Free Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush

climbed into bed she became aware that not only was Ezekiel not asleep but that he had been waiting for her.  His eyes glittered darkly in the moonlight coming in the window.  As her eyes adjusted to the shadows, she saw the outline of his shoulders.  He was not wearing his nightshirt.
    “Been waiting for you.”  He grasped her bloomers and tugged them off, throwing them to the floor.  Holy fucking hell!  Of all nights, why can’t you leave me alone this one night?
    He paid no heed to the stiffening of her body as he parted her legs and inserted his swollen dick in her, grunting and heaving fast and furiously in and out of her until he finally expelled his semen into her and collapsed in a heavy heap.  She turned her face away from him.  What a pig .
    “It’s gud ,” he croaked as he rolled off of her.
    By God, I’m glad it’s good for you, she thought coldly.  Anger added to her turmoil of emotions, she knew there would be no sleeping now.               
    She rolled over and faced the wall, listening to Ezekiel’s resounding snores until just before the sun peeked out from the shadows of the earth.
     

Chapter Ten
     

Thursday
    It was after the coffee, the breakfast dishes, and the sweeping of the floor.  Rebekah was going to collect all the eggs: today’s plus yesterday’s which had not gotten collected because she took off to the hospital.  W as that only yesterday?   She was going in the buggy to her parents’ house to take them over eggs so that deviled eggs could be made for the funeral and to help her mother with anything that was needed.  More than likely she would be traveling to the Community’s shared phone to call and tell far away relatives and friends about Leah’s death.  Ezekiel would be working for at least two days making Leah’s casket in his woodshop. 
    Rachel was still sleeping.  Since the baby had such a hard time going to sleep the night before, Rebekah decided to let her sleep.  Collecting her egg basket, she walked into the dim of the large henhouse, thinking about Nick and how worried he must be about her.  If only she had a moment yesterday to call him on the telephone.  She knew he carried a cell phone with him but she didn’t know the number.  Tomorrow wouldn’t give her a chance to meet him either but maybe she could somehow get word to him about what was happening.  Surely, he would hear about the funeral from the other Amish in nearby Communities.  More than likely he would be bringing people to their home on Saturday for it. 
    Startled out of her reverie, she was suddenly aware that someone was behind her in the henhouse.  Instantly her m ind went back to two instances: the time Nick surprised her in the hen house in Wisconsin and the time they made love standing up in her father’s barn.
    She started to say, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there yesterday —”
    She turned, relieved to see him, only to be staring mouth agape at the piercing sneer of Jakob.  Rapid as a snake, he clutched her arm and thrust his knife at her throat.
    “You mean you weren’t at the gas station yesterday? Oh, you thought I was him , did you?”  As her eyes widened in horror, he guffawed.  “Oh, yes, I know all about him .”
    Her throat was too dry to cry out. Terribly conscious of the blade to her throat, she thought of once watching a cat toy with a mouse.  She now was that mouse in the filth-some grip of Jakob.  He would overpower her and outmaneuver her.  He had no scruples that she could appeal to. She would be no match for him.              
    He forced her down into the hay, straddling her.  Still holding the blade to her throat, he playfully stoked her face.               
    “I saw you. I saw you in his van the other day.  You never saw me, but I followed you that night that you both snuck out when we went to Wisconsin.  You fucked him.  You fucked him!”
    With abject terror, she remembered that night and the