Page 102 of Bartholomew
“Will all of you just shut the hell up?” Zeke yelled from his place at the table, slamming his hands down loudly enough that several of us jumped in surprise.
“You okay there, Zeke?” Malachi asked, the tone of his voice completely changing from stubborn ire to concern. The entire table focused on Zeke, sitting there, looking down at his plate and panting in what looked to be frustration.
“Can you all just be quiet and stop bickering for five goddamn minutes?” Zeke muttered quietly. He stood, his chair scraping across the floor as he grabbed his dishes and walked them to the sink, tossing them in with a loud clatter.
“Zeke, I’m sorry man, but this is serious —” Levi began, but Zeke was quick to cut him off.
“Enough, Levi. For one fucking night, enough.” He turned to Delilah, speaking with a much kinder tone. “Thank you for a delicious dinner, as always.”
“Zeke, please don’t feel you have to leave,” Delilah tried, but he soothed her worry with a smile.
“You dickheads need to figure out how to get along enough for us to actually make it to the end of this whole plan. And anyway, it doesn’t matter if Kai gets married right now. I’m the one getting married next, anyway.” His revelation floored every one of us. The front door shut as he left, leaving the rest of us to stare off, dumbfounded. Zeke was the next one to get married? I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I was surprised Mother and Father had found someone to marry him. He had a bit of a reputation in Zion for being odd. Hell, Mother and Father treated him like he was an idiot or something. He wasn’t, but he was a little odd. That was our Zeke, though. He was smart as a whip and a kind man, if anyone would take the time to get to know him.
Quietly, the rest of us picked up, allowing the women some time to chat while we did the dishes. There were about a dozen things we could have talked about, especially after Zeke’s outburst, but it wasn’t going to happen. Sometime along the way, we had all just taken to ignoring the few times they had happened. Even that time came to a close, leaving just Delilah and me there in the silence of our home.
One by one, my brothers left. Levi and Ruth were the last to leave, both Levi and I silently agreeing to give the girls a little more time to talk before calling it a night.
“So, Zeke is getting married,” I muttered, still a little shocked about the news.
“Yeah, a few weeks after Christmas, apparently,” Delilah sighed heavily.
“How do you know that?” I asked, turning to her in surprise.
“He told me when I went to him earlier. He’s pretty stressed about it, but at least he has a month, or more, before his big day. They wanted to get through the Christmas holiday before the nuptials. Not quite as fast tracked as our wedding,” she chuckled.
“What, three days to plan and prepare was fast?” I scoffed sarcastically. I tugged her to me as we walked down the hallway to our bedroom. “But in all seriousness, I can’t believe Zeke is the next to get married,” I whispered.
“Why not?” she asked, her hand on my arm stopping halfway down the hall and turning me towards her.
“I guess I thought Father and Mother would figure out how to coerce Malachi into going through with it by now. Plus, he’s Zeke,” I shrugged.
“And Zeke is a very kind man. I don’t get the issue,” she questioned, which gave me pause.
“I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just… Zeke.” I shrugged, unable to put my thoughts into words. I pulled her into me instead. “But enough about that, honestly making the choice to marry you? That was the best decision I ever made.”
“For me, too,” she agreed, gasping as her back hit the wall. I captured that gasp with my lips on hers. My hand went around her throat lightly, tilting her chin up and positioning her exactly where I wanted her.
“Babygirl, I need you,” I groaned against her full lips. She fucking whimpered into my mouth and, fuck all, if I didn’t want to just consume her. “Daddy needs you,” I growled.
She nearly melted against the wall, making me hold her up with my body pressed tightly against hers, my thigh sliding between hers.
“Grind for me, babygirl. Can you grind against Daddy’s leg?” She immediately obeyed; that wet fucking pussy nearly scorching my thigh through our clothing. “Make that pussy all nice and juicy for me.”
She whined, clutching at me with incessant hands, trying to find purchase on something to anchor her. God, I loved how fast I could get her going; how fast I could get her to drop into headspace.
“Do you want to play, little firefly? Do you want some time with Daddy?” I cooed at her, teasing her as much with my words as I planned to with my fingers, tongue, and cock.
She nodded, those sweet little submissive eyes looking up at me from beneath her lashes. The perfect picture of innocence. Innocence, I knew, was just an act. She was as needy and as sultry as could be. She yearned for our play, just as I did. Nodding emphatically, she begged me with those big blue eyes for more.
“Off to the bedroom, firefly. Prepare yourself. I’ll be right there.” I let her up from the wall, smacking that round ass as she pranced off to the bedroom. I took a moment to collect myself, to squeeze my aching erection, praying I could keep from blowing my load at the first sight of her naked like some teenaged boy.
I walked into the bedroom only a few minutes later to find her sitting on the chaise, having turned it, much like we had it the night with the mirror. She sat, or rather, laid back on it, her legs spread over either side so that she was wide open and spread for me. And completely naked.
“Fuck me, look at that glistening pussy! So wet, so open, so ready for me, aren’t you, firefly?” I teased, tearing my shirt up over my head and tossing it to the counter. My jeans were next, toeing my socks off as well. My hand trailed up her inner thigh, cupping her wet sex.
“So fucking wet, baby,” I groaned, giving her pussy a few soft slaps. She whimpered and thrust her hips up into my hand. “Such a sweet, needy little thing.”
“Please touch me, Daddy,” she begged beautifully.
