For those of you who are unaware, Duck Dynasty is a highly popular reality show on A&E based on a family in Louisiana. They are characterized as rednecks, hunt as a way of life, fun loving, and trouble finding family. They're also God-Fearing, Christian people who pray at the end of every episode and give thanks to God for their many blessings in life. For this, the network and the family have been reportedly under heat from many groups opposing to the "forced celebration of Christian values to the public.""Have I told you how much I love you today?" Jacob's hand traveled down my bare back, sending another round of lust swimming through my already sated body. The pair of us lay nude in our bed, enjoying the quiet of the night in each other's arms. I lived for moments like this.


Chapter Four

"Have I told you how much I love you today?" Jacob's hand traveled down my bare back, sending another round of lust swimming through my already sated body. The pair of us lay nude in our bed, enjoying the quiet of the night in each other's arms. I lived for moments like this.

"I think you showed me how much you loved me," I said with a slight stretch, enjoying the way my overheated muscles crooned in happiness and contentment. Jake laughed, pulling me closer into him. My head rested onto his chest and I kissed the smooth, taut skin there. For a thirty five year old man, my husband had maintained his Adonis-like physique he'd obtained in military boot camp when he was eighteen. I was a lucky girl, I could admit. He never failed to raise my desire to a boiling point.

"Did you see the news today?" His tone turned somber and I internally groaned. I wondered when he'd bring it up.

"Didn't have to. I saw it all over Facebook."

"I knew it was going to come down to this. Our culture has been heading this way for a while now."

"Maybe A&E had a point?" Jake sat up from bed, the covers falling off of his chest, glaring at me. "Hold up, cowboy. I'm not saying that I agree with why they banned Phil. I'm just saying that they have a right to decide how to run their own program."

"Bella, it's not about that. It's about the inequality of freedom of speech. It's been evident for a while now that speaking out against social norms leads to ostracization and persecution by the leftist media."

I sighed, knowing that I had to settle in for a long and heated debate.

"Some of the stuff he said was pretty tasteless, to be honest, Jake. Did you read the article?"

"Yes, I did. I didn't see anything that I didn't agree with."

"Maybe, but that's you. Others were probably offended."

Jake got up from the bed and slammed his boxers back over his bare ass. I couldn't help but ogling him, even with the tension rolling off his shoulders.

"I've been offended plenty of times by what's put on TV and radio. The fact that I heard my seven year old son singing about how chains and whips excite him wasn't something I got over quickly." I snorted, remembering how livid Jake had been at hearing one of our kids reciting the Rhianna song. We decided to limit their music at that time, much to the dismay of our offspring once they got a little older. Jake glared at me again but I saw the twitch of his mouth. Once we'd both calmed down, we couldn't help but laugh at the way Liam had been shaking his hips as he sung it. It'd been cute until he got to the part about the smell of sex.

Yeah, not so hot out of the mouths of babes.

"Jacob, come here." I sat up on the edge of the bed, letting the bed sheets fall off my upper body. I saw my husband's eyes darken and take a step closer to me, my goal achieved. I took his hand and drew him toward the edge of the bed. "I love how passionate you are about your beliefs; how in tune you are with the man you want to be. It makes you incredibly sexy."

After a while, we both came up for air. Holding my husband once again, I felt my mind begin to drift off into the beginnings of sleep, the gentle brush of his fingertips along my upper arm lulling me further.

"I want you to make me a promise," he said, pulling me out of my fog. I looked up at him to see him watching me intently. "If anything . . . happens . . . to where I can't be there . . . "

"Jake, stop."

"No, listen. This is important. There's writing on the wall, Bella. I'm scared for our security."

"Baby, what happens will happen. We can't change it."

"No, but we can be prepared. Listen, there's a buddy of mine from my Marine days. Edward Masen. He owns a cabin up in Okanogan-Wenatchee."

"Is he one of those dooms dayers?" I asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't even crack a smile. I frowned at the seriousness of his expression.

"I just want you to know he's offered it up to me, to us, if something were to happen and we needed a place to go."