Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy)

by Rush, Miranda

  “He’s beyond a doctor’s help.”

  The knife stuck out yet from Jakob’s back. A tremendous pool of blood surrounded his body. “How did you—”

  “Call it Providence.”

  “That I will.” He gently wrapped his arms around her, leading her out of the barn. “That I will.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Summer blazed, shriveling lush green grasses into brown dryness, eventually dwindling as autumn arrived, bringing crisp winds, cold rains, and diminished light. Rebekah and Ezekiel’s wounds had healed for the most part, although Rebekah had needed to spend some time in the hospital, during which time Ezekiel never left her side. He escaped with only a fractured nose and a cracked cheekbone, but Rebekah’s knife wounds were more serious and had taken longer to heal. Fortunately, her jaw had not been broken but was merely dislocated and while it was quite painful, it mended relatively quickly.

  The prosecuting attorney ruled that Rebekah had acted in self-defense. For that, Rebekah was earnestly grateful. She had had enough of English courts to last a lifetime.

  An ultrasound had confirmed the sex of the baby to be male. Rebekah had not wanted the ultrasound to begin with and didn’t want to be told the gender of the child, preferring to find out at the time of birth. However, her doctor had insisted on the test after her ordeal and the technician, not informed of Rebekah’s wishes, announced brightly, “Congratulations, you are having a boy,” thus ruining the surprise. But it did have at least one plus: instead of calling him ‘the baby,’ they were able to affectionately call him ‘Isaac.’

  A Sunday afternoon in November found them well and happy within their home, resting as the Amish do every other Sunday when they do not gather in a Community member’s home for Church. They studied some scripture in the morning and, as had become customary, after lunch Ezekiel and Rebekah retired to their bedroom to—as they told the children—take a nap. Sleeping was the furthest thing from their minds.

  They fell into their bedroom and leaned against the door, hastily fumbling with each other’s clothing in their greedy rush for one another. Ezekiel’s mouth trailed famished kisses down Rebekah’s throat, shoulders, and breasts, centering on her ultrasensitive nipples, making them into elongated puckers and causing “Oh!” sounds to emit from her lips. Her advanced stage of pregnancy had made her increasingly randy and arousal softened her sex, making moisture drip down her legs. Standing upright, he pressed himself against her, prodding her swollen belly with his erection.

  Parting her legs and standing on her toes, she guided his cock inside of her, tilting her pelvis up to allow him room to maneuver around her belly. He pushed himself in . . . and withdrew . . . in . . . and withdrew, wonderfully teasing both of them, because only a couple inches of him could go in in this position. Growling, he exited her and spun her around to face the door. Spreading her legs, she bent over and placed her hands of the door for support. Ezekiel’s hands traveled over her body, caressing and probing. His cock slid along her slit, eliciting hitched breaths from her. She rocked her hips back to meet him, enticing him to enter her. She wanted him to penetrate her immediately and fuck her long and hard until they made so much noise that they frightened the children.

  Ezekiel had other ideas.

  Bending over her, he stretched down and found her inflamed clit. He stroked her deeply within her folds. “Mein Gott,” he breathed. “You are so wet. I am such a lucky man.” His fingers beguiled her body, strumming her like a musical instrument, up and down . . . and around and around. He found a sweet spot between her clitoris and vagina and applied tiny circular strokes. Around and around. Tantalizingly, he grazed his cock on the outside of her entrance at the same time he rubbed the spot until she huffed loudly.

  “Now! Ezekiel, now!”

  He pretended to not have heard her and lightly scraped the underside of her clit with his fingernail in time with the motions of his prick while reaching with the other hand to rub her nipple between his fingers.

  “Now, dammit! Now!” Desperate for him, she attempted to reach down and glide him inside of her. He laughed at her, pulling slightly away from her and pinching her nipple firmly. He slipped his finger inside her and moved it in a circle, adding to her frustration. “Please,” she begged.

  Ezekiel grunted his amusement. But he wasn’t ready to please her yet; he wanted to drive her berserk. Continuing to move his finger in her, he rubbed her ample juices into the entrance of her bottom and eased his finger inside. She was surprised. Ezekiel had never shown any interest in anal sex before. “You’re so hot and tight in here,” he said. She sighed, tilting her hips to push his fingers further inside of her. It felt wonderful.

  Simultaneously, he slid his fingers in and out of her. It was mesmerizing, but all she wanted was one thing. “I want you inside me.”

  She could hear the grin in his voice. “I am inside you.”

  “Your cock.”

  He manipulated her orifices for another a few more strokes. “But where should I put it?”

  “In my pussy! Please, put your cock in my pussy.” Her need for him had ignited into a burning ache. Desperation was scaling fast.

  Laughing again, he withdrew his fingers from her, placing the finger that had been inside her vagina in between her lips. She tasted the musky tanginess of her own arousal. Clutching her hips, he made small circles with the tip of his cock just inside her inner lips. Frustrated beyond belief, she raised her voice to a high screech.

  Penetration almost sent her into convulsions. He exited almost completely and then dove in again. And again. As he stroked inside her at a medium pace, each advance only created a greater desire for him. Could she ever get enough of this man? The further along in her pregnancy she had become, the larger Ezekiel had felt inside on her. Now he felt almost superhuman. In and out . . . and in and out. She closed her eyes, lost in the anticipation of what was to come.

  His thrusts changed, picking up strength and speed. Avidly he lunged, striving to slake their thirst for each other. But with each stroke her lust was only stirred higher.

  “Harder,” she gasped.

  He obeyed. He propelled deeply inside of her, ramming against the point where her core began. Sinking within her, he heaved with frenzy, bucking in a near epileptic fit of urgency. A familiar wave was beginning to crest within her.

  “Harder!” Her wailing filled the house. He clutched her hips again, and holding her transfixed, he lovingly attacked her with fury. Over and again he impaled her and, screaming, she crashed into her orgasm, disintegrating into fragments as he beat within her burning jets of ejaculate.

  Just as her orgasm was leaving her, a powerful hand within her reached forward and twisted her uterus. She sunk to her knees with the power of the contraction, her breath drawing in sharply.

  “Are you alright?” Ezekiel knelt on the floor beside her.

  “Yeah, it was just a contrac—” she moaned as another contraction overtook her.

  “Are you sure?”

  The rush ended and she was able to breathe again normally.

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  Ezekiel helped her to her feet, anointing her face with kisses, ending with her mouth. He bussed her sweetly, yet hungrily, as his fire had not yet been quenched. She grinned. Could he ever get enough of her, either? She pulled him closer, topping off their wildness with a deep, surging soul kiss.

  As she was feeling the stirrings of him again against her belly another mighty hand struck within her, squeezing her belly—Whooosh! A deluge gushed from between her legs and splashed onto the floor.

  “Mein Gott!” Ezekiel said, genuinely alarmed.

  “It’s my water—”

  “Your what?”

  “It’s Isaac! He’s coming now!”

  Another contraction bent her over double.

  “Here, sit down.” Ezekiel took her to the bed and scrambled to put his clothes on. “I’ll go get the midwife.”

  “No time! He’s coming now!”
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  “Mein Gott!”

  “You’ve got to help me.”

  “But I don’t know what to do.” Ezekiel was panicked.

  A contraction contorted her frame, pushing a cry from deep in her chest. I’m going to have to take charge here, she thought as the pain subsided. Holy shit, what do I do?

  Her riddled mind raced. “Tell Polly to bring in alcohol, string, and scissors. And towels. Lots of towels.”

  Ezekiel ran to shout instructions down the stairs to Polly and sent their oldest son to fetch the midwife.

  By the time Polly got up the stairs, Rebekah was ready to push. Propped up with pillows behind her and towels underneath her, she strained into her contractions, bathed in sweat, pushing down and out with all her might. Ezekiel and Polly sat on either side, each squeezing one of her hands.

  “Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

  “I see his head!”

  “Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

  Ezekiel kissed her wet forehead.

  “Another push.”

  She bore down with all her strength. The baby’s head turned and his shoulders slid out. For a moment red faced Isaac opened his eyes, blinking up at her. You’re beautiful. You’re my son. Another gut-wrenching push and he slipped from her onto his father’s waiting hands.

  “Mein Gott!” Ezekiel was awestruck. Tears of joy flowed unabashedly down his cheeks. He kissed their son on the head and the child began to cry.

  Rebekah laughed softly but said, “Ezekiel, he’s cold.” Ezekiel wrapped the tiny boy in a towel and laid him at Rebekah’s breast. Isaac’s eager mouth helped stimulate the contractions which delivered the afterbirth. Polly got warm water, sponged Rebekah off, and changed the bed linen before placing quilts on the two of them. Ezekiel contently snuggled in bed beside his wife and son.

  The midwife arrived shortly thereafter and upon examination, pronounced both mother and child in excellent condition. “Well done, you three. Ezekiel, I may have to hire you,” she joked, patting him on the shoulder.

  Isaac fell asleep with Rebekah’s nipple in his mouth. Her adrenaline was dying down and extreme weariness overcame her. She curled around the slumbering infant while Ezekiel curved around her.

  Before sleep claimed her, she thought: Thanksgiving is this Thursday. She smiled. She had a lot to be thankful for. She had been blessed in her life by not just one, but two great loves. She had never thought she could love after Nick, but then miraculously, love bloomed out of seeming distaste and despair. Twisting her neck, she studied her sleeping husband. Without his phenomenal passion for her she would be living a lonely life. Then she remembered Jakob. Without Ezekiel, she, Isaac, and Rachel would most certainly be dead.

  Nick’s love had made her alive. It ignited her, healed her, and caused her to bloom.

  Ezekiel’s love had freed her from extensive painful mourning and redeemed her from emptiness. She loved studying his face. Where once she only saw a lack of beauty in Ezekiel, she now saw boundless love. Love defines and unites all that is good within us. It creates the beauty we see in ourselves and others.

  “Ezekiel, I love you,” she spoke in a low tone, tracing her fingers across his face. He mumbled unconsciously in response. She smiled and kissed his cheek. He has given me so much.

  Then she turned and kissed the top of Isaac’s head, taking in the wonderful Isaac smell of him. I would not have had the chance to be your mother if it weren’t for Ezekiel, your Daddy. This thought sprang gratitude to her eyes in the form of tears. She turned over again and stroked Ezekiel’s face once more. Yes, she had much to be thankful for.

  Ezekiel, my love. I thank God for you.