Chapter 17
Seventeen
Rebekah
“Why the fuck isn’t my dinner ready?”
I jump up from my mattress and rush into the living room. I must have fallen asleep. I didn’t even hear my father’s truck engine or the front door.
The sun is fading in the sky. I must have been asleep for hours.
Dizzy and lightheaded from the sudden movement, I grab the back of the couch to steady myself. I don’t have any idea how to respond to his rant. When did he become so irrational?
His descent was gradual. He was always surly, but he went on a downward spiral after Mom died. Now, he’s usually gone most of the day and comes home drunk on moonshine.
I stiffen as he stomps toward me. “Answer me. What the hell were you doing all day that I can’t even come home to a meal?”
I take a step back, knowing this isn’t going to go well. I’ve been here before. I won’t be able to escape his wrath.
As I expected, I’m not fast enough. He lifts a hand and slaps me so hard across the face that I stumble and fall onto my butt. I’m stunned, even though this isn’t the first time. Cupping my face, I try not to cry as he hovers over me.
“Answer my damn question,” he shouts.
“There isn’t anything in the house to cook,” I finally say, though this will infuriate him more and somehow be my fault.
“Why not? Did you waste it? Do you gorge on the food I provide while I’m out working? Do you have people over and feed them, too? We don’t have enough provisions to feed everyone on the mountain. And if I find out you’re whoring yourself out to some boy, I’ll shoot him between the eyes.”
I cringe back. There’s no sense in defending myself.
None of what he says is true. If he really believes any of that, he’s deranged.
And maybe he is. I’m growing increasingly scared of him.
His rants are happening more and more often.
I’m always on alert, scared. For so long, I’ve thought living with him as his slave was better than being married off to some guy he probably owes money to.
But I’m not so sure anymore. Maybe I’d be better off taking my chances.
The only thing I’ve had to eat today was some wild berries I found in the forest. The bushes are mostly picked clean since the season is almost over. I don’t know how I can go much longer without food.
He’s delusional if he thinks anyone ever comes to this house, and the only men who’ve been here in two years are my father’s gross friends when they come by.
He steps closer, leaning over farther, his spittle hitting me in the face as he continues his rant. “I should marry you off to Bernard. He’s been eyeing you up for years. Let him put up with your useless housekeeping skills.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. I won’t react.
Bernard is about fifty. He’s disgusting.
I’m not sure he’s had a bath in a decade.
I think being sent to live with him would be worse than enduring my dad.
I’d run away from home like Hannah did if I thought my father was serious.
Sometimes, I wonder if he threatened to marry her off, too, and that’s why she ran away.
Dad suddenly reaches down, grabs the strap of my overalls, and hauls me to my feet. “You need to be taught a lesson.” He drags me toward the back door.
“No. Please, Dad. I’ll do better. Please,” My words fall on deaf ears. I can’t win an argument with him, and my pleas mean nothing. I think he enjoys hearing me beg.
With a firm grip on my overalls, he yanks me out the back door, bends over, and pulls open the cellar.
“Maybe a bit more time in the dark will teach you a lesson, and I’d better not hear a peep out of you while you’re in there.
If you disturb my sleep by crying or yelling, I’ll leave you in there longer.
” He shoves me toward the rugged stairs that lead into the cold, damp hole in the ground.
“Please, Dad. Don’t put me down there,” I plead. One of these days, he’s going to forget I’m in there, and I’ll die.
I’m too small and too weak to stop him. Plus, if I don’t climb down on my own, he will push me. He’s done it before. I’m lucky I didn’t break an arm or a leg. If I ever break a bone while living under this godforsaken roof, I’ll end up dying from internal bleeding.
I scramble down the steps to avoid being pushed, but I make one last attempt to change his mind. “Dad, please. Don’t do this.”
The door closes over me, leaving me in the nearly pitch dark. For some reason, the bang of the wood against the frame makes me scream.
“Rebekah… Sweetheart… Wake up.”
I startle, my eyes bolting open. For a moment, I’m confused by the light around me. I’m not in the cellar.
It was a dream.
Adam is next to me. We’re in his bed. Our bed. He pulls me into his arms and cradles me against his chest, running a hand through my messy hair. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re safe.”
My memory comes flooding back. The shots… The fire… My father is dead. He can’t hurt me ever again. He can’t hurt any member of my new family either.
I start crying, but my tears are from a place of relief. I will not grieve that man. I won’t. He was so mean for so long.
“It’s okay to feel sad,” Adam whispers.
Sitting taller in his lap, I meet his gaze. “I don’t feel sad. I’m angry, and I’m glad he’s dead.”
“No matter what he did, he was still your father. It’s natural to feel the loss. I bet he was a pretty good guy when your mom was alive.”
I shake my head. “He was never a good guy. He simply controlled himself better when my mother ran interference. It’s his fault she died. If she’d gone to the hospital…” My voice trails off. I can’t think about the past. Mama is gone. I’ll never get her back.
Adam’s mother is also gone. Now neither of us has any parents. That fact makes me sadder.
Adam threads his fingers in my hair and gives a tug, pulling my head back. “We’re together, Rebekah. Nothing will stop us. We’re a team. You and me. Forever and always.”
I take a deep inhale and chase away the bad thoughts. I won’t let them ruin my new life. Swiping away the last of my tears, I twist around in my husband’s lap until I’m straddling him.
We’re both naked. He insisted we sleep this way even after everything that happened in the night.
He even made a production out of putting one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxers on a chair next to his side of the bed, telling me that would be our plan from now on.
At least in an emergency, I can pull on his shirt and he can shrug into his shorts.
I’m glad we slept naked now because my husband’s cock is pressed against my slit, and I take the opportunity to rub against him, needing the friction more than my next breath.
When his hands come to my breasts so he can cup them reverently, I shiver. He’s so good to me.
“Can I really give birth in a hospital?” I ask, still baffled by this idea.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll make it happen. It’s safe.
Not that there’s anything wrong with home births if that’s what a woman prefers, but I’ll feel much less worried if you’re someplace where you can get medical intervention if necessary.
Sometimes babies face the wrong direction.
Sometimes, they need to come out through the mother’s stomach instead of her vagina. That can only happen in a hospital.”
“A C-section, you mean? My mother told me about those. I don’t quite understand it. Sounds scary.”
“I’m sure it is scary, but the doctors know what they’re doing. Women have C-sections all the time.”
I keep rubbing my clit against his thick shaft. It’s hard to focus, but the conversation we’re having emboldens me. I’m not nearly as worried about giving birth now that I know professionals will be present to keep me and the baby from dying.
His intense expression and words are sexy. He cares about me. He doesn’t want anything to happen to me. It warms my soul and makes me want him to fill me again with his seed.
He brings his lips to mine and whispers against my mouth, “Do you want my cock inside you, firecracker?”
“Yes, please.”
“Feel like trying another position, sweetheart?”
I shiver as he makes that suggestion. “Yes,” I breathe out. I’ll never turn him down. How many positions are there? I had no idea people had sex any other way than with the woman on her back and the man thrusting into her from above.
Adam taught me differently when I straddled him and rode him like a stallion. What next?
Adam lifts me off his lap and settles me on my knees next to him. “Hands and knees, little firecracker. Let’s see how you like being taken from behind.”
I suck in a breath, confused, while he crawls behind me and grabs my hips.
“Spread your knees, Rebekah. I’m going to line my cock up with your entrance and thrust into you. Try to stay on your hands and not shift too far forward. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
Is he serious? I would do anything he asked of me, especially when we’re in bed. Maybe not out in public or in front of his brothers, but in our bedroom, I will obey him because it makes arousal leak out of my pussy. Everything he does feels so good that I’ll never doubt him.
“If you need to drop to your elbows at any time, that’s fine. Do whatever feels most comfortable.” He holds my hips and manages to line his shaft up with my entrance without guiding it. It’s as if his cock knows where it belongs and doesn’t need any help getting there.
Suddenly, he thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt.
I gasp. It’s hard not to move. The pressure takes me by surprise every time. Will it ever grow old? I hope not.
“That’s my girl. You have no idea how sexy you are on your hands and knees for me, Rebekah.” His voice is reverent.
I know how sexy it is for him to hold my hips and piston in and out of me. It’s hard to focus. All my attention is on the friction in my pussy and the growing need from every movement.
When Adam reaches with one hand to play with my clit, I arch my back and cry out. My orgasm slams into me, making me clench around him and shudder. It feels so good when he takes me.
I like this position. I like how it feels to have him fucking me hard from behind. It’s oddly primal and naughty. When he comes, I push back against him, wanting him to fill me deep.
My legs are spread obscenely wide with his knees between them, but he somehow manages to lower us both to our sides without removing his hard cock. Spooning me from behind, he stays inside me.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart,” he whispers against my neck. “I could stay like this for days.”
I smile and sigh. “That sounds amazing.” I’d love it if we could stay connected like this. I feel so close to Adam when he’s inside me. No matter how tightly he holds me, I still feel more content when he’s actually buried in me.
When Adam eventually eases out, he pushes my knees toward my chest and holds them. His lips trail along my shoulder. “You’ll stay like this until I say otherwise, understood?”
I whimper, my pussy pulsing. Every time he talks dirty to me about getting me pregnant, my arousal returns full force. It’s irrational since it usually happens after I’ve just had an amazing orgasm, but his filthy demands make me horny all over again.
His words are so deep and serious when he speaks again.
“You were made for me. I was oblivious to that preordained plan from the heavens, but the moment I set my eyes on you two days ago, I knew it in my soul. I was always meant to come back to this mountain, and you were always meant to find me. I’m not a particularly spiritual man, but I know the events that led to us getting married and you being mine were always going to happen. ”
Tears come to my eyes, but I hold them back. I’m not sad. I’m so happy.
His fingers glide down my body until they ease along my butt crack and wiggle between my folds. “Don’t let my come leak out of you, Rebekah. Keep it inside.”
I nod as my body shakes.
He languidly plays with my entrance. I think he’s trying to push his seed back into me as it seeps out. Suddenly, he removes his fingers and brings them to my lips. He paints my mouth with his semen.
“Taste our come, sweetheart.”
I start to lick my lips where he’s covered them. As soon as I open my mouth, though, he pushes his fingers inside. “Suck.”
It seems perfectly natural for me to clean his essence off my fingers. Calming. As if having his fingers in my mouth is almost as good as having his cock in my pussy. His taste is salty. It smells of him. I like it.
When his fingers pop free, I whimper and twist my neck to look at him. “More.”
He kisses me before reaching between my tightly pressed thighs to gather more of his essence, offering it to me seconds later.
I moan as I eagerly suckle.
Adam looks into my eyes, his expression serious. “You like that, sweetheart? You like sucking my come clean?”
I might orgasm again from his filthy words alone. My clit is pulsing between my squeezed thighs. Every time he touches me, I get another jolt of pleasure.
While he holds my gaze, he removes his two fingers and drags the wetness over my breast, along my hip, and between my crack. When he gets to my pussy, he pushes them slowly into me this time, deep. So deep…
My eyes roll back as I groan.
His fingers return to my lips. “Suck,” he demands again.
I do.
“Fuck, that’s sexy. I think you need something else to suck on.” I’m not sure what he means as he climbs over me and stretches out on his side, facing me. “Slide down my body, sweetheart. Line your mouth up with my cock.”
Unfolding my legs, I glance down at the mess we’ve made. My inner thighs are soaked.
“Leave it. I’ll clean you up later. We need more sleep. Let my come dry on your thighs.” He reaches for my arm and guides me farther down his body until my face is an inch from his gorgeous shaft. It’s still hard and bobs toward me as if it knows how close I am.
Instinctively, I reach out with my tongue and flick the head.
“That’s my good girl. Take it in your mouth, sweetheart.”
I glance up at him. He mentioned me taking him into my mouth on our wedding night. The idea startled me then, and it still does now.
He strokes the back of my head and smiles. “You like being filled with me, don’t you, Rebekah?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yes. It makes me feel connected to you. Is that weird?”
“Not at all. It’s perfectly natural. Take my cock in between your lips. You can suckle as you go back to sleep.”
My heart races as I process the idea. It seems taboo and so dirty. I love it. I want him inside me anyway I can get him.
Snuggling up closer to his warmth, I wiggle my top leg between his, wrap my arm around his hip, and open my mouth wide. He’s so big, but I easily draw in several inches.
A strange peace settles over me as I gently suckle him. His flavor fills my mouth and nose. It’s like a soothing balm. It lulls me to sleep.