Page 23 of Sinners’ Appetite

“This place is stunning!” I exclaim as we pull into Malachi’s driveway and he cuts the engine.

“Really? I find it a bit small… and old.”

“It has so much potential though! Look at those original window shutters—and the balcony!”

“That balcony is just about ready to blow off the side of the house,” he shrugs.

“Then rip it off and build a new one.”

Just then, I take off sprinting around the house and into the back yard. “Look at all the space back here!”

“Wanna help me figure out what to do with it when we get back?” he asks, walking up behind me to place his arms around my waist.

I lean my head back to look up at him. “You’ll let me?”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” he says. Every time he says that, I get butterflies in my stomach.

“First things first, though,” I tease.

“And what would that be?”

“I wanna see your bedroom,” I say.

He pulls his arms away from me and I turn to face him. “I think that can wait,” he insists.

“But—I missed you.” I practically beg, running my hand up his shirt and over his chest.

“I missed you too, but you need to eat something before we do anything.”

“I know something I can snack on…” I whisper as I trail my fingers down over his stomach and stop just above the hem of his shorts.

“You can’t survive off cum.” He grins.

“Let’s find out,” I fire back.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, placing his hand over mine to stop me from slipping it down under his shorts. “Food first, baby girl. What am I going to do with your stubborn ass?”

“I know exactly what you can do with my ass…” I tease, barely able to contain my laughter.

“That filthy mouth of yours…” he says, reaching behind me to slap my ass. “Follow me inside. I have lots for you to choose from. Don’t mind the boxes upon boxes of unpacked shit, though.”

I follow along behind him as he heads though the back door. We enter what only looks to be a kitchen because of the fridge and stove tucked away in the corner of the room. It has barely any cupboards and only a small counter space beside the sink.

“No wonder you’ve delayed on putting things away. There’s no storage in here…” I say as I lean back against the wall behind me.

“That’s part of the reason I got a deal on the place. The guy said he was supposed to be installing new cupboards, but he ran out of funds before he got the chance. Apparently his mother died shortly before he put the place up for sale.”

“That sucks,” I quietly reply.

“I’ll show you the rest of the house, if you want.”

“Sure.” I smile as he reaches for my hand and leads me through the kitchen and into a fairly large, but very empty room.

“I think this is supposed to be the dining room,” he suggests. “I don’t like eating at a table. It’s uncomfortable and too traditional, to be honest.”

“I was made to sit at the table when I was younger. I certainly don’t now,” I mention.

“I think a pool table and a small bar might be suitable for the space.”

“Agreed. Maybe even paint it black with a gray accent wall over there,” I imply, pointing toward the only wall with a window in the center.

“You might be right.” He then leads me through a large archway door and into a room with far too much furniture placed in random places.

“Let me guess—this is the living room?” I say as I let go of his hand and plop myself down onto the couch closest to me.

He follows and sits down beside me, pulling me into him. “You’re awfully chipper for someone that just went through hell and back,” he says.

“I have to be.” I sigh, resting my head comfortably against his chest.

“I can’t wait for you to see Dean’s property. It’s remarkable. I think you’ll really like it.”

“I’m kinda excited. Is your friend anything like you?”

“Actually, no. He’s actually quite quiet.”

“He might not like me very much then. I get nervous around new people and then I talk really fast and tell too many stories.”

“He’ll pretty much stick to himself anyway. He’s always busy either building shit or out on his boat.”

“Oh man! He has a boat?” I ask, sitting up excitedly.

“He has a few, actually. Mine is stored there too, but it needs some work.” He pats his hand on my leg and stands up. “Wanna quick peek at my room? It’s the biggest room in the house.”

“Sure. Then you can show me the bathroom. I’ve had to pee since we left the hospital.” I laugh.

“Right this way, my lady.” He grins as I stand up to follow along behind him.

When we get to his room, he opens the door and all I can see is a huge bed and nightstand with a simple lamp set up on top. The whole side of the bedroom wall near the closet is stacked with boxes.

“Do you need some help unpacking?” I snicker, walking over to his bed and throwing myself backwards onto the silky smooth comforter.

“I’m good. I unpacked everything I need for right now.” He walks over to the edge of the bed and hovers over me, kneeling between my legs. I can feel his cock brush against me as he brings himself up and places a kiss on my lips.

I lift my hips up to meet his, the sensation of his cock against me making my clit pulse, painfully.

“We should break this bed in.” I tilt my head back as he kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

“As much as I want to, I think I’d get to carried away. You need to take it easy, baby girl. At least for the next few days.”

I let out a long needy moan. “What? A few days?! That’s way too long!”

“Unless—”

“Unless what?”

“Well—I could just snack on that pussy,” he breathes into my ear. “For as long as you can handle.”

My eyes widen in anticipation. “I might need to run through the shower first.”

“Get to it then, baby girl. Let me show you where the bathroom is.”

I stand and trail along behind him. Once we get to the bathroom, he reaches for a clean towel and facecloth, placing them on the side of the tub.

“There’s body wash in there, along with some eucalyptus shampoo. I hope you don’t mind smelling like me until we can get you your own.”

“I like the way you smell,” I call after him as he closes the door.

I decide against taking a shower and turn the taps on to run a bath instead. Once it’s filled, I take everything off and then realize, I didn’t bring anything inside with me to get changed into.

Not that it matters. Malachi won’t mind if I walk around his house naked anyway.

It just gives him easier access to the goods.