A Forbidden Rumspringa (Gay Amish Romance Book 1) (23 page)

David looked at Isaac sharply. “Really?” He glanced back at the road. “Do you think he will?”

“Yes. Sooner or later.”

“He doesn’t have any money, does he?”

“No. But he’s chomping at the bit. The more Mother and Father try to control him, the more frustrated he’ll get.”

David reined in Kaffi as he made a turn. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Leaving?” Isaac felt as though his heart was stuck in his throat.

“Having the freedom to actually do it.” David stared at the road.

“But…” Isaac took a deep breath. “We all could if we really wanted to.”

“No,” David bit out. He cleared his throat. “Some of us have too many responsibilities.”

“I suppose we do.” It was all Isaac could say. “No choice.”

David’s hands were still fisted around the reins as he exhaled. “Ephraim’s young. The world seems so black and white when you’re sixteen.”

“Isn’t it black and white according to our parents? To the Ordnung?”

“I suppose it is. Once we make the vow to follow church, then we have to follow all the rules.”

“And in the meantime?”

“We’ll pray for forgiveness.” He nodded. “Baptism will wash our sins away.”

“Do you really believe that?” Isaac wasn’t sure if he could anymore.

David smiled sadly. “I have to.” He shook his head. “But let’s forget everything for today. It’s just you and me. Nothing else matters. Not for the next few hours, at least.”

Isaac was all too willing to push the unsettling questions away. “Are we going to the hardware store on the highway? I didn’t know we needed new tools.”

Beneath the brim of his hat, David shot Isaac a sly glance. “Well, we could use a few things.” He nodded behind to the small storage area in the back of the buggy. A plastic bag sat there, a level sticking out of a pile of hand tools.

Isaac laughed. “So where are we really going?” Exhilaration surged through him. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

The dimple creased David’s right cheek. “You’ll see.”

“A
motel
?” Isaac craned his head as they turned into the parking lot of the Wildwood Inn. There was a car on the quiet stretch of country road behind them, but no other buggies in sight. “Are you crazy?”

David just laughed. “Probably.” He drove around to the back of the long one-story building. “No one from the road will see the buggy back here.”

“But, but—” Isaac sputtered. “What about the motel people? What will they think?”

“They’ll think we’re having sex.” David smirked. “And they won’t care as long as we pay. Come winter they don’t get much business. It’s okay, I know the girl at the desk. She said I could hitch up Kaffi and the buggy back here to that pole.” He pulled the hand brake and reined in Kaffi.

“How do you know her?”

“The drive-in. Jessica from the snack bar, remember? After I picked up the tools the other day I stopped by here and asked her about getting a room.”

The pole at the back of the lot was wide and wooden, near the edge of the forest beyond the motel. The area had been plowed recently, the snow from yesterday pushed cleanly from the pavement into banks.

“So she
knows
about us?” Isaac perched on the edge of the bench, his knee vibrating as he fidgeted.

“I didn’t tell her anything.” He put his hand on Isaac’s knee. “I’m sure she guessed I’m bringing someone here, but I didn’t say who. I’ll ask for a room back here, and she’ll never even see you.”

“But I’m sure she saw me when we came in.” Isaac yanked off his gloves and pulled at the dry skin around one of his finger nails.

“Maybe, maybe not. The buggy has a roof, and the office is on the far side. But even if she did, she’s not going to tell anyone.” David sat back with a sigh. “But if you want to leave, we will. I didn’t mean to upset you. I should have told you where we were going. I’m sorry, Isaac. I just wanted to be with you. I thought we’d be safer here than anywhere in Zebulon.”

Isaac’s anxiety faded away in the face of David’s disappointment. “Well, we’ve come this far, and you’re right—we’re hidden back here. We’re far enough away from Zebulon too.” He buzzed all over as he thought about having a room to themselves.
Just this once.
“What are you waiting for? Go get a key.”

With a grin, David hopped down and tied Kaffi to the post. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

It was actually four minutes before he returned, and Isaac thought he might vibrate out of his skin as he waited. He flipped his pocketknife open and shut, open and shut, open and shut. Then David appeared, waving him over to one of the rooms—number sixteen.

“Bring the bag,” he called out.

Isaac glanced behind him. The only bag he could see was the plastic one holding the new tools, so he grabbed it and hurried across the salted concrete. The cutting wind made the hair on his neck stand up, although he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t the excitement of knowing what was to come.

Room number sixteen at the Wildwood Inn was musty, but clean. David flicked on the overhead light and closed the brown curtains. The room was mostly beige with orange and yellow here and there. A painting of wheat fields rippling in the wind hung over the double bed on the opposite wall.

A real bed.

Isaac’s pulse raced. For all the times he and David had already sinned, this felt more real somehow. For all the times he’d dreamed of it, they were actually going to share a bed.
You shall not lie with a man as with a woman…

The wooden dresser opposite the bed was worn but well shined, and a TV sat on top of it. Beside the dresser was another smaller one, and above it was a huge mirror. Isaac stood frozen in the doorway. “There’s a mirror.”

David glanced at the dresser, and then back to Isaac. “Yes.” His brow creased. “Surely you’re not worried about
that
rule right now considering…”

Heat washed through him, and Isaac wasn’t sure how much was lust, and how much was shame. “I don’t want to see myself.”

“Isaac.” David’s face softened.

“I can’t.” Maybe it was silly, but the thought of looking at himself when he was going to sin so thoroughly made him unbearably anxious. His chest tightened. “Please.”

“Okay.” David pulled down the yellow cover on the bed and yanked the sheet off. He draped it over the mirror. “Is that better? I’ll cover the one in the bathroom too.” He came to the door and took Isaac’s hand. “But if you want to leave, we can.”

Isaac stared at the rusty orange squares on the carpet. “No. I want…I want you so much. But I shouldn’t, David.” He felt David’s fingers gently tipping up his chin, and met his tender gaze. “It’s stupid about the mirrors, I know.”

“It’s not stupid.” David brushed their lips together. “It’s all right. No one will see. Not even our reflections. It’s just you and me, remember?”

At the feel of David’s lips against his, Isaac’s fear and guilt faded away. He kissed him desperately, tugging the length of David’s body against him. David tasted of pot pie—meat and butter and warmth.
It’s just us.
Suddenly Isaac couldn’t stand the thought of anything between them, and he tugged at their clothing.

They both breathed loudly in the silence as they stripped off their clothes, fingers flying over hooks and fastenings. Gloriously naked, Isaac rolled on top of David on the bed, inhaling the faint whiff of sawdust that clung to both their skin. The thought that they smelled alike made his blood hot for some reason.

David’s breath fluttered on Isaac’s face as he gasped. “God help me, Isaac. I’ve missed you so much. It’s torture being around you and not being able to touch you.” He pressed messy kisses to Isaac’s face.

Rolling his hips, Isaac rutted against him, their cocks growing hard and their skin becoming slick with sweat. An English heater rattled by the wall, making the room as warm as summer. “Yes, yes,” Isaac muttered mindlessly.

“Where’s the bag?” David kissed him again.

“Oh, um…over there somewhere. I’ll get it.”

But David was still kissing him, hands tangling in Isaac’s hair.

Smiling around David’s searching tongue, Isaac nipped him. “If you want the bag, you have to stop kissing me.”

David groaned, unhooking his legs from Isaac’s. “Hurry.”

The plastic bag sat on the floor by the dresser, and Isaac scrambled off the bed and snagged a finger in one of the handles. The tools clattered as he hauled it up. “What do you have in here?” He crawled across the mattress and poked through the bag, pulling out a jagged fret saw with a plastic guard on its blade. “Are you going to fuck me with this?” he teased.

“No!” David laughed. “Look again. There’s a tube in there.”

Isaac poked through the bag and found a plastic tube. He read the label. “Personal lubricating jelly.” He glanced at David. “This is what the English use instead of grease?”

David was already spreading his legs, pulling his knees back and exposing his hole. Not needing to be asked twice, Isaac fumbled with the cap and squeezed. Nothing came out. He shook the tube, but still nothing.

“The seal. You have to break the seal.” David licked his lips.

Once Isaac had the jelly on his fingers, he pushed them into David, knowing he should be patient but wanting desperately to impale himself, shove into David’s body and come inside him, hidden away where no one would see. The slick jelly was just as messy as saddle grease, but when he smeared it over his cock, the smooth slide of it had him gripping the base of his shaft, breathing deeply as he regained control.

Nostrils flaring, David hauled Isaac on top of him. “Fuck me, please,” he gritted out.

Isaac moaned as he fit his cock into the heat of David’s ass. It was so tight, and he inched in, kissing David’s face. David smiled, squeezing around him. As Isaac began to thrust in and out, he panted words and sounds that sounded loud in his own ears. “
Oh, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, oh
.”

Sweat glistened on David’s forehead, his hair sticking up in all directions as he turned his head back and forth on the pillow. “Yes, just like that. Right there. I never want to stop. Isaac, we can’t stop. I need this. Need you.” He dug his fingers into Isaac’s hips, his heels on Isaac’s back. “I love you.”

Isaac’s breath caught, and emotion swelled in him. He stopped his thrusts, buried deep in David, his arms straining as he held himself up. “Do you really?”

David took Isaac’s face with shaky hands, his eyes bright. “Yes. I love you, Isaac. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

“We’ll never stop,” Isaac muttered, gasping as he pulled back and rammed into David. “I love you so much.” Isaac had never even had a sip of moonshine, but he couldn’t imagine anything was more intoxicating than the fever gripping him. He thrust back into David’s body and bit his lip to stop from crying out.

“Do it. Scream. No one’s listening.”

So Isaac screamed.

His shouts filled the air as he slammed into him, David’s cries filling the spaces between until it sounded like strange and wonderful music. There was pleasure in every pore as Isaac grunted, eyes locked with David’s. He wanted to make David come, but he couldn’t control himself as David squeezed around him, lips parted.

“Do it, Isaac. Fill me up.” He clamped down.

Shouting to the heavens, Isaac let go, jerking as he shot into David’s ass. They kissed, mouths open, tongues searching. He wanted to stay inside David forever, but David was still hard between them. He pulled back, his softening cock slipping out.

Isaac ducked his head to suck David, but David wriggled out from beneath him. He swiped his fingers into the seed dripping out of him and got behind Isaac. Isaac leaned forward on his elbows, offering himself up eagerly.

He groaned when David rubbed his slick fingers over Isaac’s hole, straining his neck to watch as David transferred the slippery mixture from his own ass to Isaac’s. It was utterly depraved, and a phrase from a long-ago sermon popped into Isaac’s mind.

C
arnal sin.

If hell waited one way or the other now, then let it be like this. “Yes,” he moaned. “Give me all of it.”

He hung his head against the cheap sheets as David squirted an extra dollop from the tube and pushed inside. Isaac closed his eyes, panting as his cries mingled with the squeak and bang of the bed as it hammered the wall.

It was all sound and sensation—his body open as David fucked him like a dog would, with harsh grunts that were practically barks, his wet fingers gripping Isaac’s hips so hard they were sure to leave bruises that would make him blush and smile.

He imagined he could smell the hay and sawdust and manure of the barn along with their sweat as David’s hips slapped against his ass. Isaac’s spent cock twitched to life as David rubbed against the sensitive spot inside him, but Isaac only cared about David reaching the breaking point. Squeezing, he rocked with David’s thrusts, pushing back and meeting him.

It wouldn’t be long, and sure enough David cried out, shuddering as he came. Isaac could feel it deep within him, and the thought that their seed was mixed inside him made him whimper. He wanted to plug himself up and keep it there forever.
I must truly be sick.