Page 95 of Ezekiel
Now, late in the afternoon, trying to plan this meal was completely stressing me out. The brothers were coming over for dinner, wanting to discuss more about my flashbacks and what it all meant. Unfortunately, I had not prepared well. I had scrounged and rifled through the cabinets, trying to find something to fix that would feed the lot of them, but my mind kept pulling me back to this morning and the way Zeke had slid inside of me, holding me close and whispering sweet words against my lips.
With a pot of soup finally cooking on the stovetop, I had hastily cleaned the house and prepared myself for company. Zeke had not made that any easier, joining me in the shower for another romp. Sex in the shower was much more difficult than the romantic notion I had fantasized about in my head. It was slick, and we had almost killed ourselves, slipping and falling not once, but twice as he fucked me against the shower wall.
“Mmm, delicious,” Zeke murmured, coming up behind me as I stirred the soup for the tenth time in the last ten minutes. I was anxious at the prospect of having everyone here.
“It smells good, doesn’t it?” I agreed with him, his hands wrapping around my waist and pulling me snug against his chest.
“Yes, you do,” he murmured in a rich tone that made me want to cancel this whole damn thing and go back to bed with my sexy husband.
“We do not have time to have another round ofthatright now, Mister,” I snickered, batting away his wandering hands as they moved over my breasts. “Your brothers will be here any minute.”
“That means I have a solid sixty seconds to grope my insanely sexy wife,” he protested, one hand traveling down my body towards my sex.
“Ezekiel Temple! You are incorrigible!” I chastised him with a chuckle.
“You love it. Don’t even try to say you don’t,” he countered, his hands pulling up my skirt so he could touch me further. God, I wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers slip inside my panties and make me scream his name again, but —
The sound of the doorbell cut my thoughts short. I felt him sag against me, pouting like a child whose fun had gotten ruined.
“Stupid brothers,” he muttered, sauntering to the door to let our guests in. I chuckled to myself at his antics as I stirred the pot of soup one last time and righted my now slightly wrinkled clothing. The man truly was incorrigible. In the most delightful way.
“Something smells good!” Ollie called as he walked into the kitchen and immediately made his way to the pot of soup. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”
“You’re ridiculous,” Delilah chastened him, rolling her eyes. “Though it really does smell good, Talia.”
“Thanks. Nothing special. Just a big pot of vegetable soup. We had several to choose from in the pantry and I thought it would make a good meal today. It’s been cold!” I replied.
“Cold as fucking balls!” Ollie agreed heartily. I turned to see him standing there, spoon in hand, ready for a taste.
“You can wait until I serve dinner.” I shot him a look that meant business.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, looking like a scolded puppy. He was one of a kind, that Ollie.
“Stop being a pussy, Ollie,” Malachi grumbled as he took a seat at the table. “It’s not that cold. It’s March, for Christ’s sake!”
“Still cold as fuck, bro,” Ollie tossed back, taking the seat next to him. Zeke and Levi brought the spare chairs to the table and pulled out the leaf, extending it to fit all of us. I pulled down dishes, passing them to Gideon, who was silently offering his help. He was a quiet one most of the time, and probably the brother I had interacted with least in my short time in this family. Still, he was as kind and helpful as any of them were. Even Malachi, though his help was a different sort. He helped Zeke more than I think any of the other brothers knew.
“How are you doing?” Ruth asked quietly as she grabbed a handful of spoons from the drawer.
“Much better,” I said with a genuine smile.
“Oh?” she asked.
“Let’s just say Delilah’s suggestion was definitely helpful,” I replied with a wink.
“Talia, you saucy minx,” she teased, nudging my shoulder with her own as we made our way to the table. Unlike the last time we all were together for a meal, Levi did not start in right away with his questions. Dinner was a happy affair, everyone enjoying the soup and sharing jokes and stories as we ate.
“Now that we’ve finished dinner, would it be alright if I asked you a few questions, Talia?” Levi asked. There it was.
“Sure, Levi. Just let me get the dishes gathered and you can ask me whatever you want,” I answered honestly, standing to clear the table.
“Let us do that, Talia. You cooked and served the food. It’s only fitting that we clean up,” Gideon spoke up from his spot at the table.
“Really?” I asked with no small amount of surprise.
“Unlike these heathens, I’m not afraid to clean some dishes,” he teased, shooting a look at his brothers.
“Hey, now! I clean plenty of dishes,” Ollie protested loudly.
