More Than She Bargained For
by Ginger Leigh
An hour after he’d helped Rebecca out of her bath Jarrod put his work away, blew out the lamps downstairs, and made his way to the bedroom. There was a light in the hallway but when he opened his bedroom door, all was dark in there. He smiled to himself.
She’s still concerned about modesty.
He lit the lamp next to the bed expecting to find Rebecca there waiting for him. The bed was empty. He looked around the room. She wasn’t there. He looked in the bathing room. No Rebecca. He noticed her new hairbrush and mirror still on the table next to the tub. He picked those up and placed them back in the master bedroom on the dresser before he continued this unwanted game of hide and seek.
He found her in the guest bedroom. The light from the hall illuminated her form when he opened the door wide. She was lying on her side on the far side of the bed looking away from the door. She had pulled up the covers to cover everything except the top half of her head.
“Oh, no you don’t, Rebecca,” he quietly said as he walked around the bed. He pulled a chair close, sat down and leaned in toward her.
“Rebecca,” he called. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Rebecca groaned a little groan and wrinkled her brow.
Jarrod smiled; the cute sound and face was like something a little girl would do. He leaned in closer and spoke close to her ear, “Rebecca.”
She shrugged her shoulders up toward her ears.
He leaned in again, this time he suckled her earlobe. The sensation of wetness and hot air in her ear caused Rebecca’s eyes to fly open. He leaned back in the chair and smiled at her. She stared at him, wide-eyed.
“There you are, my love. Time to come to bed.”
Rebecca did not move, except to pull the covers closer up toward her neck.
“But I am in bed. Why did you wake me? What time it is?”
“You are in the wrong bed. I woke you so you could get into our bed. The time? Time for us to get to know one another . . . well.”
“But . . . but I’m not ready, Jarrod. And, I’m . . . I’m tired. Can’t we just wait?”
“Actually, darling, you have had a two hour nap. You should be well rested for what comes next. There is no need to wait any longer. Come along.”
Jarrod stood and moved the chair back to where he got it from and left the room.
Rebecca started to panic. She had toyed with men since she was about 15 years old; they buzzed around her like honey bees around a flower. She now realized she had had no idea what she was doing; she really knew nothing about – sex. Now she was married, Jarrod was her husband. He wanted to have her in his bed. What did that mean, really? Now she missed the mother who died when she was very young more than ever. Her governess had tried to explain the marriage act, but she made it seem so . . . mechanical and unfeeling. If that was the case, why was her heart racing and why did she feel all funny . . . down there.
Maybe if I pretend I’ve drifted off to sleep again, when he comes back to check on me he’ll feel sorry for me and let me sleep.
Rebecca snuggled back under the covers and closed her eyes.
Maybe he’ll get tired of waiting for me and just go on to sleep himself.
Rebecca gasped when the covers were jerked off her. She never heard him re-enter the room.
“You don’t listen, or mind, very well, do you, Rebecca?”
“I . . . I . . . OH!” she exclaimed when he reached under her knees and shoulders and picked her up.
Her arms flew around his neck to hold on as he turned from the bed and walked briskly out the door of the guest room, down the hall and into the master bedroom. He was still fully clothed and his shoes sounded smartly on the wooden floor. Rebecca was afraid of him all of a sudden, was he going to rape her? At the moment, she felt like that might be a real possibility.
Regret settled over her heart. Regret that she had naively picked this man out like he was some pretty bobble in a fancy store. She had been so smugly satisfied when she had gotten her way, but it was becoming obvious that she had been playing with fire, and now, she was going to get burned.
