Free Gay Amish 03 - A Way Home by Keira Andrews

see the living room with its wood-burning stove and twin rocking chairs for Isaac’s parents. The family was still eating in the kitchen, and David could hear Isaac speak to them in German.
    “I’m just going to drive David over to Eli Helmuth’s. I’ll hitch up Silver to my old buggy.”
    “At this hour?” Mrs. Byler asked.
    “It won’t take long. It’s too far for him to walk.”
    There were a few moments of silence, and then Mr. Byler spoke. “It is your brother’s buggy now.”
    “He can use it. I don’t mind,” Ephraim said, and gratitude warmed David.
    Mr. Byler added, “But your mother’s right. It’s too late. No. He can find his own way tomorrow.”
    “But David needs to see his mother and sisters,” Isaac said. “Surely you don’t want to make Mrs. Lantz wait another day to see her son again?”
    David had to smile just a bit. Not so long ago, Isaac likely would have backed down in the face of a plain no from his father. The silence from the kitchen grew long and weighty.
    “Miriam surely will want to see her only son,” Mr. Byler said quietly. “Do not dally. There’s much work to be done in the morning before we go back to Nathan.”
    Exhaling the breath he’d been holding, David kept his expression neutral as Isaac returned. As David had guessed, Mr. Byler followed. David cleared this throat. “Thank you, sir.”
    Mr. Byler stared at him for several heartbeats. “I hope you have seen the error of your foolish ways and will obey your mother and the Lord once more. You came so close to joining the church and finding peace and salvation.”
    All David could do was nod and turn away, Isaac on his heels as they hurried to the barn. David glanced back as they reached it. Isaac’s father remained in the doorway, a stark figure outlined in the warm light from inside. Then they were inside the barn, alone in the darkness.
    For a moment, they stared at each other in the sliver of pale moonlight. With a scratchy breath, Isaac tossed his hat aside and threw himself into David’s arms. He was warm and alive, and David inhaled him deeply, rubbing his cheek over Isaac’s sandy hair. “ Eechel. I missed you so much.”
    Isaac squeezed him tightly. “My David.”
    Their lips met, lightly at first, and then rough, as though they could devour each other whole. David dug his fingers into Isaac’s shoulders, moaning as they kissed until his head spun. He ached to feel Isaac naked against him again, to taste him and touch him and hold him close for hours. But of course they couldn’t. Not here.
    As if reading his mind, Isaac leaned away, panting. “They’ll come and see what’s taking so long.” He rubbed their noses together. “We have to…”
    “Yes.”
    With a last lingering kiss, they separated. David licked his lips, wanting to keep every bit of Isaac he could. Isaac’s eyes flashed, and he brushed David’s mouth with his thumb before hurrying over to Silver’s stall. Smiling, David watched him pet and coo to his old horse.
    “Oh! I almost forgot.” David reached into his pocket and handed Isaac the knife. “I know you don’t carry it anymore, but I thought you might like it here. I had it in my bag, and June said security shouldn’t have let me on the plane with it, but I guess they missed it.” Isaac stared at the folded pocketknife in his palm, and David went on. “It was dumb. I can just take it back—”
    “No. It wasn’t dumb.” Isaac closed his fingers around it. “Not at all. Thank you. Thank you for thinking of it. For thinking of me.”
    “Of course. I…I made so many mistakes. Isaac, I wish…”
    “Shh.” Isaac put his finger over David’s lips. “We’ll talk about it. We’ll work it out. That’s what we both want, right? You still want to be with me?”
    “Yes.” David cupped Isaac’s cheek with his uncut hand. “Always.”
    Isaac turned his face and kissed David’s palm. “Then we have plenty of time.”
    He led Silver outside and hitched her