Page 105 of Ezekiel
I quickly grabbed a shirt and a pair of slacks from the closet, glancing at the time again. I needed to get to the church or face my father’s anger again. I didn’t want to push him any further than had already been done.
“What do you mean? For a father to speak to his son like that, foranyoneto speak to another person like that — it’s, it’s….” she stammered.
“It’s asinine, I know. But there is nothing we can do about it right now,” I tried to reason with her, shucking off my robe and throwing the button-up shirt over my shoulders.
“Why not?” she protested.
“Because we can’t. My father is not a man you want to cross, Talia,” I explained, watching as a look crossed her face that I couldn’t quite place. “I know that he’s barbaric. He’s dangerous. But if we act first instead of thinking things through, it will only make things worse.”
“Zeke, what worse could happen? You blow up at him and he retaliates and we can just leave. We can get far away from here and never look back,” she pushed. I paused buttoning my shirt to look her in the eye.
“Talia, we agreed. We have a plan in place, one my brothers and I put into place before we were even married. But things changed. Now we have this new information and… we just can’t go off the deep end and act recklessly. You were taken from your birth parents, stolen. We don’t know who did it. Even though we don’t know why, we have to be smart here. We need to get more information,” I tried like hell to reason with her.
“Why?” she demanded, throwing an arm in the air exasperatedly.
“Because it’s important!” I countered. “You deserve to be reunited with your parents. You deserve to find out about what happened to you.”
“Not at the expense of your safety, Zeke,” she fought back.
“I’m perfectly safe as long as I don’t cross my father, or really anyone in Zion. Don’t worry about me. Plus, there is so much more to it than that. For all we know, there could have been others. What if they took another child? Don’t they also deserve to know? Or should we just leave them here to fend for themselves in Zion? Did you think about that?” I knew I was being harsh. I wasn’t trying to be, but the emotions and adrenaline were still coursing thickly through my veins after my father’s abrupt and near violent visit.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” she stated slowly, her eyes lowering to the floor.
“Talia, I swear, I’m not trying to be harsh. I’m not trying to be difficult. We just need to be smart about all of this,” I spoke softly, choosing calm over the anxiety and frustration that was still swirling around in my gut. I walked to her, rubbing my hands up and down her bare arms soothingly.
“I just want to leave,” she spoke so softly I could barely hear her, her eyes still trained on the floor.
“I know you do, my love. I do, too. We all do. But at the end of the day, there is doing what we want to do for our own reasons, and there is doing what is right in the long run. Right?” With a finger to her chin, I lifted until her eyes finally raised and met my own.
“I know you’re right, but…” she trailed off quietly.
“But it’s hard,” I agreed, giving her a small smile.
“It’s so hard,” she agreed, almost whining.
“So hard,” I repeated, chuckling at the adorable look on her face. “Now, Mrs. Temple, go get dressed, so I’m not even later for work,” I teased her.
“Why would you be even later if I don’t get dressed?” she asked, her eyebrow arched up in confusion.
“Because it’s impossible to leave the house when my exquisite wife is up here stark naked. I would rather be touching every inch of your body and making you cry out my name than going to this stupid meeting,” I teased her. She gave me a saucy wink as she sauntered her way to the closet to get dressed.
The little minx dropped the sheet halfway to the closet, showing off her delectably curvy ass as she shook her hips.
“Woman, you are going to be the death of me,” I groaned, palming my cock through my slacks as she bent over to pick up something from the floor. I wasn’t paying attention to that, though. No, the curves of her body had me entirely mesmerized. Curves I wanted to be buried in right this very moment. It would settle my nerves. It would fix my aching, dripping cock, as well.
“But what a way to go,” she teased, shooting me a wink from over her shoulder.
With a shake of my head, I pulled her to me roughly until she tumbled into my arms. I kissed her soundly. Her gasp and then the resulting moan of need muted by my lips on hers.
“I will see you this evening, my love,” I whispered against her soft lips.
“I will have supper ready for you, dear,” she replied, neither of us moving away from one another just yet. Christ, she was like a siren, calling me to her, calling me to never leave.
“I do love you, you know,” she called as I walked towards the bedroom door.
“I know. And I love you, too. So very, very much,” I reassured her, blowing her a kiss in a sappy gesture. I didn’t care if it was sappy. It felt needed in that moment.
Finally, I headed down the stairs and out the front door to my car, making sure I secured the lock before I left. It pained me to leave her here, to not be with her during the day while she dealt with her trauma. What if she had another flashback? What if she decided to take a nap and woke up with another night terror with no one there to comfort her?
