Page 33 of Sinners’ Appetite

I can’t help it.

Ever since Malachi admitted to once being sexually attracted to a man, I keep picturing it. I don’t know why, but it’s actually making me extremely wet.

I can just imagine what that would be like. I bet he would be the dominant one. He didn’t go into much detail, so I’m not really sure if he acted on it or not.

I’ll definitely be asking him about that later.

“It’s my turn now, hey?” Dean asks, choosing a card from his hand. He looks up at me with a devious grin on his face.

“Have you ever thought about fucking your best friend?” he asks me.

Sammi snorts and bows her head.

“Um—” I pause. “Yes.”

“That’s not surprising.” Jeremy grins while Sammi shoots me a flirty wink.

“Have you?” Malachi asks, seemingly enthralled by the subject.

“It’s not your turn, sir,” I tease, reaching over to squeeze his thigh.

“Oh—come on, baby girl. Tell us.”

“Not yet…” I smirk.

“Well, if you do, I want front row seats.”

I laugh and pull another card from my hand, looking over at Sammi this time.

“Have you ever given or received a golden shower?” I ask, barely able to hold back my laughter.

“Fuck no.” She looks over at Jeremy. “And if you ever try that shit, I’ll bite your entire dick off.”

Jeremy holds his hands up in surrender. “I promise, you don’t have to worry about that,” he laughs.

Since Sammi answered no, I reach over and draw a card from the pile, reading it to myself and laughing out loud.

“I think it’s your turn again, Nikki,” Sammi says.

I look over at Malachi, holding the card I just picked in my hands. “This one’s for you, baby.”

“Should I be worried?” he chuckles.

I smile and continue. “Have you ever messed around with someone of the same sex?”

His face goes flush and he lets out a low groan before responding. “I feel like this game is picking on me.”

“Answer the question,” I demand, squeezing his thigh.

His lengthy hesitation tells me everything I need to know, but I still want to hear the words come out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Dean gets up and heads into the kitchen. Malachi’s eyes wander in that direction, lingering on Dean as he opens a cupboard door and grabs a bottle of what looks to be whiskey.

When he turns back around, he finally answers.

“I’m not so sure that you wanna know the answer…” he says with a worrisome look in his eyes.

“Oh, trust me…I do,” I say, shooting him a wink.

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 lays down 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.

“Good morning, baby girl…” I hear Malachi say, his voice deep and groggy.

“G-good morning…” I reply, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m heading up to the cabin to see what I can find for breakfast. I’ll be right back.”

He must have read the message from Dean by now.

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

Once I know he’s left the cabin, I return my attention to my clit as thoughts run through my head about the conversation they’re about to have.

After just a few seconds, the high from my orgasm kicks in again and I come so hard that I nearly collapse.

I quickly rinse myself off and step out, wrapping a towel around me before walking out of the bathroom to find something to wear. I pick a turquoise sundress and a pair of slip on shoes to match.

As I’m pulling the sundress over my head, I hear a knock at the door. I pull the sundress on the rest of the way and walk over to answer it.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Sammi exclaims, pushing her way past me into the cabin.

“You’re chipper today,” I say with a smirk.

“It’s gorgeous out there!”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be pretty hot today. Did we bring sunscreen?”

She shakes her head no. “I didn’t.”

“There might be somewhere close we can go to buy some.”

Sammi sits down on the edge of the bed. “So—how was the rest of your night?” she asks.

“It was… weird.”

“How so?”

“Malachi—he’s acting strange.”

She smirks. “Does it have anything to do with the game we played last night? He didn’t seem to enjoy himself much.”

I nod my head and make my way over to sit beside her. “Honestly, I have no clue.”

I reach for the brush on the night stand and before I can run it through my hair, Sammi grabs it and starts to brush my hair.

“Maybe he has more secrets than he cares to tell…”