Alicia's Misfortune

by S. Silver

“And you only did what you did because you had no other way, correct?” he asked.

  She could hear in his voice that he was afraid of her answer. But he was on to something. He sighed.

  “The truth is I read every one of your letters to Emory and his to you. It was my distinct impression that you had feelings for one another. Emory and I set you up to come out here to teach you a lesson. Because you had expressed your feelings so genuinely. We couldn’t figure how anyone could do that and those feelings not be real. I am thinking, now that I know what I know, that those feelings were real. They were, weren’t they?”

  Addie nodded.

  “But I have feelings for you too,” she promised him.

  He smiled softly. “But you want to go home, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “That’s my ranch out there. My brother helped me every step of the way. But he won’t let me give him half. He wants something of his own. I figure, especially after what just happened here, that this is the best way. I am fine with the three of us –“

  He couldn’t finish his sentence, the subject was too taboo. Addie burned with an out of control blush. Emory squirmed.

  “I’d be pleased if you stayed and were my wife but I read those letters you wrote to Emory. You two belong together. You don’t belong with me,” said Galen.

  Addie rushed him. She threw her arms around him.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Galen stood up and shook his brother’s hand. He picked up a piece of paper off a stack of papers that he had as they checked into the room. He ripped it up and walked out of the room. Addie examined the pieces of paper Galen shredded. It was their wedding certificate. Tears jeweled her eyes. Galen Calhoun was a good man.

  “What do you make of that?” Emory asked shyly.

  “It’s all so sudden,” said Addie. “But it feels right. Do you think you can put with me in Chicago?”

  “I think I am going to die trying,” said Emory.

  AMISH2, A Western Romance –

  By: Erin Walsh

  AMISH2, A Western Romance

  © Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Warning

  This book contains graphic content intended for readers 18+ years old.

  If you are under 18 years old, or are not comfortable with adult content, please close this book now.

  Chapter One

  Wandering through the Farmers’ Market, Courtney White was overwhelmed by the rich fruits and vegetables on display. Everything was absolutely ripe and stunning. And it all smelled so sweet! However, she had no appetite. Between the heat – though she was in the cooler shade of black maples canopying most of the set up – and the heart ache, Courtney was just not hungry.

  Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked in that direction and the next thing she knew, on the other side of her; someone was taking her by the hand.

  She knew that touch. She knew that feel. She looked. She gasped. It was true. Christian.

  The smile on his face was almost imperceptible but she saw it. He was also sneaking the hand holding, but as long as she could touch him, she didn’t care.

  “What are you doing here?” Courtney asked.

  He tilted his head. He struggled not to fully laugh. “This is the Amish Farmers’ Market. And I am Amish,”

  “Oh,” she laughed at herself. “Yeah.”

  Only he could make Amish garb look hot. He had on a collarless shirt which set off his exquisitely broad shoulders. He wore black suspenders that clasped at his abdomen and the small of back, accentuating his narrow waist and powerful buttocks and legs. His black broad-rimmed hat contrasted with his beautiful white-blond hair.

  Laughing at the fact she didn’t connect the Amish Farmers’ Market with the presence of Christian the Amish farmer was one of the few times Courtney smiled since she last laid eyes on him. Or felt any levity. She had felt smoldering passion. For just the thought of him left Courtney stunned and excited. She was immediately immobilized by full blown arousal, forced to relive every blistering moment between them before they parted.

  “I haven’t called you because I foolishly lost your telephone number,” he confessed.

  Courtney belly laughed. “Okay, that’s just hilarious,” she said.

  Christian was confused. “I don’t understand.”

  “That’s the oldest excuse in the book,” she explained. She spoke in a deep voice, “Ah baby, I meant to call you but you know, I lost your number.”

  Christian reached out to brush a bit of hay that had fallen on Courtney’s shoulder. His large hand accidently brushed against her breast. Shocks of erotic electricity flowed throughout her body. Was that intentional? Without any warning, Courtney was hoisted by her shoulders to the privacy of a very large tree trunk. Her forehead knocked back the brim of his hat as he landed her with a very hot, wet, possessive kiss.

  My God, she thought but did not dare say out loud. He had chastised her before that such phrases were not taken lightly in his community. But did they have chemistry.

  “I don’t know if this is torture or medicine. I am in such agony,” she complained. She gave him a half-hearted tap.

  It was no use. They were from different worlds but so meant to be together.

  “I understand you completely,” he said. “Come to me? By the roadside? Can we meet tonight?”

  “Yes,” she agreed hastily. “I will be there.”

  “It must be after dark. Nightfall will be at eight-thirty. Nine o’clock? I will be waiting.”

  Christian grazed her lips with one last kiss before withdrawing; walking away as though he didn’t know her.

  Courtney strolled in a daze, her head abuzz with so many things, so many feelings, and the thrill of knowing that in about eight or so hours from now, she was going to have her legs wrapped around Christian Hostetler’s magnificent torso.

  Her friend Lisa caught up with her, sacks full of buys.

  “See anything you like?” she asked.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I did,” replied Courtney with a smile.

  They took their time walking to the car and happened to pass by a collection of bins where Christian and some other Amish men and women stood. Courtney’s eyes found his. She felt him. Their connection drugged her with arousal. Her heart raced. She could hardly think straight.

  “Hey, isn’t that–?” Lisa started to say but Courtney had the presence of mind to cut her off.

  Courtney stepped towards Christian’s stand. She saw the price for apples by the pound and individually. She plunked down her change to buy a single apple. Without a word, he chose one and handed it to her.

  Courtney bit into it and with her mouth full, never taking her eyes of him, she said to Lisa, “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Two

  Courtney napped. Rather, she slept like a log. Weeks of not sleeping well, of wallowing in the heart ache of having to let go of perhaps the hottest man she had ever met, thinking he just didn’t call her, were relieved by the chance meeting with Christian at the farmers’ market. It was a deep, delicious rest. />
  When she awoke, she soaked in a hot, scented bath. She massaged rose-scented body wash into her skin everywhere she could reach. After putting up with Courtney’s moping over Christian, her best friend Lisa gifted her with a rich, deliciously scented bath oil.

  “Here,” she said. “You need to go find a guy and have hot, torrid sex.”

  “I already did find a guy and have hot, torrid sex,” said Courtney.

  “I mean a stranger,” Lisa amended.

  “Christian was a stranger,” said Courtney. “I don’t want another stranger. I want him.”

  Christian had indeed been a stranger when Courtney was stranded on the roadside by his farm in the heart of farm country. But by the time she left him a day later, they knew each other intimately. And often.And in very creative ways.

  But even though their brief encounter was largely sexual, there was something more to it than that.

  Courtney’s cosmetic massage of the edible body wash morphed into an erotic one. Her hands had to go where Christian’s mouth might, so naturally she stroked her lotion-lathered fingertips all over her body. Courtney enjoyed her hot bath and relished the upcoming meet with Christian. He had no idea what was in store for him.

  Chapter Three

  It was still too early to head over to Christian’s farm. But Courtney had a present to buy him. A cell phone. This way he could not lose her number and they could text and chat as often as they liked. She could also send him pictures. She was definitely going to load up his phone with a few gems of her.

  A trip to the cell phone store killed a few hours and so by the time she got home, it was time to leave for his place. Not before she took some pictures of herself. The cell phone camera had a timer, so after she stripped down to her underwear, Courtney set the timer for ten seconds and posed, creating multiple shots this way. After all cheese cake stills, she made herself look very pretty, dressing very demurely, and chose that one as his wallpaper. He now had some hot pictures of her as well as picture which could be seen in public.

  After her mini camera shoot, she was dressed in a sweet eyelet-laced slip dress and even though it was the peak of summer in Pennsylvania, she wore a light jean jacket. It was commercially faded and had a couple of designer tears in the sleeves. Her toes were painted a beautiful bronze which complemented the color of her strappy sandals. Her hair, which was a beautiful light brown, hung in a straight style, soft and shiny. Once she decided that she was picture perfect, she loaded up her little car and was off.

  The one-time relatively urban drive to Christian’s farm immediately became rural. That meant street lights were very few and far between. The road was deep and black and a little scary.

  The little sports car was made for the twists and the turns in the road, but Courtney quickly realized she preferred taking them either in the daytime or with company. Though the weather had been pretty hot and humid, driving late at night, she didn’t drive with the top down. It was some cause for anxiety because if anything happened, he would be no help and she would be all by herself. She would feel way too vulnerable with an opened car.

  As she pulled off the road, which was lit only by the moon and a very few conservative spot lights along the way, she parked by some trees in case anyone were still awake after this hour and could see her. She scurried with some trepidation to the farm field when much to her warmth and delight; she saw a shadowy figure among the field vegetation. Christian.

  He was tall, so magnificently built, and he stood against the night’s horizon not even in a focus that had any sort of detail. Just the suggestion of him made Courtney’s insides stir with glee.

  She slung her long, strapped purse over her shoulder and clutched the handles of the gift bag containing the cell phone. She practically danced to him. It was tough moving in her high, impractical shoes, but the last few steps to him became a dash towards him. She took a running jump and leapt onto him like a tree frog, gripping him with arms and legs, kissing him wildly.

  In the process, she winged him with her gift bag. Able to support her with one arm, he reached behind his back to feel for the bag. His kissed her for a long time, sweeping her mouth with his masterful tongue. So knowing.So good. Then he inquired about the gift.

  “What is this?” he asked, peeking in the bag.

  “It’s a present,” she beamed at him. She held the gift bag behind her back. “It’s for later.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “You think I can’t get that?”

  His teasing made her super-hot, but she liked that he wouldn’t take it too far and ruin the surprise.

  It was a gorgeous day outside. The weather was warm, 82 degrees, but not too hot. They decided to sit outside under the shade of a large willow tree to catch up. Christian started off by telling her about the events over two weeks that had passed since he saw her last. She was really interested to hear about all the fruits and vegetables that Christian grew on the farm, and a little bit more about his Amish roots.

  But it didn’t really matter what he spoke about, because she sat entranced, daydreaming about him, even though he was right in front of her sitting on the warm, green grass. Courtney could see his lips moving. She could even hear him, but all she could think about was being with him, naked in his arms.

  Chapter Four

  Courtney’s mind went back to the long, hot bath she took earlier that day. She recalled running her fingers over her body, turning herself on. The image of the look on his face as she bit into that apple – an apple that he had chosen for her that he had touched – was erotically playing in her mind. He was the hottest, sexiest, most tender man she had ever known. She imagined that her fingers were Christian’s fingers. The palm of her other hand rose to play with a soapy breast. She pushed the breast up as close to her mouth, stretched out her tongue to tickle the tip of her pink nipple.

  Courtney loved her body. She was a bigger girl, big and beautiful with curves in all the right places. And she knew without a doubt that Christian liked her body. A lot and often.

  She found herself to be an erotic delight and she enjoyed touching herself. Everywhere. She recalled that during her bath she could not wait for the evening to find pleasure. The thought of Christian and the spark between them would have made it possible for her to come easily if she were to have given herself an orgasm. But she wanted to wait for him. To be with him when it happened.

  But now sitting in the field with him, she recalled lying back in her tub, slick and soapy and aroused from her own touch, throbbing with need. It would not take much, she knew, before she could hold off no longer.

  Courtney recalled teasing the tip of her sensitive nub with a featherweight touch. Sometimes she found the lightness of her contact was more effective than the heavy setting of her vibrator which almost always ensured a climax. Or sometimes she harnessed the pressure of the running tub water to make herself come.

  Courtney drifted in and out of her conversation with Christian under the tree, listening and talking to him in one moment, and in the next dreaming about the pleasure she experienced earlier that day in her bath. She worked herself up with the thought of him. Courtney recalled feeling drawn up from way, way inside of herself, the walls of her entrance completely innervated. Just the thought teased her again. A hot wave of sexual reaction rushed through her. The warm breeze under the tree, the warm water on her skin. Both were making her wet.

  Earlier, alone in her bath, Courtney remembered running her fingertips with even rigor until she was locked onto a path of ecstasy. How she plunged a finger inside of herself to tantalize her wet, ready channel. She imagined that Christian was inside of her, pounding into her with his monster erection making her spasm around him.

  After a half hour rubbing herself in the bath, she could hold off no more. Courtney recalled cumming earlier that day like a burst of fireworks. Bliss had rolled within, pushing up to the top of her head, to her fingertips, to her toes. She was floating in the bathwater, experiencing the awesomeness. Ordinarily, she w
ould have waited and allowed the climax to ebb before pleasuring herself again. She could revive her orgasms pretty much indefinitely, though three times was her limit. But knowing that she would be with Christian later in the day, she knew she was guaranteed multiple orgasms. So she saved the rest for him.

  Her mind returned to the present, back in the field in front of her love. Unconsciously she brushed a finger over her crotch before she caught herself. She hoped he didn’t notice!

  “Let us go inside,” he said with a warm smile.

  Chapter Five

  But it seemed the distance from the car to his house was too long a wait. Half way down the worn path that split the fields, he was overcome with need and he swept Courtney up, little gift bag and all. He stepped across neatly farmed rows, loaded up with her, to a cluster of trees that created privacy from the direction of the farm house but not from the road. He guided her in between the trees. Courtney had the feeling she was not the first woman whose back leaned against these trees.

  He took her face into his hands, drawing her mouth to his. Slowly, agonizingly he tasted every speck of the inside of her mouth. The sensation was so erogenous. Courtney teetered on a faint, it was so sweet.

  He bent his knees, dropping his height. The large palms of his powerful hands glided the smooth, naked surface of her thighs. They climbed upward, lifting her dress. He parted her feet with his and his hand found the damp, warm center of her body.

  He nuzzled the base of her neck as his fingers plunged inside of her. Quickly he leaned back and regarded her with question.

  “You taste sweet,” he remarked.

  She smiled. “Everywhere,” she whispered.

  He touched his fingers that had been inside of her heat to his mouth, and tasted. “Mmm,” he growled.