Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (9 page)

Thursday

“You want me to leave you alone with this English for two hours?  Why?  What can you possibly have to say to him you can’t say in front of me?”  Leah’s stance was disapproving
, disappointed.  “You can’t be seriously thinking of being alone with him.”

“Leah, please, I just need to talk to him.”

“Talk?  I don’t think so.  I think this English has more in mind than talk.”

“I have to see him.”

Leah’s eyes frosted.  “Why?”

“It’s important.”

“Why?”

Rebekah fell wordless.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Rebekah was reluctant.  “I’m in love with him.”

Leah’s temper flared.  “You’re in love with an English!  You couldn’t!  What about Ezekiel?”

“I’m not in love with Ezekiel!”

Leah regarded her sister coolly, growing reticent.  She knew better than anyone of Rebekah’s abhorrence for the man she was soon to marry.  At last she shook her head, “I blame myself.  I should have known.  I should have seen this. You need to be so very careful, Rebekah.  You could be shunned.”

Rebekah nodded gravely, “I know.  But I love him, Leah.  I love him
.” She repeated it as if somehow repetition alone would convince Leah. 

“You are marrying Ezekiel.”

“I don’t love Ezekiel.”

“Oh Rebekah!”
  It was all she could say. 

“You will allow us two hours to ourselves?”

“You would choose this English over your duty?” 
Over your family, is that the real question? 
“Are you hearing me?  You could be shunned.” 

“I love him.”  It was the totality of an answer. 
He makes me happy
.

“But does he love you?  He is not Amish. “

“He does love me.”

Leah came forward to put her palm against Rebekah’s cheek.  “I am only afraid of losing my sister, who
I
love.”

Rebekah hugged her sister.  “I love you, too.”

“What good can any of this do?  You are getting married!”

Even though she and Nick had not made any vows or plans, she had felt in their lovemaking an unbreakable promise. 

Looking at her sister’s worried face, Rebekah knew she could not share the whole truth.  She wasn’t afraid Leah would tell anyone.  She just knew it would be a further torment to her sister to know that she and Nick had already been intimate. 
That we had fucked, to use Nick’s expression.  He was right, fucking was a beautiful thing. 

“I don’t know.  I just know that I need to speak to him.”  It wasn’t a complete lie.  She just needed to have him inside her again as well.

I don’t know
, Leah’s face seemed to say back.

“Please.  Please.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she relented.  “Promise me.”

Rebekah lit up.  “I promise.”

“You can’t trust the English.”

“Alright.”

“I don’t care what he says.”

Willing to agree to anything, Rebekah nodded. 
We get two whole hours . . . tomorrow
!  The thought made her jubilant, an emotion she could not suppress.

Friday

Nick and Rebekah yakked enthusiastically, not paying Leah any heed.  Leah paid no attention to the couple outwardly.  Rebekah did not notice if she was subtly watching and wasn’t minding if she did watch.  She and Nick spoke of everything, except their relationship and Ezekiel, the two things Rebekah needed most to discuss with him.

They stole touches of their hands whenever possible when passing packages into the van.  Once Rebekah took Nick’s hand to assist her into the van and Leah never seemed to notice.
Finally, on the trip back, Nick asked Leah, “Would you like to see the Antique Mall in Cameron for a while?”  With a dark expression, Leah nodded curtly.

After dropping Leah off, Nick tossed Rebekah a flat plastic card. 

“What is it?” 

“Best Western Hotel key, room 209.”

A key?  Strange.  A key was made of metal, not a thin plastic card.

She began to un
braid her hair in the van while smiling at Nick.  Nick returned the gleam and reached out for her hand.  “You sure are beautiful.”

In the room they made haste getting naked but then simply lay on the bed, allowing hands and lips and noses and tongues to touch and explore.  Rebekah focused finally on Nick’s
erection, marking out with her fingers the thick vein, the brown ring, the velvety soft cap.  She cupped his testicles in her hand.

“Gentle with those.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her tongue crested the edge of his head, then up his shaft, where a
small curious triangle furrowed just below the weeping eye.  Her tongue then swirled around the top and she tentatively took the tip in her mouth and sucked gently.
Now what do I do?
  He lay on the bed with his eyes closed.  She sucked a little less delicately and Nick moaned.  She inhaled deeply the clean, male musky Nick scent
. I am addicted to how this man smells
. She pulled more of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around the edges of it as her mouth constricted on him.  His hips began to move up and down, and so she followed his lead: propelling and withdrawing, moving up and down on him, sliding him in and out of her mouth.  Then, she suctioned hard, almost biting, gently squeezing his balls at the same time. 

“Ohhhhh—ohhhhh!”  Nick quavered. 

He held onto her head, pushing himself a little deeper into her mouth, pulling out, pushing again, more ardently, until she gagged and pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“No, I’m sorry for making you choke.  Baby, you were great!  Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Certain.”

“Man, I am in so much trouble!”  He laughed.  “Wait until you get more experience.  I love it!”  He stood up beside the bed and motioned.  “Come here.” 

She joined him.  He tore open another one of those packets and put on something that now she saw as looking like a clear balloon.  At her quizzical look, he offered, “So we don’t get you pregnant.” 

Pregnant?

She didn’t have time to contemplate this however, as he kissed her fully, letting his mouth take ownership of her lips, her tongue.  As they kissed, they breathed each other’s breath, and a sense of oneness filled her
.  I don’t know where I end and you begin
. 

“Turn around, little girl, and grab your ankles.” 
She turned with her back to him and took her ankles in her hands.

With his foot, he nudged her feet apart about a foot.  He took his thick
member in his hand then and stroked the entire length of her female parts.  Up and down and then around in a circle just on the inside lips of her core.  He began to push into those lips slightly, then draw away, advancing inward a slight amount more, then disengaging once more.  He did this many times, finally penetrating with just his tip, and vacating.

I’m not made of glass,
she wanted to say. 
I’m not a virgin anymore
.  She grinned. 
Thanks to you.

Withdrawing fully from her
wet and glistening pussy, he sunk his fingertips into the flesh of her bottom and filled her to where she felt him hit her ending point.  His knees bent slightly, he rode her tight and hard, occupying her core completely. 
It’s never been this deep.  Oh God, this is amazing! 

He dug his fingers into her deeper, cutting her skin, as he rammed his shaft in her repeatedly at an almost desperate measure of speed and force.  She shrieked with each slam of their bodies together.

“Ahhhh 
HAAAAA!”
came her wail.

He clipped her soundly on her ass.  “Tell me you love me fucking you.”

“AHHHHH!!!”

He smacked her again, stinging this time.  The sharpness blended exquisitely with the passion that claimed her entirely
: body, mind, and soul.

“Say it!  Say,
‘I love you fucking me.’”

“I-I-I love you f-f-f-fucking me!”  She meant it as a shout, and found it was only a whimper.  “Please.  Please
.”  Finish me off.  I want—no, I need—to come so badly
.

He took his cock out of her abruptly.  She howled with unfulfilled desire.

Taking her hands, he led her back to the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

She bobbed her head. 

“I mean, really trust me?”

“Yes.” 

She was quivering greatly.  She would have agreed to anything for release. 
Just take me.  Make me come.

He laid her on the bed and got between her legs.  Within a
second he was insinuating his way up inside her again, stroking her back and forth, in and out.  He raised himself up with one arm and reached down with a hand to apply his finger to her clit, up and down, in accordance with the lunges of his cock inside her.  She felt the now familiar witching inside of her, welling up sharply to take total dominance. As she gave herself over to it, Nick’s hands moved to her throat in a stranglehold, cutting off her air, while his cock continued its charge. 

She wanted to struggle against his hands, to breathe, but her orgasm overtook her furiously, flaring within her head as well as her core and clit, rocking her back and forth as Nick’s hands eased off and he held her in his arms. 
Oh my God, what WAS that?

She could only blink at him.

“Look at me,” he commanded.  “I am going to come and I want to look you in the eyes when I do.”  A few thrusts later, he came so strongly his eyes flew open wide, so wide for a moment he looked bug eyed.  Rebekah almost laughed.

Sometime later, their senses
having returned to them, they cuddled on the bed, her head resting on his chest, their arms and legs intertwined.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Nick, I can’t marry Ezekiel.”

“Good.  Then don’t.”

“No.  I mean I don’t want to.”

“Excellent.  Then don’t.”  His big toe traced the arch of her foot.

“I want to be with you.”

“And I,” he said, kissing her nose, “want to be with you.”

“I mean always.  All the time.”

“We’re in agreement.”

“Truly?”  Rebekah beamed.  Could it be that he wanted to marry her? 

“Yeah.
  I want to be with you.”  He kissed her again, slowly on the mouth.  “So don’t marry Ezekiel.”

“But I have to.  I’m promised—”

“That’s crazy—”

“My father
—”

“So just tell your father that you can’t marry the guy, that you don’t love him.  End of story.”

Her look was skeptical.  She realized that she had held some idea in her heart that Nick would ask her father for her hand, and become Amish in order to be with her.  Now she held that hope in suspicion. 

“And we
—”

“We will work out a way to be together,” he promised.

She sat and looked at him.

“Would you . . . ever become Amish?” 

He saw the beseeching look in her eye.  But he could not lie, even to save her feelings.  “I don’t think I’m cut out to be Amish.”

It took her a bit aback.  
You won’t become Amish for me?
 

“Then how can we be together?”

“That is something we are going to have to work out.”

Her feminine insecurities gnawed at her. 

“But you want to. . . ?”

“Yes, I want to work it out.  We will.  You’ll see.”

“You promise?”

He looked at her curiously. 
“Yeah.  Why the third degree all the sudden?”

“Third degree?”

“All the questions.”

“I don’t know.  It’s just that I’m supposed to marry
Ezek—”

“
—Who you aren’t marrying.  We already established that.”

“How do I get out of it?”

Nick crawled over to where she sat facing him and encapsulated her in his arms.  Like one would do for a frightened child.

“Becca, talk to your father.  Tell him you aren’t in love with the guy.  Your father loves you.  He’ll understand.”

It was all too simplistic.  Rebekah knew it would not be that uncomplicated, nor would it be that easy.  Father would not understand nor tolerate her disobedience.  He would never understand her falling in love with an English. 

Their two hours was up all too soon.  Rebekah detested leaving the room on less than a perfect note, so she remained a few moments longer listening to Nick’s heartbeat beneath her ear. 
Oh God, please help this work out.