Page 33 of Malachi
“We’re not going to tell Levi about the meeting,” I seethed, hissing the words through clenched teeth.
“But you said all of us —”
“For once, that decidedly doesnotmean Leviticus,” I huffed, feeling the anger pool low in my gut as my mind replayed the words spoken between him and Father.
“I think it would be best to get answers from him, Kai—”
“I said no, Ollie. No. Not this time. You get the others and get them here. Call me or text me when you get it figured out. Then we’ll talk. You will all want to hear what I have to say. Be sure of that,” I nearly spat, clicking the button to end the call and slamming the phone down onto the counter. Just as Eden walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning, er — afternoon,” she said, a bit wide eyed as she glanced at the clock. It was true, it was almost noon, and I was as surprised as she was that we had slept in for so long.
“Good afternoon,” I said, hiding my smirk behind my coffee mug as she walked in, all sleepy and mussed. She was perfection. So much so that I reached out a hand, pulling her to me as I set my mug to the side.
“Let’s try that again. Good afternoon,” I repeated, this time against her lips as I pulled her in close, letting our lips just barely touch.
“Ew, no!” she cried out, pulling away from me sharply.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, puzzled by her behavior.
“Morning breath,” she tittered, covering her mouth with her hand even as she spoke.
I rolled my eyes dramatically, grabbing around her waist and yanking her to me until our bodies were pressed together from shoulder to toes.
“You think I give a fairy-lighted fuck about morning breath?” I scoffed a mere moment before pulling her hand away and kissing her soundly on the lips. Lips she kept closed tight, sealed shut.
“Oh, you can do better than that, little bird,” I teased her, leaning back just enough for her eyes to catch mine, to watch her sweet little mouth open wide, just long enough for me to see the glint of lusty desire ignite in the sapphire depths of her eyes. Then I claimed her mouth with my own again, pressing my tongue to the seam of her lips. I pulled her ever closer, my hands splayed wide on the expanse of her back, sliding down over the curve of her ass until I could lift her easily up higher and higher til I could set her firmly on the countertop. Right next to my coffee mug.
“Oh Mala —” she began, but I had found my opening — literally. My lips claimed hers, my fingers threading tightly in her hair as I held her exactly where I wanted her. My tongue slid past her plump lips, tasting her. Morning breath could fuck off. Nothing was going to stop me from kissing this woman this morning. Not after last night. That scene had been hot as fuck, but the conversation we’d had in the tub afterwards? That had been a singularly exquisite moment for me. I knew it did not hold the same weight for her, but for me, it was a cornerstone moment that I would remember for a good long while.
Her tongue met mine with a fervor, tasting, flicking, and teasing me. I pulled her hips down to the edge of the counter, grinding against her as she wrapped her legs around me tightly. Her arms followed suit, wrapping around my neck as her fingers played with the curls of my hair at the nape of my neck. I needed a haircut, but I had half a mind to grow it all the way fucking out if it meant she would tug on it like she was currently doing.
“You taste like sin in the morning,” I groaned against her lips.
“Then come be a sinner with me,” she moaned back, my cock hardening with her sultry, seductive words.
“Oh, little bird, how you tempt me,” I chuckled, tugging her hips closer as our cores ground against one another, seeking that sinful pleasure we both craved.
I pulled away slowly after a moment. The sun was shining today, and we had slept half the day away already. There was work to be done, unfortunately. As much as I wanted to indulge myself in her all day long, that simply couldn’t be. I had responsibilities to see to.
“Make yourself some breakfast. I need to shower and get to work,” I muttered against her lips. I felt her pout before I saw it, wanting to chuckle at her childlike display of disapproval.
“Or, you could have breakfast with me, then join me for a shower together,” she teased, her hands closing in tight fists around the fabric of my t-shirt and holding me there, close to her.
“Don’t tempt me, little bird. I need to get to work,” I teased her, pressing a kiss against her forehead before picking her up and setting her back on the floor. “Enjoy your breakfast.”
I made quick work of showering and getting ready, glancing at the clock with a grimace. Half the day gone and far too many things to do before nightfall. The horses needed to be brushed and fed, the chicken coop needed to be checked for eggs, the truck needed an oil change, and the garden was ripe for the picking. And that was just the start of the list of things I absolutelyhadto get to today. I shook my head, wondering how I was going to get to it all.
I had barely taken a step towards the bedroom door when Eden flew through it, making a mad dash for the bathroom, clothes flying as she disrobed with a purpose.
“What are you doing?” I asked, an eyebrow cocked in question.
“Give me five minutes. Just five, I swear, and I’ll be ready,” she shouted back, the sound of the shower turning on. “Ah! Jeez! Grr!” Her noises came from the bathroom, telling me she had absolutely stepped into the shower without checking the temperature. It could take a minute to warm up, even after I had just had it going. I chuckled loudly at her discomfort.
“I’m heading out,” I called into the bathroom.
“No! Wait! I’m almost done, I swear!” she nearly screamed back, a hand shooting out of the shower to halt me.
“You enjoy your day here at the house,” I attempted to dissuade her.
