Page 65 of Sinners' Appetite
“Can we stop to grab—” Nikki starts to say, before I finish her sentence.
“Gummy bears?” I ask.
“Yes. Gummy bears. Maybe I’ll go all out this time and grab some chips too.”
Nikki starts to laugh. “Did you feed her this morning? She seems a bit sassier than usual.”
“Oh—I fed her lots. She ate a lot last night too,” I snicker.
Nikki then smirks at me with a mischievous look in her eyes. “He sure did.”
“You two are fucking adorable,” Sammi smiles, leaning against Jeremy.
“We should go. Let me know where you wanna stop to grab what you want. I’ll call Dean to let him know we’re on the road.”
All four of us head out the front door and I lock it behind me, double checking that it’s securely closed before walking away with my suitcase.
“You’re driving, right?” Jeremy asks, hopping into the back seat with Sammi.
“Unless you want to,” I offer, but he shakes his head no.
“Can I just sleep? I’m not sure that I can keep a conversation going for ten hours straight,” Sammi laughs as I rev the engine and back up out of the driveway.
“I know someone that can,” I chuckle, shooting Nikki a teasing glare.
“You’re an asshole,” she chirps before turning her head to look out the window.
“I know how to shut you up though, so I’m not worried.”
“Still an asshole.” She turns to me and smiles. “But I really like that cock of yours.”
“Howmuchlonger?”Iask, flipping through my ebook library for the third time, trying to find something novella length to read.
“We’re about an hour away,” Malachi replies, reaching across the console to run his fingers along my thigh.
“I’m so fucking hungry,” I complain, reaching into my bag for another package of gummies.
“Dean said not to fill ourselves with fast food. He prepared a whole meal for when we get there.”
The last thing I ate was a salad three hours ago and a shit ton of gummy bears.
“So, what’s Dean like?” I ask.
Malachi lightly chuckles and squeezes my thigh. “He’s…a little cocky.”
“Oh, great. That’s fun.” I roll my eyes and return to my kindle, finally finding something that’s under two hundred pages to read.
“He’ll be busy most of the time we’re there, baby girl. Don’t worry.”
“He’s single, hey?”
“Very much so. Most women don’t appreciate the fact that he lives off grid and doesn’t really talk much.”
“What does he look like?”
“He’s taller than I am. Around six-foot-seven I believe. Last time I saw him, he had a thick beard and wore nothing but plaid.”
“Sounds like the lumberjack guy I just read about in a book,” I smirk.
