Page 44 of Sinners’ Appetite

I wake to the sound of Malachi’s alarm blaring at full volume.

I don’t want him to go. I’d rather continue this little vacation and forget about the bullshit that’s happened for a while longer.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Malachi groans as he sits up in the bed and stretches his arms above his head.

“Morning,” I reply, my voice still a little hoarse.

“I’m gonna go hop through the shower and then go grab us something to eat. Any special requests?”

“Hmm…I’d love an orange, if Dean has any.”

“I’m sure he does. I’ll check.”

I watch him as he stands up, his bare ass illuminated by the early morning sun shining through the window.

“Nice bum, where ya from?” I giggle.

He shakes his head and disappears into the bathroom.

“Are you leaving before lunch?” I ask, knowing he can still hear me since the bathroom door is still open.

“Right after breakfast,” he replies, turning on the water.

Damn .

“What exactly do you plan on doing when you catch Paul?”

“That all depends on what I’m in the mood for…”

I let out a sigh and roll back over, staring mindlessly out the window. I’m all for justice being served, but who knows what might happen while they’re gone?

Will they get caught?

Thrown into jail?

Killed by a posse of Paul’s disgusting accomplices?

Malachi is the toughest man I’ve ever known, but those type of men are unpredictable. They’ll stop at nothing.

A few minutes later, Malachi gets out of the shower and strolls back into the room with just a towel around his waist. Normally, I’d want to be all over him, but anxiety has taken over my entire body and I just want to lie in bed.

My heart is racing just thinking about the fact that when he pulls out of the driveway, it might be the last time I get to see him.

“Are you gonna get dressed, baby girl?” he asks as I sit up on the edge of the bed and rub my tear filled eyes.

I can barely even look at him.

“Baby? Are you okay?” He pulls a T-shirt over his head and makes his way over to me, kneeling in front of me on the floor.

“No! I’m not okay!” I whimper as the tears run down my cheeks. “I’m so fucking scared, Malachi…”

“Of what? You’ll be fine, Dean won’t let anything happen to you. I can promise you that much.”

“That’s not what I’m scared of. What if something happens to you? Then what?”

He smiles and grabs my hands, placing them against his chest. “I’m careful, Nikki. I know what I’m doing.”

I shake my head. I know damn well that I’m being dramatic, but the fear of losing him is almost too much to handle. It would change everything. I’d never be the same.

“I just can’t imagine being without you…”

“Then don’t. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise, baby girl.”

He lets go of my hands, but I keep them placed on his chest, memorizing his heartbeat in case I never get to feel it again. His thumb wipes the tears from my face before he stands back up. “Come on, baby. Let’s go get you an orange.”

“I’m sorry for being such a… wimp,” I manage to say, my voice shaking with every word.

“You are not a wimp. You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever known. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“Morning!” Dean announces as Malachi and I walk into the cabin.

Forget the orange. Whatever Dean is cooking smells delicious and my mouth is watering already.

“Do I smell bacon?” Malachi asks, making his way over to where Dean is standing shirtless in front of the stove.

“Fuck yeah. I figured you might need some protein before you take off.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Malachi replies, placing himself right behind Dean.

When he finally turns around, Malachi runs his hands up Dean’s chest and then wraps one hand around his throat. “You’ll take care of our girl while I’m gone, won’t you?”

“You know I will…”

Malachi then leans in closer to Dean and places a gentle kiss on his lips, his one hand still gripping his neck while his other moves down to the front of his shorts.

“Hard for me already?” Malachi asks, rubbing Dean’s cock through the material.

“Fuck yeah…” Dean practically whimpers, stealing a glance at me before locking eyes with Malachi again.

Malachi then reaches behind Dean and turns the burners off. “Get on your fucking knees,” he demands, letting go of Dean’s throat.

As soon as the words leave his lips, my clit starts to throb. So, I reach my hand up under my dress, grazing it with my fingers as I watch Dean lower himself to his knees.

Malachi lowers his pants along with his boxers, his cock springing free in front of Dean’s face. “Nice and slow. Take your time,” he moans.

As soon as Dean opens his mouth to take him in, Malachi reaches behind his head with both hands, steadying him. “Fuck yeahhh…that’s it. Use that tongue too…”

I circle my clit faster as Dean takes Malachi into the back of his throat. Just then, Malachi glances over at me, shooting me a wink as he grips Dean’s hair between his fingers.

“Ah, fuck, you’re doing so good. Open that mouth wide for me. I wanna hear you choke on it…”

The second he opens his mouth, Malachi thrusts into his throat deeper, tossing his head back as he holds Dean’s head against his pelvis.

“Fuuuckkk…” he groans. “Get over here, baby girl. Suck him off for me.”

I stand and make my way around the island, lowering myself to my knees beside Dean, reaching one hand out to pull his shorts down while the other finds my clit again, circling like a madwoman as I wrap my lips around Dean’s throbbing cock.

“You’re gonna let us cum on that pretty face of yours, aren’t you, baby girl?” Malachi asks.

Seconds later, he pulls out of Dean’s mouth and reaches down to grip a handful of my hair, pulling me upwards so that he can thrust into my already open mouth. Dean stands up, wrapping his hand around his cock as he stands beside Malachi.

Malachi thrusts to the back of my throat a few more times before gripping my hair and pulling me away from him, reaching down to open my mouth wider with two fingers hooked behind my lower teeth.

He grips his cock and in one quick twist of his hand, his release ribbons out into my mouth and onto my cheeks. I reach up and swipe a portion with my fingers, dipping them into my mouth and sucking them clean.

“Atta fucking girl. Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Malachi moans, releasing the rest of his orgasm onto my breasts.

I look over at Dean while he jerks himself off, opening my mouth and darting my tongue out as an invitation.

“Mmmm, look at our desperate little slut… Craving even more,” Dean growls, slapping the side of my cheek as he slips his cock past my lips.

Thrust .

“Holy fuck…” Dean grabs hold of the back of my head with both hands and pushes me against him, resting his cock at the back of my throat. “That throat is—fuuuck…”

His cock pulsates before I feel warmth hit my tonsils, his come shooting straight down my throat as I swallow hard, trying to resist the urge to gag around him.

Breathe through your nose, Nikki. You got this.

We don’t wanna be that girl that accidentally threw up on her men.

Dean slaps the side of my face again and slowly pulls out, swiping some of Malachi’s come still resting on my cheek and pushing it past my lips.

“Just for that, I think I’ll let you have your vibrator back, baby girl.”

I smirk, letting out a sassy laugh. “Just my vibrator? What about Billy?”

Both Dean and Malachi look at me like I have three heads. “Who’s…Billy?” Malachi finally asks in a confused tone.

“The purple dildo. I named him,” I chuckle as I stand and reach into the drawer for a towel to wipe my face off.

“Of all names, you picked Billy?”

“Yup. You know why, right?”

Malachi shakes his head no.

“The Scream movies. You know, Billy Loomis?”

They both start to laugh, Dean shaking his head almost in disappointment. I finish wiping the rest of my face and hold the towel up in the air. “Where should I put this?” I ask.

“Laundry room is down the hallway across from the bathroom,” Dean winks, pulling his shorts back up.