Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush

screamed.  His pace increased.  He beat into her frantically bringing together all the desire for her he had been haunted by for two years.  His orgasm erupted hotly within her, jerking violently around her while still holding her within his arms.
    Afterwards he held her as if he was afraid that if he let go, she might leave again and never return. She lay with her head on his shoulder and stroked the curly hair on his chest.
    “I love you,” he said.  She was silent, not knowing what to say.  Her feelings toward Ezekiel had definitely changed, but she was not certain if she could say that she was in love with him.  He continued, unabated.  “I know you don’t feel the same way, but do you think you could grow to love me . . . a little?”  He seemed to run out of confidence at the end and the last two words were pleading.
    She took a moment to answer.  “These changes in you I am seeing, are they permanent or just to get me back?”
    “Both.  They are to get you back.  But they are true changes.  They are lasting.”
    “No more smoking.” 
    “No more smoking,” he promised.
    “Wash everyday —”
    “A bath?”   He was incredulous.  She sighed.  She would miss showers.
    “In the wash bowl.”
    “Agreed.”
    “I expect respect.”
    “I respect you.”
    “I mean your mother.  If I come back, she has to respect me.”
    “I see.”
    She sat up to face him, her mouth pulled in a straight line.  “It’s not negotiable.”
    “ Alright.”
    “Okay then.”
    He brightened.  “So you’ll come back?”
    She hadn’t really realized she was making that choice.  When he had arrived earlier that day, she was prepared to toss him out again.  She needed to think about it.  She had just made love to a man that she had loathed for three years.  A man she hadn’t wanted to marry in the first place . . . a man that had until today disgusted her.  She had, with all fullness of heart, fucked him senseless—and loved every minute of it.  A part of her felt she should feel that she had just betrayed Nick, to have given in so easily.  But another part of her saw that she needed to live in the here and now and not cling to the memory of a man who was gone.  She was young.  Rachel needed a father.  Neither one of them could be kept warm by a ghost.
    She couldn’t quite answer Ezekiel’s question, so she asked him one.  “When did you know about Nick?”
    “The day of your cousin’s wedding in Wisconsin.”
    Rebekah was floored.  “You knew we—”
    “I thought maybe so.”
    “Holy shit!”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her profanity.
    “Why did you marry me, then?” she asked, disbelieving.
    His response was simple.  “Because you would have me.  And then I would have you.”
    “But you knew I didn’t love you!  You knew Rachel wasn’t yours!” 
    “But it didn’t matter.  I loved you.  I had you as my wife.  He didn’t.”
    Rebekah tried to absorb that.  Then she thought of something else that had been troubling her.  “Ezekiel, I am not the same person as I was two years ago.  A lot has happened.  I’ve turned into an English.”
    “No,” he said, patting the area above her heart.  “In here you are Amish and always have been and always will be.”
    “What if it doesn’t work?  What if I come back and I can’t stand it?”
    Now it was his turn to think before answering.  “If you cannot bear it after a year, then I will release you and help you leave the Community.”
    It was more than she could have hoped for.  It was a chance to come back to family, to have a chance at love and to raise her child in a good environment.  It would be an adjustment to come back, but maybe not too big of one and if it proved untenable after one full year, then Ezekiel would help her leave.  She knew she could trust his word on that, however it might pain him.
    She looked around and realized that she was changing residences again, and soon.
    “Do you still have any of my