’s blood, grinning malevolently at her, brandishing his blade.  Flies swarmed in the July sun, drawn to the fresh kill.

“Jakob!”  Unheeding of his knife, she untied the poor cat from the clothesline.  Unadulterated
fury flooded her for a moment.  “Your father will beat you senseless when he hears of this!”

His
hot hand, sticky with blood, grabbed her wrist, twisting it to expose the veins below her palm.  Jakob’s knife tip traced along the veins as his grin became more baleful. 

A sick feeling of shock smashed into her stomach.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said very softly.

Rebekah tried to pull away.  The knife poked into her skin, drawing a tiny spot of blood.

“No, I don’t think you will mention this to my father.”

She stared at him aghast.  She had always known Jakob to have a pernicious stain on him.  She just hadn’t realized how bitterly it ran.  Now with him towering above her, outweighing her by almost twice her body weight, she felt a stab of alarm.

“Let me go!” she hissed.

“We all have our secrets, Rebekah,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “I know yours and now you know mine.” 

Whaa
?  What does he mean ‘I know yours?’  How can he possibly know mine?

“Think about it,” he jeered.  “You have more to fear from me than I do from you.” 

She felt as pale as poor Sarah.  What was he planning?  Would she find that he had skinned Rachel one day, as he had just done to this hapless animal?  Fear ate at her bowels.

He laughed hatefully.  “Think about it,” he said again.  He dropped her hand and moved to the back of the woodshed.

Holy shit!  Does he do this type of thing often?  Or something worse?  Is that what he meant by ‘we all have out secrets?’ 

She ran for Rachel, stirred to panic when she heard the baby’s cries.  Frantic,
Rebekah checked her over for hurt, but to her relief, only found a hungry, wet child.  Nursing her in the rocker, she mulled over what Jakob had said. ‘
We all have our secrets, Rebekah.  I know yours and now you know mine.’
   
Oh God,
somehow he knows.  He knows
.  But it was impossible . . . wasn’t it?

Does Jakob know that Rachel isn’t Ezekiel’s child or does he know that Nick and I were together today? 
Or both?
  The thoughts chilled her. 

She must clean up the mess outside before it could be discovered by Ezekiel.  She gathered the cat and bloody sheet, picked up the
pieces on the ground and burned it all in the trash heap before returning to the house to prepare dinner.

“Yikes.”  Nick let out a long whistle when hearing of the kitten’s murder two days later.  “That’s terrible.  How is Sarah?”

They sat in the parked van
while facing each other in the front seats and holding hands. 

“She is shaken.”

“I’m sure.  Has he done this type of thing before?”

“Yes, but not with a pet.  Mice, birds
, other animals . . .”

“And what was his weird comment about knowing your secrets?”

“He’s got to know about us.  About Rachel.  That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Nah. . .”

“I’m afraid he’ll hurt Rachel.”

Nick
gathered her in his most comforting hug.  “I won’t let him.”

“How are you going to stop him?”

“Just trust me; no one is going to hurt Rachel.”

Not understanding, but wanting to believe him, she buried her face in his shoulder, sighing
.  I want to trust him.  I do trust him.
  After spending her life having to rely solely on herself and take care of everyone else around her, she found she was ready to let someone else shoulder part of the burden and care for Rachel, too.

“So, you said you had something to show me.  Where are we?”  They were in
a part of town unfamiliar to her, an area with some trees and prefabricated homes. 

“We,” he smi
led down at her as he opened his door, “are home.”

“Home, whose home?”

“My home, now.”  He opened her door, unbuckled Rachel’s seat, and led her to a modest trailer.   “I’ve spent the past two days moving in here.  I wanted to be closer to the two of you.”

He opened the door and
took Rachel in first, motioning for Rebekah to stay outside.  In a flash he was outside again.  He picked her up in his muscular arms and carried her into the house, making her giggle.  She tossed her bonnet onto the small table—
everything is small!
—and he showed her around the place.  First, the tiny living room and diminutive kitchen.   Despite its modest size, it was scrupulously clean, organized, and in good repair.

“Do you like it?”

She was looking into his small cupboards and smiling.  It was the first English kitchen she’d ever been in. 
Such tiny cans of food!
 

“I mean, if you don’t like it, I can get something nicer in town.  I just thought this would be a little more private.”

“No, I like it.  It is just different.”  She took in the kitchen range. 
Could I learn to cook on that thing? 
Then she caught herself. 
I won’t be here to do cooking.  I won’t be living here.  Only fucking.
The thought almost sent her off in another round of giggles.

“You hate it.”

“Show me the bedroom.”

He led her back, past the bathroom, to the miniscule bedroom, barely big enough for the large bed.  In the other bedroom
were a baby bed and a chest of drawers.  She cocked an eyebrow at him upon seeing the baby bed. 

“It looks like you’re ready for us to move in.”

“Well, she’s gotta be comfortable, too!  After all, it is your home, too. As much as you want it to be.” He hastily added on the last, fearing that he would be pushing her too hard.  But she smiled, putting him at ease.

“I like it.”

He looked pleased.  “You sure?”

“I love it.”

“Great,” he said as he again scooped her into his arms, this time tossing her onto the bed in the master bedroom and jumping on top of her.

After getting them both naked, he started at the top of her head, running his fingers up and down her body,
then out to her extremities, producing goose bumps as he went. 

“You give me chill bumps and I’m not even cold.”

“That’s because they aren’t ‘chill bumps.’  They are love bumps.” 

Love bumps.  That fits. 

Then, starting at her toes, he sprinkled teensy kisses—
mouse kisses
—the path his fingers had taken.  Coming back down, he paused for a moment at her breasts to suck lovingly on them and was surprised when he got a mouthful of breast milk. 

The
astonishment on his face got her to laughing.  “Well, I am breast feeding, you know.”

“I just didn’t expect—hey, it tastes pretty good!”  He went forward like to suckle again, this time only kissing the tip of her nipples.  He continued his kisses, becoming more impassioned as he crossed her belly, licking her bellybutton and continuing southward to her triangle of hair.  Spreading her thighs, he licked her slowly and then more quickly, flitting his tongue on her folds and awakening her clit.  Her lips became soft and elastic as he worked his tongue around her clit in circles, while working a finger around barely inside of her in smaller circles. 

“I want you very wet for what I have planned for you.”  His voice was husky.  She lifted her hips in time to his circles, moaning as he plunged his fingers inside of her.  A thrill went through her at his words. 
What is he going to do?
  Continuing to move his fingers inside of her, he sucked on her clit, bringing her desire to a full rise.  Then, when she was just on the edge of passion, he pulled back, playfully tugging at her nipples and placed his cock at her lips.

“Suck me.”  Ravenously
, she attacked him, bringing him into her mouth and out, and back in and out.  He pushed himself inside her mouth, holding her head as he moaned.  In and out she sucked him, swishing her tongue around and around him until he was shaking with need.

He pulled away
and went to work again between her legs with artful hands and tongue, making her heat swell and the small room to smell of their love.  Her core was begging for release, her clit inflamed and searing.  He stroked her lovingly and just when she was about to crash over the edge again, he pulled away once again.

“I want you to come so big and so bad.  I want you to come with me inside of you.”

She reached to grab his erection, now full and weeping.

“Not so fast,” he laughed.  He reached under the pillows and withdrew two curious looking balls.  They were the size of duck eggs, but perfectly round.  On the outside they had a pretty engrained pattern and—
surprise
—when he shook them, a bell clanged in each of them.  At her wonderment, he said, “Chinese stress balls,” which didn’t explain anything.  After that, however, he pulled a bottle of clear fluid from under the pillow and poured some of the liquid on the balls. 

“Oh, Baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

He took one of the balls and—
ouch—that was huge
—inserted it inside of her.  Once there, it didn’t hurt at all, but made her feel wonderfully full.  Then he took the next ball and followed suit.  Again she felt a pinch followed by fullness. 

Then, he lowered himself to her and
stroked his erection up and down her clit until she moaned and twisted
.  Please, please!

Penetration itself almost made her come.  He started out slowly and then worked up to a fevered pitch, assailing her pussy with what felt to her an enormous amount of strength. 
It’s as if he grew five inches.
  The hardness of the metal jangling balls pressed up against her core’s end, sending surges of lightening through her. Her breath drew up in short spurts and her voice broke in quavers.  Over and over he heaved, pushing her farther toward the edge of madness. 

The tingling edge she had experienced before between pain and pleasure was intensified.  Each thrust sent electricity throughout her body.  She was caught between wanting to lift her hips to meet his drives and wanting to push him away.  The narcotic pleasure kept her circling as a moth to a flame, getting hotter and hotter.  In and out, in and out his penis traveled through her, striking the balls and causing sparks to fly within her.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she thundered loudly, and he reached down, massaging her clitoris up and down as she came. 

The
contraction of her muscles around him as her orgasm peaked full sent him over the edge as well.  His cock was now diving at a full run and an impassioned, “Oh, my God!” prayer crossed his lips before he threw himself on top of her, rocking slowly. He lay still inside of her, neither of them wanting to part until they heard their daughter beginning to fuss from the other room, signifying time for a meal.

A
s they lay together in bed, Rachel was noisily suckling and Nick’s hands moved from Rebekah’s shoulders to her breasts, to Rachel’s face in caress. 

“Watching you feed her does something to me.”

“Makes you hungry?”

“No, it makes me want to protect you.”

Rebekah bit her lower lip worriedly.  She wanted to trust Nick to protect Rachel, but she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that it was not all over yet with Jakob.  And somewhere within her she knew that when he did strike, she would be powerless to stop him.

All too soon it was time to return to the gas station.  Last hugs and kisses
were clung to before they departed from his van.  She felt no guilt for loving the man who owned her heart.  She only felt growing fear of what would happen upon getting caught and worse, what Jakob might have in store for them.