Page 70 of Sinners' Appetite
He lets out a huff. “That’s great. I’m sure Amber would just love her. You know—if she was still alive,” he smirks.
“If Amber was still alive, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?”
I grab one of the pills from the bottle and tuck it into my pocket, turning around to leave.
“Look…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that,” Dean says, walking up behind me.
When I turn back around, I see a single tear fall down his cheek. I reach up and brush it away with my thumb. “I get it. I know how much you loved her, Dean. I loved her too.”
“Please don’t tell Nikki about what I said. She’s really sweet. I didn’t mean any of it anyway.”
“I know you didn’t. It’s fine, really.”
“You’ll have to fill me in on her story tomorrow when we’re out on the water.”
I nod. “I will. It’s a lot though. Fair warning.”
“Sammi seems nice too. Her boyfriend is a little quiet,” he chuckles.
“I think he’s just exhausted. He hasn’t really had the chance to sleep since everything happened.”
“Should we take him with us tomorrow? Maybe make it a guys day?”
“I’ll ask him when I get back to the cabins. I’m not sure that he’ll let Sammi out of his sight for a while.”
“It was that bad, hey?” he asks.
“Yeah…”
“Well—I hope you have a decent sleep tonight. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, Dean. It happens to the best of us.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, leaning up against the counter as I slip my shoes back on.
“Me too. We have some catching up to do.” I smile. “See you in the morning.”
By the time I make it back to the cabin, Nikki is sound asleep, so I quietly hop into bed beside her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I nuzzle my face into her hair.
Dean was right. I have to tell her. If she finds out about Amber some other way, I’m not sure that she’ll forgive me.
Especially when she finds out what I did to the man who caused her death.
Myeyesflickeropenas a moan escapes my lips.
I try to sit up, but my body refuses to move. Just then, I hear Malachi groan. Next thing I know, his head pops up from between my legs.
“Sorry to wake you, baby girl. I couldn’t sleep,” he whispers, gliding his fingers through my wetness.
I let out another moan as he brings his soaked fingers up to his lips and slowly darts his tongue out to clean them off.
“Look how wet you get for me, even in your sleep,” he says. “Is your pussy still sore?”
Even though it is, I shake my head no.
“I’ll take it slow.” He guides his cock inside me, sinking in slowly, inch by inch as I reach behind him and trail my finger tips along his back.
“Fuuuck…that’s tight” he hisses.
