Page 112 of Sinners' Appetite
Jessica was right. This girl doesn’t look happy to be there. She looks…almost drugged out. Not quite a drunken state. More so, someone gave her something to keep her obedient and oblivious.
“Fuck. She doesn’t look like she’s willingly part of their plan.” I groan, keeping my eyes on Paul’s every move.
“She sure doesn’t. She’s in rough shape.”
Paul stands with the other couple on the sidewalk for a good five minutes until finally, they all part ways and Paul pulls the girl along beside him, heading toward a black and red Subaru parked at the side of the club.
I don’t know what’s worse—the rusted out hunk of junk or the fact that he has a bumper sticker that says “you can’t fix stupid” on his back windsheild.
Stupid can in fact be fixed and…I’m about to show him how.
“Hehasn’ttextedmefor a while. I wonder if he’s okay…” I say, fidgeting with the ring on my finger like I always do when I’m anxious.
“Girl, calm your tits.” Sammi chuckles. “Let’s go get our bikinis on and go for a swim to get our minds off it for a while.”
“That sounds good, actually,”
Once we finish changing, I run up to Dean’s cabin to let him know what we’re up to and invite him down for a dip in the water with us.
“I have to get some work done in the shop, I’ll have to pass this time, pretty girl.” Dean declines my offer, grabbing his coat off the hanger behind me as he purposely closes the space between us, resting the palm of his hand flat against the wall beside my head.
My breathing hitches and I want more of him.
The three of us didn’t really discuss how this would work. They’ve fooled around without me there, and to be honest, bynow, I don’t think Malachi should have to ask my permission to do so, but…I just don’t feel right acting on anything without Malachi here.
Maybe I should text him.
Should I ask?
Would it be stupid to ask, or set him off somehow?
Fuck.
“I should g-go find Sammi…” I whimper, wiggling my way under his arm.
Like a complete idiot, I take off running down his stairs and around the side of the cabin, heading straight toward the beach to blabber about the juicy details of what just happened between Dean and I.
The very second I’m done giving my spicy rendition of the moment, Sammi starts to giggle. “Then text Malachi! I mean, it’s not like Dean hasn’t fucked with you already.”
“I know…” I sigh. “It’s just—different. I don’t want to assume anything and upset Malachi.”
“Just. Fucking. Text. Him.” She speaks slowly with a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“Shouldn’t this be a conversation the three of us have in person? It’s not like I ever planned for something like this to happen.”
“You overthink everything… you might wanna work on that, love.”
I shake my head, dipping my toes into the water before slowly making my way into the water, stopping to appreciate the soft sand beneath my feet.
Not even fifteen minutes after we start swimming, the clouds overhead darken and it begins to rain, accompanied by the odd crack of thunder and bolts of lightning.
I’ve never really enjoyed storms. I find them unpredictable and menacing.
Too loud.
Too chaotic.
Instead of waiting for it to pour down on us, Sammi and I run out of the water, grab our small pile of belongings and run towards my cabin. Once inside, I toss her a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts to put on.
