Page 58 of Sinners' Appetite
“Let’s find out,” I fire back.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, placing his hand over mine to stop me from slipping it down under his shorts. “Food first, baby girl. What am I going to do with your stubborn ass?”
“I know exactly what you can do with my ass…” I tease, barely able to contain my laughter.
“That filthy mouth of yours…” he says, reaching behind me to slap my ass. “Follow me inside. I have lots for you to choose from. Don’t mind the boxes upon boxes of unpacked shit, though.”
I follow along behind him as he heads though the back door. We enter what only looks to be a kitchen because of the fridge and stove tucked away in the corner of the room. It has barely any cupboards and only a small counter space beside the sink.
“No wonder you’ve delayed on putting things away. There’s no storage in here…” I say as I lean back against the wall behind me.
“That’s part of the reason I got a deal on the place. The guy said he was supposed to be installing new cupboards, but he ran out of funds before he got the chance. Apparently his mother died shortly before he put the place up for sale.”
“That sucks,” I quietly reply.
“I’ll show you the rest of the house, if you want.”
“Sure.” I smile as he reaches for my hand and leads me through the kitchen and into a fairly large, but very empty room.
“I think this is supposed to be the dining room,” he suggests. “I don’t like eating at a table. It’s uncomfortable and too traditional, to be honest.”
“I was made to sit at the table when I was younger. I certainly don’t now,” I mention.
“I think a pool table and a small bar might be suitable for the space.”
“Agreed. Maybe even paint it black with a gray accent wall over there,” I imply, pointing toward the only wall with a window in the center.
“You might be right.” He then leads me through a large archway door and into a room with far too much furniture placed in random places.
“Let me guess—this is the living room?” I say as I let go of his hand and plop myself down onto the couch closest to me.
He follows and sits down beside me, pulling me into him. “You’re awfully chipper for someone that just went through hell and back,” he says.
“I have to be.” I sigh, resting my head comfortably against his chest.
“I can’t wait for you to see Dean’s property. It’s remarkable. I think you’ll really like it.”
“I’m kinda excited. Is your friend anything like you?”
“Actually, no. He’s actually quite quiet.”
“He might not like me very much then. I get nervous around new people and then I talk really fast and tell too many stories.”
“He’ll pretty much stick to himself anyway. He’s always busy either building shit or out on his boat.”
“Oh man! He has a boat?” I ask, sitting up excitedly.
“He has a few, actually. Mine is stored there too, but it needs some work.” He pats his hand on my leg and stands up. “Wanna quick peek at my room? It’s the biggest room in the house.”
“Sure. Then you can show me the bathroom. I’ve had to pee since we left the hospital.” I laugh.
“Right this way, my lady.” He grins as I stand up to follow along behind him.
When we get to his room, he opens the door and all I can see is a huge bed and nightstand with a simple lamp set up on top. The whole side of the bedroom wall near the closet is stacked with boxes.
“Do you need some help unpacking?” I snicker, walking over to his bed and throwing myself backwards onto the silky smooth comforter.
“I’m good. I unpacked everything I need for right now.” He walks over to the edge of the bed and hovers over me, kneeling between my legs. I can feel his cock brush against me as he brings himself up and places a kiss on my lips.
