Page 3 of Leviticus
“So you’re going to get married and you can never come back to the club?” Mark asked. I could tell he wanted to ask more, but unlike Brad, he was restraining himself.
“It’s complicated, but, no, I don’t think I will be able to return. And truth be told, I will need to focus on my new wife for a little while,” I explained.
“Lucky woman,” Lorraine teased under her breath.
“It’s not like that,” I protested, feeling the exhaustion hit like a brick wall. Well, it was likely a bit of Dom drop mixed in with just general exhaustion.
“Sure it isn’t,” she wagged her eyebrows suggestively, and I pinned her with a stare that saidknock it off.
“I want you to know just how much I appreciate you taking me in and making me a part of this community. I will miss you all,” I bade them all farewell. I turned away from the group, walking towards the exit when Mark’s voice stopped me.
“Does this mean your brothers won’t be returning either?” Mark asked.
“No, they will still be coming along here and there, but at some point, we will all have to do our duty,” I explained tiredly, turning back to the group.
“Ha, duty,” Brad chuckled, painting himself the perfect picture of an adolescent boy.
“And with that, I’m going to call it a night. Thank you, all, again.” I turned on my heel and walked out of the beautifully decorated center of sin I had called a second home over these past few years and back to my truck. I waited until I could no longer see the discreet, nondescript building before I pulled out my cell-phone and dialed the one person I knew could understand.
“Change your mind yet?” my brother, Malachi, teased on the other end of the line.
“No, and you know I won’t. We made an agreement, all five of us and I will stand by it,” I sighed heavily.
“I call bullshit,” he scoffed. I could hear the lighter ignite as he likely lit one of his cigars.
“Malachi,” I chastised, not interested in this fight.
“Hey, think of it this way! By this time next week, you’ll have some pretty little submissive thing at your beck and call, eager to do your bidding. Everything a protocol driven Dom could ever want,” he chuckled with absolutely zero humor.
“Bite me,” I deadpanned, not amused by his words.
“Tempt me and see what happens,” he shot right back.
“Ew, Kai, that’s gross.” I scrunched up my face, fighting the urge to vomit at the thought of my brother biting me. His laugh roared out through the phone.
“Christ, Levi! Loosen up. It’s not like you’re going to be chained to some broad — oh wait. Yes you are!” His teasing only escalated and I rolled my eyes, pulling into my driveway to see two of my brothers’ vehicles parked there. From the looks of it, a few of them had carpooled together. “I see you all gathered for the occasion,” I added, cutting through his gales of laughter.
“Yeah, someone said something about moral support. I was thinking more like liquid courage, but whatever way you want to take it is fine by me.”
“You’ll have a glass of whiskey in your hand regardless, am I right?” I smirked.
“Already do, brother. See you inside.”
The phone call disconnected as I grabbed my duffle bag of toys and kinky fuckery and made my way into my home with a heavy sigh. I could hear my brothers’ laughter barreling from inside my house before I even turned the doorknob. So much for a relaxing night, winding down after my scene. My last scene. But that wasn’t something I wanted to think about just yet.
“Levi! How good of you to finally join us! So, how many orgasms tonight?” Bartholomew, or Ollie to us brothers, teased. He was the middle child of us brothers and easily the jokester of the group, always ready with a quick quip.
“Ollie, how good of you to make yourself welcome inmyhome,” I scoffed, setting my duffle down in the entryway.
“Of course! What kind of brothers would we be if we didn’t throw you a bachelor party!” Ollie shouted excitedly as we walked through the hallway towards the back of the house and into the kitchen where my other three brothers were gathered.
“Some bachelor’s party,” Malachi scoffed quietly from the bay window facing the back yard, looking out into the dark night as he nursed his drink. Ezekiel sat at the table awkwardly, almost uncomfortably, yet equally as quiet as Malachi.
“Pull up a chair, my man,” Gideon, my youngest brother, said with a wide grin, sliding a beer my way.
“You all do know that this is my house, right?” I chuckled, picking up the pale ale and taking a long swig. The bubbling carbonation and subdued hoppy flavor hit the back of my tongue and I let it wash away my thoughts. I wasn’t upset; not with them. I was just not thrilled with what the end of the week would bring. Or, more importantly, what it would take from me.
“We do, and you know that we wouldn’t be anywhere else tonight,” Zeke mumbled from his seat across the table. His eyes found mine, lifting only enough from his hunched over posture to make sure I had heard him before he curled back in on his own beer. Zeke wasn’t like the rest of us. He was… well, he was always just a little different. A little more reserved, a little less social in ways that didn’t always make sense to the rest of us.
