Page 113 of Sinners' Appetite
“I guess we’ll have to find something else to do,” I laugh, throwing on a pair of sweats and a loose AC/DC t-shirt.
“Maybe we should invite Dean down to watch a movie?” Sammi laughs.
“Why, so you can watch us?”
“Speaking of… Text Malachi. Right fucking now,” she insists, eyeing my phone that’s sitting on the end table.
“And say what exactly?”
“It’s not that complicated. Ask him if he’s okay with you messing around with Dean while he’s not around. That pretty much covers it, doesn’t it?”
“I guess it does…” I reply, grabbing my phone and scrolling for Malachi’s message thread.
After hesitating for a moment, I finally start to type out the message.
I have an important question…
I half expect him not to answer, but after a few long agonizing minutes, he does.
What’s that, baby girl?
So…Dean…is he, off limits to me when you’re not around?
Almost as if he wants me to sit here and squirm, he reads the message and doesn’t reply back for at least ten minutes, causing me to break into nervous sweat.
The second I hear the notification go off, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before opening the message to read his answer.
It’s completely up to you, baby. But—I want videos.
I let out a sigh of relief and turn the phone toward Sammi, holding my hand over my mouth while I keep my eyes on her facial expression as she reads the messages.
“Fuck yeah! See how damn simple that was?” She chuckles, half scolding me again for my overbearing brain.
“Well—I’m not leaving you down here all by yourself. Come up with me. I think he’s in the shop.”
“I think I’ll stay down here. I’m so fucking tired anyway. You go ahead! Get that fucking dick!”
“You know I will,” I reply, shooting her a wink as she heads out.
Once I see her enter the cabin and lock her door, I head toward the shop, hoping to find Dean in there. When I don’t hear anything right away, I holler out to him. With no answer, I decide to walk in a little further, considering the fact that he might be unable to answer or possibly even hurt somewhere under a car.
Just as I come around the side of a car, Dean reaches out and grabs me, lifting me up over his shoulder with me shrieking and kicking my feet. He then carries me to the back of the shop. I haven’t been this far into the building before, but it looks like he’s got his own little den back here, equipped with a TV and everything.
Before I can take in anything else around me, Dean puts me down, grabs my hips and presses his onto mine as his hands wander beneath my shirt.
“I want to taste you, pretty girl…” he moans in a tone of desperation.
“Only if you let me suck your cock first,” I tease with a smirk.
“I have an even better idea.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Keeping his eyes held on mine, he lowers his shorts and sits down on the couch, motioning toward the floor with his index finger. “Strip and crawl to me, baby,” he says, his voice deep and demanding.
He spreads his arms across the back of the couch, eyeing me up and down like I’m a juicy steak as I lift my shirt up over my head and toss it off to the side. I then slowly trail my hands down my body, pulling my sweats off slowly as I stare into his dark eyes.
“Look at you… Fuuuck.” He groans as I kneel down on my hands and knees, arching my back as I move toward him slowly.
