Page 54 of Sinners’ Appetite

“Nikki, baby. Open your eyes for me… You’re okay…”

My eyes fly open as I hear Malachi’s voice. I sit up and let out a silent scream, my face wet with tears.

“We heard you screaming from the beach. What were you dreaming about?”

I open my mouth to speak, but only a loud whimper comes out. I watch Dean walk into the bathroom, coming back out and handing me a cold cloth.

Malachi grabs it and places it over my chest. “Breathe, baby girl, we got you,” he whispers, kissing the top of my forehead.

I can’t seem to move my body and my breathing is shallow and rapid. Tears are still streaming down my cheeks, even though I’m not fully awake. I don’t even know what I was dreaming about in the first place. Something has taken over my mind and body and I fucking hate it.

“Should we take her somewhere?” I hear Dean whisper as Malachi holds my head to his chest.

“She’ll be okay—you’re okay, baby. We’re right here,” he replies.

I’m aware of what’s going on around me, but I can’t seem to respond to anything.

“I’ll call Jeremy; Sammi will know what to do, I think.”

Moments later, I hear Jeremy answer the phone. “Your car is still in one—” he begins to say before Malachi cuts him off.

“Where is Sammi? I think Nikki is having a panic attack. I’m not sure what to do…”

Suddenly, Sammi speaks up in the background. “A bath. Run her a cold bath. As cold as you can get it.”

“That won’t hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No, it’ll snap her out of it. She’s had this happen before, but its usually when she’s sleeping,”

“She was. Dean and I were down at the beach when we heard her screaming.”

“Fuck. Keep me on the phone.”

I hear the taps turn on and before I know it, I’m being lifted into Malachi’s arms with Dean supporting my head as they take me into the bathroom and place me down into the water. Immediately, I gasp and take a deep breath, focusing in on the water flowing from the tap in front of me.

“Anything yet?” Sammi asks.

“Her color is coming back a little. She stopped crying too.”

“Good. How’s her breathing?”

“Seems to be slowing a little.”

I manage to turn my head slowly in their direction, noticing the devastated look on Dean’s face as he stands with his back against the wall, looking over at me.

“She’ll be fine, Malachi,” Sammi says. “I’m glad you called me.”

“I’m glad you knew what to do,” Malachi says, smiling at me as he runs a cold washcloth up my back and down my chest.

I close my eyes and clear my throat. “I’m okay…” I whisper, barely able to push the words out of my mouth.

“She’s talking now. Thank-you, Sammi. I don’t know what she would do without you.”

“You’re welcome. Tell her to call me when she’s feeling better.”

“Will do.”

Malachi ends the call and leans in to place a kiss on my shaky lips. “There’s our girl…”

“I’m sorry…” is all I can manage to say as the cold water around me starts to burn at my nerve endings.

“Don’t you dare apologize, baby girl. I’m sorry that I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Is there anything you need?” Dean speaks up, pushing himself off the wall and kneeling next to the bathtub.

“I don’t think so. I’m scared to go back to sleep though.”

“Then don’t. We can make a spot down on the beach, the fire is still going strong,” Dean suggests.

“That might be nice, actually. Some fresh air and warmth…”

Malachi helps me out of the tub and dries my body off with a towel while Dean runs back into the main room, fetching a warm throw blanket and wrapping it around me before they lead me outside and down to the beach.

I feel the warmth of the fire almost immediately, so I step closer, hugging my arms around myself while the guys carry a bench over for me to sit on.

“This is so nice.” I pull my knees up to my chin and wrap my arms around the front of my legs.

“I hope we didn’t have anything to do with that panic attack. I think we’ve overwhelmed you a little…” Dean says, his voice ridden with guilt.

I shake my head. “No, it happens sometimes. Usually I remember the dream though…or should I say—nightmare…”

“Still—we should take it easy on you. At least for a couple of days.”

I let out a disappointed sigh. “But—I don’t want that. I love being with you two.”

“Speaking of that—” Dean starts to say as he and Malachi sit down on either side of me. “I wanted to ask you two something…”

“Yeah?” Malachi turns his head toward Dean.

“What if—what if you two stayed here for the summer?”

“I haven’t even started unpacking anything at home yet,” Malachi says. I reach over and place my hand over his mouth, hushing him.

“I think that sounds like a damn good idea, Dean. I think what Malachi was trying to say is…sure, we’ll stay. Fuck unpacking.”

Malachi grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. “Is that what you want? You wanna spend the summer being used and abused by our cocks every day?”

“I’d be more than happy to…”

Malachi smiles and releases my hand. “You sure you can handle that?” he snickers.

I nod. “I’ve handled it so far,”

“Fucking right you have. We’re actually quite proud of you,” Dean moans.

I lower my legs as the heat starts to build in my core. Just the thought of being with both of them all summer long is driving me wild already.

“Are you comfortable enough?” Dean asks, noticing the very second I adjust my position to ease the throb in my clit.

“Yeah…I’m fine.”

“You look a little—flushed, princess. Is something on your mind?” Dean pushes the hair away from my neck before leaning over to whisper into my ear. “Are you thinking about how good it feels when we destroy that pussy with our cocks?”

I take a deep breath in as they both slip their hands under the blanket, digging their fingers into my inner thighs. “M-maybe I was…” I whisper.

“I fucking knew that greedy little cunt would want us already…” Malachi moans into my ear.

“We’ll have to be careful this time…” Dean says as he blows gently on the side of my neck.

“Please, don’t be,” I plead, reaching my hand out on either side of me to rub along the outside of their shorts. “I want both of these inside me.”

“As you wish, princess.” Dean pulls his shorts down past his knees, pulls the blanket off me and reaches his hands around me, pulling me onto his lap. Within seconds, Malachi is in front of me, fisting his hard cock as he pulls his shorts the rest of the way down with his one hand.

When he kneels down, he sticks his tongue out and licks the whole way up Dean’s hard cock that’s resting against my pussy. Dean reaches under my ass and lifts me up slightly.

My god, I could watch that man lick that cock for hours.

Before long, Malachi guides the tip of Dean’s cock through my wetness, slapping it onto my clit a few times before slowly pushing it inside me.

Next thing I know, he starts to run his tongue along where Dean’s cock is thrusting deeper inside me.

Fuck, these men drive me crazy.