Page 37 of Sinners’ Appetite

“Dean wants to know which movie you want to watch tonight?” Malachi asks, handing me a fresh towel so I can get out of the shower.

I step out, wrapping it around me and walk over to the mirror, brushing through my hair. “I thought we were…”

“Oh—we are. Did you think we were just gonna hop into that pussy?”

“Is it bad to say that I’m a little…scared? What if I can’t handle both of you? You always mention how tight I am…”

“We’ll take it slow, baby girl. Neither of us want to hurt you.”

“Is he—as big as you?” I hesitantly ask.

Malachi smiles and walks up behind me, taking the brush from my hand so he can brush my hair instead. “Bigger…”

My eyes shoot wide open and I let out a gasp. “Malachi! How the fuck—”

“Shhhh… his cock is pretty much the same size as mine. You’ll be fine.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one being tag teamed.”

I watch him in the mirror as he gently brushes through the knots. He’s so gentle, unlike me. I usually brush through it so hard that I lose a handful of hair every time.

“I’m dying to know something…” I begin to say. “I know you said Dean sucked your cock and you ended up fucking him, but… did he—”

“If you’re going to ask whether he fucked my ass or not—no, he didn’t. He never will.”

“Oh—come on. Don’t be a poor sport, Malachi. If I can, you can too.”

“Don’t turn this into some motivational speech bullshit, baby girl. That’s not my thing.”

“It wasn’t my thing either, until I let it happen.”

He stops brushing my hair and grabs hold of my hips, spinning me around to face him so fast that I nearly lose my footing. “Not gonna happen, princess.”

“We’ll see about that…” I devilishly smirk.

He finishes brushing through my hair and I head out of the bathroom to grab my clothes.

I search through my bag and find a little black crop top and a black and gray plaid skirt. I don’t bother slipping any panties on underneath, since I won’t really be needing them.

Malachi hops into the shower and I head over to Sammi’s cabin to see if she has a black headband I can borrow. When I get to her door, I hear Jeremy say something that freezes my entire body.

“Malachi wants to leave tomorrow morning. He hasn’t told Nikki yet, though.” he says.

Told me what? What the fuck is going on?

“She’s gonna be pissed, Jer. I mean, I’m not too happy about it either, to be honest.” Sammi replies.

Unable to stop myself, I open the door and stand there in the doorway with my hand on my hip, glaring at Jeremy. “What didn’t Malachi tell me? Where are you two going tomorrow?”

The look on Jeremy’s face says it all.

“That’s probably something Malachi should talk to you about.”

“No. How about you just tell me…”

“Jesus, Nikki. I don’t want to start shit between you two.”

I look over at Sammi who’s sitting on the bed with a nervous look plastered on her face. As soon as we make eye contact, she glances down at the floor.

“Where are they going, Sammi?” I ask, my entire body shaking from the angry adrenaline rushing through my veins.

Sammi looks up at Jeremy and sighs. “Jer…we should just tell her…”

“Malachi should have told her himself. We’ve had this planned for a few days now.”

“Well, he didn’t.”

Jeremy grabs his phone from the side table and walks into the bathroom, shaking his head. After a few seconds of silence, Sammi turns toward me and shoots me a comforting smile. “Malachi and Jeremy are heading back to the city tomorrow morning. Jessica has been giving them updates about Paul.”

“Seriously? When did he plan on telling me this? After the mind-blowing threesome that’s about to happen tonight?”

Sammi chuckles a little. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing.” she remarks. “I’m sure he was just having a hard time figuring out the right time to mention it.”

I have no idea how to feel about any of this. I understand why he’s doing it, but I just wish he wouldn’t. I can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to him or Jeremy. As if enough hasn’t happened already.

“Just go easy on him, Nikki. We’ve all been through a lot. He’s just trying to do the right thing. You know damn well that the cops won’t do anything about it. Surely they must be aware of those people by now.” Sammi points out.

I fold my arms over my chest, tapping my foot against the hardwood floor. “What if something happens though? We won’t even be there.”

“Nothing will happen. Our boys know how to handle shit.”

“Well…Malachi does, anyway. Jeremy doesn’t even know how to put together a few bookshelves…” I smirk.

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” she laughs. “Just go talk to him, babe.”

I nod my head, reaching behind me to open the door. “I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Be nice.” she reminds me as I walk through the door and close it behind me.

I take a deep breath as I approach our cabin and hesitantly open the door. As soon as I walk inside, I’m hit with the intoxicating smell of Malachi’s cologne.

Preferred Stock. God damn.

“You’re back! I was just about to go look for you.” Malachi says as he sifts through his suitcase and hauls out a pair of shorts.

“I-uh…I was talking to Sammi.”

“Jeremy already texted me. I’m sorry, baby girl. I did plan on telling you sooner than later.”

“Sammi told me to go easy on you, so I will, but I can’t say that I’m happy with your decision.”

He keeps his eyes fixated on me as he pulls his shorts on and reaches for a belt.

Instead of putting the belt on, he walks toward me with a sly smirk on his face.

“So, you’re telling me that you’re not a little turned on by the fact that I’ll be torturing that son-of-a-bitch while you get to relax on the beach with Sammi? ”

He folds the belt and takes hold of each side, slowly raising it to my neck, forcing me to step backwards a few times while holding my breath. “Think about it, baby…me drenched in Paul’s blood, tainted by the little pieces of flesh spread upon thy shirtless chest.”

“Okay, Shakespeare…calm down…” I mumble with a grin as he pushes the belt against my throat harder.

“That smart mouth is gonna get you into trouble one of these days, you know…”

“Oh? What kind of trouble?” I whisper in a moan as he pulls the belt away from my throat to open it up.

Without saying a single word, he wraps the leather around my neck again and holds each end to the wall. I let out a subtle moan as he dips down and brushes his soft lips against mine.

“You like trouble though, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“I can’t get enough of you.” he whispers against my needy lips.

“Show me how much you need me…” I desperately whimper, holding my breath once again as he bites my lower lip.

In one sudden movement, he lets go of the belt and tosses it to the floor, reaching behind me to pick me up by my ass. When he tosses me onto the bed, I let out a squeal and roll over onto my stomach, pretending to crawl away from him.

Instead of pulling me back, he stands there with his arms folded over his chest with a satisfied look on his face. “You’ll have to wait for that, baby. I don’t wanna ruin the main course with an appetizer.”

With that, he smiles and walks toward the door, leaving me breathless and soaked on the bed. In a huff, I get up and straighten my dress then head to the bathroom to straighten out my hair all over again.

Two can play at that game, mister.

“Are you hungry?” Dean asks as soon as I walk through his door.

“Is that—is that pie that I smell?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah. I pulled some frozen strawberries and rhubarb from the freezer earlier. I had a craving for something sweet.” He replies, shooting me a wink.

“Damn, it smells amazing.”

“Is there whipped cream to go with it?” Malachi asks, taking a seat at the island.

He shoots me a flirty smile and reaches over to pat the stool beside him.

“I think there might be some in the freezer,” Dean replies.

At the mention of whipped cream, I start to giggle as I sit down at the island next to Malachi.

“What’s on your mind, dirty girl?” Dean grins, leaning his back against the cupboard.

I smirk. “I was just thinking about whipped cream being used elsewhere.”

Malachi slides his hand up my thigh, lingering beneath my skirt. “I’ll let you smother it on my cock later, don’t worry.”

“Only if I can watch Dean lick it off…” I mischievously grin.

“That can be arranged.”

Just then, I hear Sammi and Jeremy walk through the door. “Did we miss the fun?” Sammi asks as she enters the kitchen.

The timer on the stove goes off, so Dean puts oven-mitts on and reaches into the oven to grab the pie. My mouth starts to water as soon as I see it.

“Should we just take this into the living room?” Dean asks, glancing over at me. “Did you pick a movie?”

“Uh—no, I didn’t. You pick.” I smile.

“I’m sure we can find something. I have a whole stack of blue-rays.”

I start to giggle a little. “I didn’t even know those existed anymore.”

Dean narrows his eyes playfully. “I guess I’m just old school. It would cost a fortune to get internet out here. I’m surprised I can get cell service way out here.”

“It seems to be worth the inconvenience.”

Shit. I’m doing what I try so hard to avoid.

Small talk.

I’m nervous as hell.

Almost as if Malachi can sense my slight discomfort, he grabs my hand and rubs his thumb over the top. “Let’s go pick our spots,” he says.

I get up and nearly fall over when I realize my foot is half asleep from me crossing my legs and squeezing them together so hard.

“You okay?” Malachi asks, helping me balance.

“Yeah, my legs don’t work apparently,”

Once we get into the living room, anxiety hits me out of nowhere and my knees go completely weak.

I pick a spot to sit on the large leather L shaped couch in the corner of the room, while Jeremy and Sammi take a seat on the love seat on the other side.

I smile when Dean grabs a leather CD case and brings it to where Malachi and I are sitting.

“I think there’s at least fifty movies in this one. I have four more. I figured this one might be better for the occasion.”

When I open the case and look at the first movie, I start to laugh.

Ten Inch Hero

“I swear, I didn’t know that was there,” Dean chuckles, taking a seat on the other side of me with a smirk on his face.

The very second I feel his warmth beside me, my clit starts to throb. There’s no fucking way we’re going to get very far in this movie.