Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush Page A
Authors: Miranda Rush
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clothes around the house?”
He smiled.
Chapter Eleven
Rebekah finished mashing the potatoes for supper: cream from this morning’s milking, butter from the pie safe, salt, pepper and garlic. They were Ezekiel’s favorite. She sent Sarah to his woodshop to let him know the meal was ready.
Stepping back into Amish life was not as hard as Rebekah had expected it to be. She found that two years away had not detracted from her home-making skills and she began to enjoy the simple tasks of everyday life. Sarah, the youngest, had welcomed her back with open arms while the two boys had been more wary. All members of the family, save one, adopted Rachel like she was a pet.
Mother Yoder was a bit of a different story. While she had not yet openly challenged Rebekah’s return, she wore a constant contemptuous sneer and Rebekah noticed her visibly choking back cruel remarks. A confrontation was inevitable.
Polly, Ezekiel’s sister was happy to have Rebekah come back, if only because it meant that she, Polly , would no longer have to work so hard.
Ezekiel was elated to have her return. He was true to his word and washed up upon the cessation of work for the day, did not pick up his pipe again, and told her daily that she was adored. He also, she mused, ardently demonstrated to her how much she enticed him. She smiled thinking about it. In the three months since she had been back, they had gotten very little sleep.
Rebekah often still thought about Nick. She would find herself at odd quiet moments during the day in the bedroom she and Ezekiel shared, with her scriptures open, touching Nick’s handsome face in his photograph. Nevertheless, the sting of her loss had lessened considerably. Mostly the thoughts came to her when Rachel would say something extraordinarily precocious. The little girl would always remind Rebekah of her daddy, even though Ezekiel had taken to doting on her, carrying her around the farm on his shoulders and calling her, ‘little mama’ for the way that she played with her many dolls. At first, Rebekah was concerned that the attention Rachel received and the sheer number of her dolls (Rebekah refused to take any away from her during the move and Ezekiel agreed) would cause jealousy with Sarah. But Sarah delighted in having a little sister that was old enough to play with and Rachel, due to interaction with other children at her babysitter’s house, had learned to share her toys.
Sarah came bounding into the house just then, announcing that Ezekiel couldn’t come in and instead wished to see Rebekah in the shop. Somewhat mystified, Rebekah told Sarah to serve up the dinner on plates and stepped coatless across the yard in the frigid early spring air to the woodshop.
As she entered the shop, Ezekiel wrapped his arms around her . “I have to work after supper until late this evening and I couldn’t wait . . .” He nuzzled her cheek.
“Couldn’t wait for what?”
He pressed her breasts in his hands, breathing hotly on her neck. “I couldn’t wait for you.” She kissed him urgently. They had spent the last three months in a near continuous state of yearning for one another. He grasped her bottom in his hands, pulling her against him to rub his erection into her through their clothing. Fire quickly ignited between her thighs and spread in all directions. She sighed, melting into his movements.
Dinner momentarily forgotten, he lifted her up to sit on the edge of his work table. He bussed her thoroughly, permitting his mouth to travel over her face and neck, while he yanked off her bloomers and tossed them aside. His fingers rushed to enliven her clit, stoking her up and down . . . and up and up faster and faster until his fingers slipped inside her.
“Mein Gott! So wet!”
Her slipperiness galvanized him. He
He smiled.
Chapter Eleven
Rebekah finished mashing the potatoes for supper: cream from this morning’s milking, butter from the pie safe, salt, pepper and garlic. They were Ezekiel’s favorite. She sent Sarah to his woodshop to let him know the meal was ready.
Stepping back into Amish life was not as hard as Rebekah had expected it to be. She found that two years away had not detracted from her home-making skills and she began to enjoy the simple tasks of everyday life. Sarah, the youngest, had welcomed her back with open arms while the two boys had been more wary. All members of the family, save one, adopted Rachel like she was a pet.
Mother Yoder was a bit of a different story. While she had not yet openly challenged Rebekah’s return, she wore a constant contemptuous sneer and Rebekah noticed her visibly choking back cruel remarks. A confrontation was inevitable.
Polly, Ezekiel’s sister was happy to have Rebekah come back, if only because it meant that she, Polly , would no longer have to work so hard.
Ezekiel was elated to have her return. He was true to his word and washed up upon the cessation of work for the day, did not pick up his pipe again, and told her daily that she was adored. He also, she mused, ardently demonstrated to her how much she enticed him. She smiled thinking about it. In the three months since she had been back, they had gotten very little sleep.
Rebekah often still thought about Nick. She would find herself at odd quiet moments during the day in the bedroom she and Ezekiel shared, with her scriptures open, touching Nick’s handsome face in his photograph. Nevertheless, the sting of her loss had lessened considerably. Mostly the thoughts came to her when Rachel would say something extraordinarily precocious. The little girl would always remind Rebekah of her daddy, even though Ezekiel had taken to doting on her, carrying her around the farm on his shoulders and calling her, ‘little mama’ for the way that she played with her many dolls. At first, Rebekah was concerned that the attention Rachel received and the sheer number of her dolls (Rebekah refused to take any away from her during the move and Ezekiel agreed) would cause jealousy with Sarah. But Sarah delighted in having a little sister that was old enough to play with and Rachel, due to interaction with other children at her babysitter’s house, had learned to share her toys.
Sarah came bounding into the house just then, announcing that Ezekiel couldn’t come in and instead wished to see Rebekah in the shop. Somewhat mystified, Rebekah told Sarah to serve up the dinner on plates and stepped coatless across the yard in the frigid early spring air to the woodshop.
As she entered the shop, Ezekiel wrapped his arms around her . “I have to work after supper until late this evening and I couldn’t wait . . .” He nuzzled her cheek.
“Couldn’t wait for what?”
He pressed her breasts in his hands, breathing hotly on her neck. “I couldn’t wait for you.” She kissed him urgently. They had spent the last three months in a near continuous state of yearning for one another. He grasped her bottom in his hands, pulling her against him to rub his erection into her through their clothing. Fire quickly ignited between her thighs and spread in all directions. She sighed, melting into his movements.
Dinner momentarily forgotten, he lifted her up to sit on the edge of his work table. He bussed her thoroughly, permitting his mouth to travel over her face and neck, while he yanked off her bloomers and tossed them aside. His fingers rushed to enliven her clit, stoking her up and down . . . and up and up faster and faster until his fingers slipped inside her.
“Mein Gott! So wet!”
Her slipperiness galvanized him. He
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