Page 105 of Sinners' Appetite
“Right?!” Nikki exclaims. “At least someone feels my pain.”
“I have a better idea,” Dean declares. “Why don’t you give them to me and I’ll make her earn them back.”
“You shut-up over there. He doesn’t need any encouragement. You should be telling him that he’s being unreasonable!” Nikki shoots Dean a glare.
“Is our little play-toy getting angry?” Dean fires back.
“You’re both gonna find out real quick if you keep this up,” Nikki replies.
“She sounds even sexier when she’s mad, don’t you think, Dean?” I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
“I’m so damn full!” Nikki sighs as she gets up from the table and grabs her plate.
“Wanna go for a dip in the lake once our food settles?” Sammi asks.
“I think I might go to bed early tonight. Maybe binge a little Netflix or something…” Nikki shoots me a devious smirk. “Wanna join me, Sammi?”
She’s stepping it up a notch.
Good girl.
I love it when she plays.
“Jeremy…do you play chess, by chance?” I ask.
“I have a few times. I’m not very good at it though, that’s for sure.”
“All good. I’ll teach you a few things.”
A wide grin forms on Sammi’s face. “Well, I guess we’ll leave you boys to it. Don’t have too much fun.”
“We’ll send videos if we do, don’t worry.” Dean chuckles.
“No offense, guys but—I’m not really into cock,” Jeremy laughs, holding both hands up in protest.
“I wasn’t either…” I concede, shooting Dean a wink.
“Are you sure you don’t want to binge Desperate Housewives with us, Jeremy?” Nikki asks.
“I’m good. I’d rather chew my own fucking foot off.”
“Suit yourself, babe. It’s gonna be a time!” Sammi chants, grabbing her plate off the table and walking it over to the bin Dean brought down for our dishes.
“Sammi and I will do the dishes before we head back down to the cabins,” Nikki says, grabbing the bin off the table and heading off toward Dean’s cabin.
A little while later, the girls come back outside and without saying a word to us, they head right down to mine and Nikki’s cabin.
The three of us head inside and while Dean sets the chess board up, I dig around the fridge and cupboards to gather a few snacks.
It doesn’t take long before Jeremy is kicking my ass and Dean is losing his shit laughing about it. It always happens that way, it seems. Teach someone to play and get your ass whooped by them later.
“You sure you’ve never played this before?” I ask Jeremy as I switch seats with him so he can play with Dean.
“I have. I just said I wasn’t very good at it,” he chuckles. “Maybe I was wrong.”
“Clearly,” I retort, rolling my eyes as I stuff my face with a handful of roasted peanuts.
After a few rounds, we decide to call it quits and head down to see what the girls are up to.
