Page 138 of Sinners' Appetite
I chuckle. “I’d like it for seven-thirty tomorrow evening. What placements do you have available? Which one would you suggest?”
“Personally, I find the tables near the windows are preferred most of the time.”
“Then I’ll take a table by the window.”
“Name for the reservation?”
“Malachi White.”
“Okay, perfect. I have you booked in for seven-thirty tomorrow evening. We’ll see you then.”
I end the call and set my phone down on the work bench beside me.
“So, we’re good to go then?” Dean asks.
“Fuck yeah. Thanks for reminding me. That woman has my damn brain in a whirlwind.”
“Same. I can’t figure out how to remove this part. I’ve done this a dozen fucking times,” he half-laughs.
I finally make it back down to the cabins, a little disappointed when I see that Nikki’s still not in our bed. I really thought she would have caved by now. She’s stubborn as fuck.
It’s well past midnight, but since I’ve been helping Dean with his car, I’m covered in grease and god only knows what other fluids, so I head into the bathroom to take a quick shower before I crawl into bed.
When I turn the hot water on and run my hand under the water, I discover that its freezing cold, indicating an issue with the hot water tank located in the shed behind the cabins. I’m handy when it comes to building shit, but not so much when dealing with electrical or plumbing.
I take my phone out and message Dean, hoping he’ll still be awake.
I think the hot water tank is fucked.
I’ll come take a look. It does that sometimes. There’s a reset button on the outside of the tank.
If you don’t mind…I’d probably end up blowing the thing up.
I’ll be right down.
Within just a few minutes, I hear commotion outside, followed by a loud “Fuck!”, so I head out there and around the corner of the cabin, seeing Dean standing there with a disgruntled look on his face.
“It’s completely fucked. I should have replaced it a while ago, I guess.”
“Mind if I take a shower at your place real quick?”
He nods. “For sure. I’ll go grab a flashlight from the shop and see if I can figure out a way to get this working. I might even have some extra elements hiding somewhere.”
“It’s past midnight, don’t worry about it tonight. Besides—I might need some help getting all of this filth off me.”
His eyes light up and he slams the shed door shut. “Our little princess is missing out on all this fun,” he grins.
“We’ll make up for it tomorrow night, after we’ve made her squirm for a few hours.”
We get to his cabin and head inside, Dean walking straight toward the bathroom as soon as we get through the door. I follow along behind him, stripping off as soon as I get through the bathroom door. Dean turns on the shower and takes his clothes off as I step in and start lathering up a washcloth. Once he steps in behind me, I turn around to face him and hand him the cloth.
“How did you manage to get this much grease on you?” he snickers as he runs the cloth from my chest to my groin.
I shrug. “I guess I’m just not used to working with cars as much as you are.”
As he grazes the cloth over my cock, his other hand finds the tip and circles around it. I let out a light growl as he starts to slide his hand up my shaft and back down again, squeezing gently.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Dean groans as he quickens his movements.
