by Miranda Rush
Hezekiah says it will be a boy. Leah had known. Hezekiah had known. His name, as Hezekiah had wanted, would be Eli.
“Not all of you,” the nurse balked, seeing the entire family file into Leah’s room. Reluctantly, Hezekiah’s mother took the children out, leaving twelve adults in the small hospital room. The nurse looked in again in exasperation but held her tongue.
Leah lay in the bed, tubes running into her nose and wires to her chest and arms. A pouch of what appeared to be blood was perched above her, running by the tube into her arm through an angry looking needle. She was ghostly gray and her eyes, usually so bright and blue, were colorless.
Hezekiah approached his wife. “How are you feeling?” She attempted a wan smile but it was obvious she had but little strength. She was dead and God brought her back because of my prayer. Rebekah knew she had to keep her side of the bargain, whatever that was, or Leah could die again and not be able to be resuscitated once more.
As if in answer Leah looked directly at Rebekah and said in slurred speech with all the piteous stamina that she possessed, “Don’t leave me. “
“Of course we aren’t going to leave you!” Rebekah’s mother exclaimed.
“What would make you think we would? We are staying right here,” came a chorus of reassurances.
Leah repeated, her clouded eyes never leaving her sister, “Rebekah, don’t leave me.”
God had spoken, as Rebekah had begged Him to do. He had spared Leah and told her what she needed to do. Reflexively, she fingered the ring weighing now heavily in her apron pocket and, in four agonized words answered God and Leah both: “I won’t leave you.” They were the hardest words she could ever utter.
One minute later, the family was once more in a waiting room, drinking coffee and eating the now cold sandwiches Nick had bought them. They would wait there for the next day, some waiting there for several days, and some until Leah got to come home.
Nick brought her a fresh cup of coffee which she gratefully accepted.
“Is she going to be okay?”
“She will have some brain damage, but she can talk some.”
“Oh, no! I am so sorry. How can I help?”
Sweet Nick, helpful Nick. Poor Nick. Poor her, now she had to tell him that they couldn’t be together. Rebekah could guarantee he would never fathom the reason behind it.
Without answering, she excused herself and walked down the hallway to the restroom. It was a single room, and as she was going in, she felt Nick’s hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. Grabbing the door, he opened it a bit wider, bumped her inside and followed her in, locking the door behind him.
“Are you crazy?” She was incredulous.
“What is wrong with you? I’m really sorry about your sister, but why are you treating me this way?”
“Nick, I can’t—”
“We’ve gotta talk—”
“No, we don’t—”
“Oh, yes, we do.” His eyes flashed darkly. “What is going on? Are you mad at me? What happened with the test?”
The test. Holy shit, the test. No, I can’t tell him about that. Then, he will not only never understand, he’ll never go away and I won’t be able to keep my promise.
To steady herself as much as him, she took his hand. She expected herself to be mourning him at that moment. She thought she would have been unable to act due to remorse for what had happened to Leah and anguish about what was about to happen to her and Nick. Instead, a placidness eased into her, a strength she didn’t know she possessed overtook her. She looked at this man she loved and knew that she must tell him goodbye, but knew that she could not do it heartlessly.
Dropping to her knees, she swiftly unzipped his jeans, pulling his flaccid cock to freedom. Without asking for accordance, she immediately put the whole member in her mouth, sucking hard. Nick grunted in surprise and pleasure, allowing her to pull his pants down around his feet. Within seconds, he was fully engorged. Trying to relax her throat as much as possible, she took him far into her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue up and down on his inflamed shaft, fucking him hotly with her mouth. She was making her mouth another pussy, another way to squeeze him tight as she fondled his balls.
Then she allowed her mouth to become loose and pliant, enticingly surrounding him with the velvet of her inner cheeks and lips, while fondly caressing him with her tongue.
Loving Nick in this manner did not seem like a sin; on the contrary, to dispassionately say goodbye to the man whose child she carried within her would have been the true sin. She had to love him one last time and, should she be fully honest with herself, she needed to love him again for herself.
Nick stumbled backward against the wall of the small room, moaning. Sucking hard once again, Rebekah grasped the lower part of his cock and, squeezing it, moved her hands up and down, turning her hands and mouth into a tight, virginal vagina to fuck him in yet another new way.
She felt him growing larger in her mouth and, teasingly, abruptly pulled away. Stripping her bloomers off, she looked at him, his need fueling the growing demand inside her.
Shameless, she sat on the edge of the sink and spread her thighs wide apart.
“Take me.”
Sighing almost magically, he came to her and clutching her buttocks in his long slender hands, brought his cock to her waiting, moist feminine folds and poised there.
“I’m going to try to make this last, but no promises.”
She lifted her hips up as a further invitation.
He did not disappoint her. Penetration was deep and full upon first stroke. He held purchase to her hips tightly, balancing them both, making it possible to touch her in her nethermost regions. He vacated her slowly, and thrust in full again only to pull out once more. Streams of electricity soared through her.
Then his pushes came faster and more energetic, drilling her further to her center with every propulsion inward. Encircling his arms around her, he advanced ever forward, boring into her. He was assaulting her with his love, and euphoric tears streamed from her eyes.
She encompassed his wildly thrashing hips with her legs, hooking her ankles together behind his lower back. Inflamed, he picked her up off of the sink and, still holding her around his middle, moved her up and down on his cock. She reached behind him and slapped his beautiful rounded ass, kissing him beseechingly on the mouth. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.
With a mighty growl, he flung the two of them around and backed Rebekah up against the wall of the bathroom, pinning her to the wall with his impulsion of ravenous hunger. It was as if he too knew somehow it was over and this would be all that they would have forever.
He stroked the place where he entered her and then, reached underneath her to stick two fingers inside her ass while still pushing inward and retreating, over and again punching inside and seceding.
Into her depths his throbbing cock hammered her. In and out. In and out. He waggled the fingers he had up her hot, tight ass and pumped even harder. His movements caused her thick, hot pool of desire to rise molten to the surface.
As she started to come, he took the hand not inside her ass and shoved it over her mouth and nose, cutting off her voice and her air. She could have removed his hand but instead dug her fingers into his hair and pulled straight out as the lightening surmounted her, lifting her higher and higher with each additional drive of his cock, each additional wriggle of his fingers as her consciousness shattered. Without waiting for her to slow down he withdrew from her completely, and bent her forward over the sink, standing her on her tiptoes so she was staring at her reddened face in the mirror as he again took possession of her body, filling her and receding faster and over and again until he, in an effort not to cry out, bit her shoulder through her dress as he spasmed out each drop of his ejaculation.
He held her tightly, hunched over the sink for what seemed to be the longest time. This is the last, she thought. Our last embrace. After replacing clothing, she switched around to face him. Unpinning the ring he had g
iven her that night seemingly so long ago, she handed it to him.
“Goodbye Nick.”
“What???”
“I promised God I’d stay with Leah. She needs me.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I have to.”
“But you love me. I love you—”
“Nick, don’t—”
He knelt on the floor of the bathroom before her, clenching her hand. His voice was raw with emotion. “Rebekah Bontrager, I love you. Marry me. Marry me, please.”
Tears clouded Rebekah’s eyes.
“Don’t ask me for something I can’t give you.”
“But you love me.” Yes Nick, I love you with every shred of my being. “And I love you.” Nick beseeched her. But I made a covenant with God. He wasn’t going to understand.
“Don’t ask me for something I just can’t give you.”
She caressed his face for one last time and exited the bathroom, leaving Nick kneeling on the floor.
Chapter 18
Rebekah sat alone in her room for the last time. She would not be sleeping here tonight.
She wore a new black smock and a new long snow white apron, freshly ironed. Her boots had been polished for just this occasion and her hair had been braided and pinned by her mother with great care before placing on her head her new white bonnet. The new fabric felt stiff beneath her fingertips.
In just a moment, she would have to go outside. In just a moment, she would be joining the rest of the wedding party and taking her place beside her new husband.
She had known that she couldn’t stay with Leah and remain single, even if her father had permitted it—not while being with child. She and the child would be shunned and she could not fulfill her promise to God. The only way to stay with Leah was to marry the man she loathed and say goodbye to the man she loved.
The struggle was over, replaced by a resigned peace. It was not the contentment Leah had felt, being married to a man she cared for. It was passivity, a willingness to endure anything to the end.
Tonight, Ezekiel could claim his prize and touch her with his rough hands and poke his dick into her. While she could not stomach the idea of making love to him, suffering his touch was something that she could somehow live with as part of the price she needed to pay.
That she wouldn’t be a virgin and couldn’t hide that fact didn’t concern her. The consequences were something to be braved through, should they come. Chances are, as inattentive as he is to me, he won’t even notice.
Her hand slipped into her apron pocket to touch the rose bud that now, dried and brittle, would accompany her everywhere. Regardless of the outcome and the terrible wrenching her heart had gone through these past days since saying goodbye to Nick, she was not sorry she had loved him. She did not regret the virulent passion that had thundered between them, bringing them together forever and taking their hearts to pieces. She thought of her parents and their lifeless marriage. So many never have the chance to have tenderness like what we shared. So few can ever feel such passion. She was grateful for God sending Nick to her. It had to be God, for who else could send such an angel?
She held her hand to her belly, wondering what it will be like to have his child kick lustily inside her. The contemplation of holding the baby close to her breast by next early spring came close to overwhelming her with joy. And so it was with this thought that she joined her wedding party with a smile.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
