A Clean Break (Gay Amish Romance Book 2) by Keira Andrews Read Free Book Online Page B

Perhaps it was common in Filipino women? But no, he’d seen white women swear in movies.
    “Jen, you’re shocking them with your foul mouth.” Aaron laughed from the stove. “I warned you guys. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
    David cleared his throat. “But when you say that, it’s not…literal, right? I’ve heard people say that in movies when they’re frustrated about something.”
    “Exactly!” Jen said. “It’s a lamentation. Well, more like an expression of frustration. It’s not about sex.”
    Sex! Again she said it like it was nothing, and didn’t seem embarrassed at all. David shifted from foot to foot, willing himself not to blush. Isaac’s ears were red, and he tugged at a loose thread at the cuff of the sleeve of his hoodie.
    “Lamentation—nice one.” Aaron whispered loudly, “She went to Stanford, so she likes to use big words when she’s not cussing.”
    Jen grinned. “You bet I do.” She waved at the stools. “Sit, sit. Let’s supervise Aaron.”
    David sat with Isaac on the left and Jen to the right. “So far it all looks good.”
    “And smells good,” Isaac added.
    “Excellent job supervising, boys.” Jen swigged her milk. “Strong work.” She patted David’s back.
    He tried not to flinch at the casual touch. She had a blustery confidence he hadn’t seen in a woman before, and she watched her husband cooking without a shred of embarrassment. Mother would be mortified. When Jen gave him a smile, he realized he was staring, and whipped his gaze back to Aaron.
    “You’ll prepare your masterpiece this weekend?” Aaron added more salt to the pot.
    “Toast with peanut butter?” Jen answered. “That’s right. I make it in both smooth and crunchy. I know—it’s impressive. Or there’s always my famous call to Giovanni’s. Or Little Nepal.” She groaned. “I could murder some lamb curry right now. Hurry up with dinner, beloved.”
    “By the way, I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow.” Aaron’s expression turned grave. “Brace yourself, but I’m bringing home fruit and vegetables.”
    Jen made a hissing sound. “I thought we talked about that.”
    “We did, Doctor Paculba. You know what they say about an apple a day.”
    David wasn’t sure what they said, but he didn’t ask. There were a few moments of silence while they watched Aaron stirring the contents of the huge pot. It smelled of beef, tomatoes, garlic, and herbs David couldn’t place. His stomach growled.
    Isaac smiled nervously at Jen. “I hope we weren’t too noisy while you were sleeping.” After a moment his expression grew horrified. “I mean—not because of—we—uh—we weren’t, um,” he stammered.
    The memory of the heft of Isaac’s cock in his mouth filled David’s mind, and his throat went dry. He couldn’t even dare to look up from his hands where he kept them folded on the counter, his fingers laced together so tightly it hurt. But as Jen laughed, he risked a glance.
    She winked at Isaac. “It’s okay. I know what you meant.”
    “We have got to work on your poker faces,” Aaron added with a chuckle.
    Jen waved dismissively. “But seriously, you could have had the surround sound on full blast and I wouldn’t have heard a thing up there. It was a long-ass night. Multi-car MVA, and—” She grimaced. “Sorry, that’s ER speak. Motor vehicle accident.”
    David tensed. Blood in the snow. White bone jutting out of Mother’s leg .
    Isaac asked quietly, “Were the people all right?”
    “A few of them. One DOA—dead on arrival—and another three in surgery.”
    David tried to push the memories away. Isaac touched his thigh hesitantly, and David gripped his hand. Isaac’s here with me. I didn’t lose him. I’ll keep him safe .
    “I’m sorry—did I say something to upset you?” Jen asked with a frown.
    “No.” David cleared his throat. “My mother and sister got hit by a car in their buggy in December.”
    Red sauce splashed the stove top as Aaron