Abel's Obsession

by Lynn Burke

  My slow smile melted some of the nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Got it.”

  “And if you turn into a freakish serial killer wanna be, I will so kick your ass from here to Lancaster.”

  I grinned. “Got that as well.”

  A brilliant smile accompanied her moving back and swinging the door wide, her knee-length skirt swished around her bare legs. “Then come on in.”

  A thin pink camisole allowed an indecent amount of cleavage and brazen display of the hard nubs I had dreamed of tugging with my teeth. Swallowing a rush of saliva, I stepped past her, breathing in the scent of baked chicken and the flowery scent wafting off her body.

  “Hope you’re hungry,” she said, closing the door behind me.

  “I am.”

  A half-smile appeared. “I’ll bet working on a farm all day creates quite an appetite.”

  I followed her into the kitchen, my gaze on her flexing, shapely calves and bare feet. “It does.”

  Dani grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and poured two glasses of wine while I stared at her backside. “Wine?” She turned, handed one to me, a question in her eye.

  Sure she’d caught me staring, my face heated. “I’ve never tried it before.”

  “It’s a mild white. My favorite with chicken dishes. Here.” She pushed the glass toward me. “Give it a try.”

  Unlike Jesus and his handling of the temptation in the desert, I gave in without hesitation. Our fingers brushed, sending desire straight to my groin. Dani’s lips parted as she inhaled.

  She touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip. “Have you ever considered cutting your hair, or would that get you excommunicated?”

  I ran my free hand through the long strands. “I cut it once when I was sixteen.”

  “You would look so damn hot with your hair short. Well, hotter than you already are—if that’s even possible.” Stepping forward, Dani’s fingers followed the path mine had taken, flames licked at my face as I froze in place, hand clutching the stem of the dainty glass she’d given me.

  “No one has ever called me that before.”

  “Hot?” Her brow rose. “Your Amish women are blind as bats, then.” Her fingernails scraped against my scalp, and I closed my eyes against the desire to drop the glass and pull her against me.

  She lifted the hair up and off of my ears. “I swear I know you … damn it, I wish I could figure out where I’ve seen you before!”

  My smile felt crooked, but I held to my silence as I always did whenever she brought the topic up.

  “Why don’t you have a seat?” Her hands dropped from my hair. “I just need to dish up the potatoes.”

  I sat at the small, square table she had set with rose-patterned plates and silverware, adjusting my hard-on. Sniffing the wine didn’t turn up my nose, so I tried a quick sip. “Mmm. That’s not too bad.”

  “I’d never lie to you, Abel Beiler.” She shot me a radiant smile over her shoulder.

  “You’re awfully fond of saying my full name.”

  “Because it’s sexy as hell.” With a wink, she turned back to finish with the potatoes.

  Gott, if she only knew what I thought about her. I imagined dropping to my knees behind her and lifting her skirt. Bending her over the counter and spreading her legs wide so I could lick from her clit to her puckered hole and back again.

  I cleared my throat. “Dinner smells great,” I said before taking a deep swallow of wine.

  “I made my gram’s baked chicken with mashed potatoes. ‘Course, with you being Amish, I probably should have cooked up something a little less traditional. You’re probably sick of meat and potatoes.”

  “I love baked chicken.”

  “Good. Cuz that’s what you’re getting.” Dani laughed while setting the dishes on the table. She grabbed her glass of wine off the counter and half-danced back to the table to sit down across from me. “So.” Her eyes twinkled at me as she held up her glass. “Cheers.”

  I clinked my glass against hers and we held each other’s gazes while sipping.

  “Help yourself,” she said, putting her wine on the table and motioning to the platter with the chicken.

  We dished up our plates in silence, a few stolen glances across the table.

  The first bite melted in my mouth, hints of lemon and rosemary accompanying the tender chicken. “This is really gut.”

  “Thanks.” Pink tinged Dani’s cheeks and we ate a few moments in silence. “Do you mind the music? If it’s bothering you, I can always turn it off.”

  “Actually, I’d forgotten about it.” And, I had. With the gut food and beautiful woman … the music helped to create a little cocoon of warmth around us. I had never been so comfortable in my life—except for the thick ridge in my pants. “I never thought six years ago that I’d be sitting across a table from you like this.”

  A furrow lined her brow, but her smile widened. “Six years? So, we have met before.”

  Shit.

  I hadn’t meant to let my secret fly, but felt confident in our friendship to admit it. Perhaps having the truth about my obsession brought to light would decide the night for me—so I wouldn’t have to make any choices for myself. “Not met, exactly.”

  “Okay.” Dani put down her fork and grabbed her wine, leaning forward onto the table. “Spill.”

  I pursed my lips and heaved a sigh, hoping like hell she wouldn’t think I was a whacked-out stalker. “Six years ago, I was on the way to Gmay—”

  “Sunday worship, right?”

  I grinned. “Gut memory.”

  She winked and sipped her wine.

  “It was my first day of Rumspringa and I had just gotten a buggy. I followed along with my sister behind my parents and other siblings in the family buggy. We came to a four-way stop sign, and a red convertible came over the hill toward us.”

  Brow furrowed, she studied my face as I waited for the memory to click into place. “Your hair was shorter then, wasn’t it?”

  “It was,” I said with a nod and held my breath.

  She let out a huff of laughter and sat back. “Oh, my God! I totally remember! You stared at me as we went through the intersection.”

  My breath left in a rush. “You stared right back.”

  “Damn right I did. Couldn’t help myself, you were so damn hot. Even then, I felt as if I’d known you somehow.”

  “Same here.”

  We stared again, our half-empty plates seemingly forgotten as our shared smiles dissolved.

  “Did you dream about me?” she asked, her gaze dropping to my mouth, fingertip rubbing the rim of her wine glass.

  “Every night for the last six years.” The confession came out unheeded in a rush.

  “I dreamed about the Amish boy with the blue bedroom eyes for months.” She lifted her focus back to my eyes. “You slew me with a single look, and I caught shit over it for weeks from the three girls in the car I gushed to the rest of that day.”

  Complete freedom, she’d said before inviting me in. That called for complete honesty as well. “The first time I saw you was the first time I gave thought to what I might find outside of my parent’s world.”

  “Why didn’t you go find out?”

  “I’ll confess a secret sin … I’ve always prided myself on my self-control.”

  “You’re an oak.” Dani smiled and sipped her wine. “I’ll attest to that fact.”

  I half-laughed. “Hardly, but at that point in my life, I strove to stand strong.”

  “So what made you decide to get baptized into the church?”

  “I loved my parents more than anything. We had a close relationship, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.”

  “You chose what they wanted for you rather than what you wanted.”

  “At the time, it was an easy choice to make.”

  She sat back, placing her wine on the table and picking up her fork to spear another bite of chicken. “And are you happy with the decision you made all those years ago?”
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br />   “I was until I saw you again.”

  “Why?” She lifted the bite to her mouth, and I watched her lips close over the fork, my mind wading in the mire at the bottom of the slippery slope.

  “Because the second time I saw you, I again gave thought to what life outside would be like.”

  She chewed, our gazes latched as she swallowed. The tip of her tongue touched her top lip again, and I dropped my gaze to watch the pink tip disappear as she bit down on her bottom lip. My body burned, but I didn’t know what to say about or do with my desire to touch her.

  “Let’s dance.”

  “Hmm?” I lifted my head to find her eyes twinkling with laughter.

  “Dance.”

  I glanced around the kitchen and my half-eaten food. “Here?”

  Dani stood and held out her hand. “Not here, silly. In the living room. Come on.”

  I stood, and she slid her small hand into mine. Our fingers entwined as they always did, our palms clasped as though they belonged together.

  Fanciful notions, I had often told myself while talking through the fence boards, but my heart had begun to believe the sentiment.

  The music was a little louder in the living room, but not overwhelming. Dani spun, dropped my hand, and lay her forearms on my shoulders, her fingers brushing the hair at my neck. “Put your hands on my waist,” she whispered, stepping closer to me.

  I rested my hands on the flare of her hips, painfully hard and knowing she must be aware as she brushed against me.

  “You’ve never danced before, have you?” Her voice came out low and sultry.

  My heart raced. “No.”

  “Move with the music like this.” Her body swayed with the beat, and I began moving with her, the slight gap between our bodies closing until she rested fully against me, her head resting against my chest. My knees shook a little, my palms sweated against her skirt.

  One song ended and another began, but we continued to sway without hesitation or words. Sweat beaded on my brow as pre-cum leaked from my cock. I closed my eyes and breathed in her flowery scent, thinking that the previous three weeks were nothing more than a dream of what my body wanted.

  “For never having danced before, you sure know how to hold a woman,” Dani said when the second song ended, pulling me from the thoughts I had of thrusting deep into her wet heat.

  “Th-thanks.” My face heated at my stutter, but my body rode the edge of sexual madness.

  Dani lifted her head from my chest and leaned back to look me in the face. “Have you ever kissed a woman?”

  “N-no.”

  “Do you want to?”

  If she only knew what all I wanted to do.

  I hadn’t realized we stopped moving until she placed a hand on my cheek. “You’re here by your own choice, aren’t you?”

  Unable to find my voice, I nodded.

  “I want nothing more than to corrupt your world, Abel Beiler, but if you’d rather just be friends, I’ll be patient until you change your mind.”

  The moment had arrived—the one where I had to make a choice that could alter my life, my faith, the marrow of who I was. Every cell in my body cried out for Dani—to touch and taste.

  I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers.

  Gott, the softness, the ripe, sweet flesh moving against mine…

  A groan came up my throat, and I found one arm banding around her back, the other fingers tangling in her hair.

  Dani melted against me, turning her head to the side, and our mouths fused together perfectly.

  Heaven, I thought past the heartbeat thumping in my ears.

  Her tongue flicked out to lick my bottom lip, seizing my balls up tight against my body. I mimicked the action, and she slid her tongue along mine, gently sucking mine into her mouth.

  Every muscle in my body trembled, and I felt sure if we didn’t stop, I would have more than just pre-cum slickening my pants. My desire squashed for too long and too aroused to care, I crushed her against my body and slid my lips along her jaw until I reached the pulse in her neck. The rush of want raced through me, and I grazed my teeth on her soft skin. She moaned, tipping her head to the side.

  The desire to bite and suck her neck, leaving marks had my hand fisting in her long hair, the other sliding up her side to brush against the swell of her breast.

  “Mmm.” She leaned back and grasped my wandering hand, bringing it flush up against her. I grazed her neck again with my teeth while palming the softness within my hand. I trailed my fingers down over her camisole until I brushed against her hard nipples.

  Gasping, she arched her back. I wanted to pinch. Hard. But I grasped her nipples between two fingers and lightly tugged until she squirmed in my hold.

  “Holy shit, Abel,” she moaned again. “No way in hell you’ve never made out with a woman before.”

  “Never, but I’ve dreamed of doing this for a long time.” My voice shook, and Dani pulled back to peer up at me, her cheeks pink.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “More than okay,” I whispered, cradling her breast again. “This … this is…”

  She stepped back and pulled her thin top up and over her head. It fluttered to the floor as I stared at her chest. Perfect pale globes, dark, hard nipples straining toward me.

  “Touch me, Abel,” she whispered, reaching for my hand and bringing it back up to cup her fullness. Her nipple poked into my palm, and I found myself once more moving without thought, leaning down to draw her into my mouth.

  “Oh, God.” She gripped my hair and held me in place as I suckled, nibbled, and flicked her hard nubs exactly as I had dreamed of doing since Eli had told me years earlier a woman liked to be touched. I grasped both breasts and pushed them together, easily fitting both nipples between my teeth. She seemed to like the nibbling, so I bit down harder while running my tongue along the tips inside of my mouth.

  “Oh … oh God,” she moaned, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “S-stop. Please.”

  I released my hold on her flesh as she pulled me away from her breasts. I stood to my full height again, my brow furrowing. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. I just don’t want to come yet.”

  “I’m sorry. I just want to put my mark on you somehow—in every way,” I barreled on without giving myself time to process what she had said. “And I don’t know how much is too much, or what I ought—”

  Dani placed two fingers over my mouth, the green of her eyes nearly overrun by the blackness of her pupil. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  Gott, that smile. I wanted to devour her whole until she became a part of me, fused to my soul.

  Her hands moved down over my stomach, over my waistband, and slid along my hard length, tensing every muscle in my body. “My turn.” She stared at my parted lips, and I tried like hell not to spasm as she squeezed.

  “Ach jah … gut Gott.”

  “Do you like having my hands on you?”

  “Y-yes.” I clenched my eyes shut as she reached inside my trousers and gripped me in her warm hand.

  “Too much?” she whispered.

  “No. Yes.” I shook my head, and she squeezed. “Oh, fuck.”

  “God, I love how you said that,” she murmured in her sultry voice, her hand gliding easily up and down my length thanks to the amount of leaking I couldn’t hold back. “I want to taste you.”

  My thumping heart sputtered and stopped.

  It kicked back into high gear as she slid my suspenders off my shoulders to dangle against my thighs. She fumbled a moment with my trousers, and my fingers reached in to undo the hidden clasp without conscious thought from my brain.

  Smiling up at me with her green eyes, she sank down to her knees.

  The sight of many of my wet dreams.

  My breath hitched as she pulled my trousers down to my knees, freeing my throbbing cock. One hand wrapped around my shaft and slid down, the other cradled my balls.

  “Fuck,” I gasped the word, and my fingers found her hai
r on their own, twining in her curls. I pulled her toward me, and her plump lips closed over the mushroom-like head. “Oh, sh-shit.”

  Her tongue swirled around me, and I fought to remain upright as she took me in until my cock slid along the back of her throat. She hummed what sounded like enjoyment and swallowed me deeper until her lips brushed against my groin. Her fluttering tongue flicked along the underside of my cock, and I didn’t give a shit about the filthy sin I committed by violating her mouth. I would soak in every second, every memory an imprint on my brain for later.

  Trembling, I stared down at her, my fingers holding onto her hair with a white-knuckled grip, wanting nothing more than to worship her forever.

  “That feels so gut,” I heard myself groan. “I—I can’t even explain…”

  She backed off, her teeth scraping against me, gaze lifting to meet mine. Dani had somehow latched her soul to mine. There was no other way to explain the desire and rightness in that moment.

  She stilled, her lips wrapped around me, peering up at me as though waiting.

  A nudge to the back of her head with my fist, and she moved forward to meet the slow thrust of my hips. My cock disappeared from sight in the most erotic image I had ever seen. Fantasies didn’t compare to flesh and blood, warmth and wetness of her mouth as she continued to suck me.

  Familiar tingles crept up my legs, and I tugged on Dani’s hair to make her stop.

  She took me deep, swallowing, her hand gripping my balls.

  “I’m going to come, Dani, please.” I gasped, tugging on her hair, fighting like mad to keep from ejaculating in her mouth.

  Her throat clenched around me as she swallowed again.

  “Oh, fuck.” The words ripped from me as I backed off and thrust hard into her mouth, exploding like I never had before. My vision hazed as my orgasm rippled through me, spurt after spurt emptying down her throat with each thrust of my hips. “Ach jah. Fuck, Red.”

  Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes, body trembling and weak, and peered down at Dani. Her mascara had run from a corner of her eye in two tear tracks.

  “Shit.” I released my hold on her hair and yanked her up against me. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.” Clasping her head against my chest, I kissed her hair. “I don’t know what came over me. Damn it all to hell!”