Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free

asked as she carefully placed handfuls of potatoes in the big stew pot.
    “Well, you need to look for a godly man,” her mother began. “Pastor David gave the best talk at our bible study on being a Godly couple. He said a couple needs to follow how love is described in the Bible in 1 Corinthians 13. A man must be patient and kind, as it says love is.”
    “Like Marshall?” Hanna had always believed her stepfather to be both of those things—until last night, anyway.
    His angry words had echoed through her head as she rolled around in her bed, trying to get to sleep. She’d thought of them again as the sun came up and her alarm went off. She couldn’t imagine her life without Marshall. He was the only father she’d ever known—her biological dad had died when she was very young, too little to even remember him—and the thought of losing Marshall, too, brought a lump to her throat.
    “Yes, like my Marshall. He does his best to be Godly.” Her mother sounded so pious, like she was talking about her naughty little boy who tried hard to be good. It was demeaning, even angering to Hanna. Did her mother really believe Marshall was a bad or unholy man? “He does his best to protect us, and he’s not proud or boastful, not easily angered. You’d be very fortunate to find a man like him.”
    Did her mother feel fortunate, though? She clearly wasn’t showing Marshall that she felt fortunate. Aside from whatever was happening in the bedroom—and that was none of Hanna’s business—every other phrase out of Hanna’s mother’s mouth was about Pastor David. And wasn’t a wife supposed to follow her husband? If Marshall had a job opportunity in California, why was her mother following Pastor David’s advice, rather than supporting her husband? It didn’t make sense.

    Hanna dog-eared the Christian novel her mother had loaned her—Irene told her daughter she should read it for inspiration to act like a proper Christian woman—and put it aside on her bed. Something had disturbed her, besides the protagonist in her book, who talked about God’s will almost as much as her mother—a noise. A low sound. The wind moaning outside?
    She was supposed to be at church with her mother at women’s bible study, but Hanna had begged off, saying she was having her “woman time.” It wasn’t true, but she just couldn’t face Pastor David’s smug, smiling face. Not today. Her belly was still in a turmoil over her dilemma, and her mind hadn’t caught up with her feelings, after everything she’d seen between Marshall and her mother.
    Marshall had come home from work—she’d heard him come up the stairs. Usually, she would have called out to him, asked how his day was, but she hadn’t. She was still too ashamed of what she’d seen. She could get the image of him out of her mind, his erection in his hand, the look of lust on his face.
    Hanna sat up in bed, listening. The sound came again, louder this time. A low moan. Was Marshall ill? She stood, cocking her head, hearing another muffled moan through the walls. Poor man. He worked so hard. His job as a physical therapist was time consuming, and when he wasn’t working, he spent as much time as he could riding horses. He liked to take Hanna riding with him on the weekends. Irene hated horses and refused to go.
    Hanna had been surprised to hear him home so early. He usually went riding while they were at women’s bible study. But this explained it. He’d come home sick, thinking his wife and daughter at church, when Hanna was here the whole time.
    She went to his door, hesitating a moment before she knocked.
    No one answered. A groan swallowed the light rap of her knuckles on the door, a throaty sound of pure misery. The door wasn’t fully closed and her knock had opened it just a crack. She could see him sitting on the edge of the bed, flannel shirt still on but open, revealing his broad chest, jeans pulled down around the tops of his cowboy boots, the ones her mother