Page 81 of Sinners' Appetite
I look over Malachi’s shoulder and watch as Dean opens the bottle and pours himself a shot, placing it to his lips and swallowing it back quickly as his head tips back.
Malachi releases a heavy sigh. “I have,” he says, avoiding eye contact with me entirely.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sammi pipes up with a wide grin on her face.
I squeeze his thigh and lean in close to his ear to whisper. “You’re definitely giving me the details on that later…”
Strangely, when Dean walks back into the room and sits down next to Malachi, Malachi stands up and fakes a yawn.
“I think I’m gonna head back to the cabin. It’s been a long day…” he says, stretching his arms up over his head.
Dean looks up at him with a look in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.
What the hell? Why are they being so…
Wait…could it be?
Was it Dean?
“I’ll come with you…” I say, flashing Sammi a gentle smile as I stand up and reach for Malachi’s hand. “You kids have fun.”
“But—we were just getting started!” Sammi whines. “It was getting so juicy…”
“Maybe we can play again tomorrow night,” I suggest. “Thank you for supper, Dean.”
Dean nods, avoiding eye contact with Malachi. “Have a good night.”
Malachi and I head out through the kitchen and he stays completely silent the whole way back to the cabin. Oddly enough, when I strip off my clothes and hop into bed, he laysdown beside me and rolls over in the opposite direction, still not saying a word.
“Are you okay?” I finally ask, breaking the awkward silence hovering around us.
“I’m just tired.,” he replies.
I wrap my arm around his torso and snuggle into his back, kissing his shoulder gently. Just then he lets out an irritated groan and pulls away from me.
“What the fuck?” I ask, confused as to why he doesn’t want me near him.
“I’m fucking tired, Nikki,” he snaps.
“Okay then…” I roll over in the opposite direction and close my eyes, unable to stop thinking about the way he just rejected me.
I’ve never seen this side of him and I must say—I’m not a fucking fan.
I wake to the sound of Malachi’s alarm, so I reach over to turn it off, noticing immediately that he has an unread message from Dean on his lock screen.
I look over at Malachi, making sure he’s not awake yet before I glance back at the message.
I think we need to talk.
That pretty much confirms my suspicions from last night.
Getting up from the bed, I make my way into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I step inside and grab the washcloth hanging from the hook, pouring a generous amount onto the cloth and running it slowly over my body.
When it grazes over my pussy, I drop the cloth and run my finger over my clit with the ravenous thoughts of Malachi and Dean running through my head full force.
I lean my back against the wall of the shower and prop one leg up on the edge of the tub, slowly pushing two fingers inside me, curling them upwards and tapping against my g-spot. Before I know it, the orgasm builds quickly so I give in as I picture Dean’s mouth wrapped firmly around Malachi’s cock.
I pull my fingers out and start circling my clit, chasing the orgasm that’s quickly forming in my abdomen. Just as I’m about to come, I hear the bathroom door creak open.
