Page 8 of Sinners’ Appetite

“He’ll be here soon! How do I look?” I ask Sammi after changing into the fifth dress so far in an hour.

“Trust me, Nikki—that man doesn’t give a fuck what you’re wearing.” She chuckles, handing me a pair of slip on shoes that match the dress I’m wearing.

It’s nothing super fancy. Just a sleek daisy print sundress that barely covers my ass. Most of the dress is yellow, aside from the flowers themselves.

“Why am I like this? I bet I’ll end up talking too much and he’ll walk away tonight, thinking I’m the most annoying person on the planet.”

Sammi just shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “You’re fine as fuck. You know it, I know it… hell—even our damn delivery driver knows it. You’re overthinking, babe.”

“I still think this might be too much.”

“It’s not. I’m not letting you change again. You’re stressing yourself out. Cut the shit and just put those damn shoes on.”

“You’re so damn bossy. Has anyone ever told you that before?” I half-laugh as I slide the yellow shoes on my feet.

“You tell me that all the time.” She lets out a devilish laugh, motioning for me to follow her out of my bedroom.

When we finally reach my front door, she peeks out the window and a wide grin forms on her face. “He’s here already,” she teases, reaching for the door handle.

“Wait!” I exclaim, tugging on her shirt. “Do I smell okay?”

“For fuck’s sake, Nikki. I wanna slap you, you know that?” She opens the door and I head out behind her, not bothering to lock it behind me, since I’m just going next door anyway.

When we walk into Sammi’s house, I don’t see or hear Jeremy or Malachi, so we head out back, finding them sitting on the patio, chatting away.

That is, until Malachi spots me. It’s almost like time completely stops and he cuts himself off mid-sentence, staring at me like he wants to eat me.

“Sorry we took so long.” Sammi leads off as we sit down across from the two of them.

“Not a problem, babe,” Jeremy says, handing Sammi an unopened beer. He then points one in my direction. “Are you sure you don’t want one, Nikki?”

“Fuck it. I guess I will. It’s just one, right?” I happily take the beer from Jeremy and try to open it, but I can’t.

Next thing I know, Malachi reaches over and grabs the bottle from my hands, opening it with his forearm in seconds. If I wasn’t enthralled with him before, I sure am now.

I’ll need this fucking beer just to find enough courage to actually talk to him face to face. I’ve never had this problem before. I’m a relatively chatty person, but he’s… different. He scares me a little.

Not in the ‘he’s terrifying and I think he’ll probably try to murder me’ type of scary. More so— ‘I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall for this man hard and I definitely shouldn’t.’

He hands the bottle back to me and I smile. “Thank you,” I simply say.

“So, Malachi. Tell us more about you,” Sammi says, shifting her eyes from me to Malachi.

Malachi shrugs his shoulders and lets out a soft laugh. “What do you want to know?”

Even his fucking laugh makes me wet. Why is this happening to me? His voice is crazy deep and it’s sending chills down my spine in sync with my throbbing clit.

“Why did you move all the way here?” Sammi asks, taking a large sip of her drink.

“My father passed away not long ago, and the rest of my family? Let’s just say that I’m not a fan of them. I wanted to start over. New city, new me…you know?” he says, shooting a glance in my direction.

Oh fuck. Breathe, Nikki.

“You’re a photographer, right?” I blurt out, trying to distract myself from the way he’s making me feel at this moment.

“Yup.” He takes another sip of his beer and I can’t help but focus on the way his lips wrap around the top. I can just imagine how good it would feel to have those lips all over my body.

Shit .

“That’s interesting…” I reply.

That’s interesting? Really, Nikki?

“Very—interesting.” Sammi smirks, reaching for the bottle of tequila in the middle of the table.

I shoot her a warning glare but she ignores me, pouring herself a shot. She then grabs another shot glass and pours another, sliding it over to me.

Shaking my head, I slide the shot toward Malachi. “You can have this.” I smile.

“Sure, if you don’t want it, I guess I’ll take it.” He reaches for the shot and slams it back in one swallow.

“We should all go in the hot tub later…” Jeremy suggests, smiling over at me and Sammi.

“You have a hot tub?” Malachi asks.

“Fuck yeah.” Jeremy points toward the back of the yard. “It’s way down there.”

“Is that a sauna beside it?”

“Sure is. We don’t use it a lot.”

“I didn’t bring any swim shorts though.”

“I’m sure Jeremy has a pair that would fit you,” Sammi offers, looking to her husband.

“I do. Let’s go upstairs and I can grab them for you.” With that, the two of them excuse themselves and head inside through the patio door.

The second they close it, I quickly turn my head toward Sammi. “Save me! Tell them I’m on my period or something stupid. I can’t get into a hot tub with him.”

“Oh, yes you can, and you will. You need this,” she says.

I let out a nervous laugh. “No! I can’t. Just listening to him talk is making me so fucking horny. This was a bad idea. Texting him is different. I can’t see or hear him.”

“You two have been texting? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, nudging me with her elbow.

“It was nothing—I just thanked him for the stuff he brought me.”

“Mmm-hmm. I bet that’s all it was. He looks at you like you’re a damn snack. Which—you are,” she teases.

“This is killing me. I’ve never been so attracted to someone like this before. It’s freaking me the fuck out,” I admit.

“I think, you need a good hard fuck. Maybe not too hard—but, you get what I’m saying.” She laughs, and I can’t help but chuckle with her.

“You’re probably right. My poor vibrator needs a break.”

“You two would make for a sexy as fuck couple,” she says, pouring herself another shot.

“Ma’am, you’d better slow down on the shots. You’re not passing out on us this time.”

“Shhhh—we don’t speak of those times.”

“That was like, last month,” I remind her, trying not to laugh my ass off.

“Shut your pretty mouth,” she snickers. “Need I remind you of the time you groped my dads ass at the rodeo?”

I sit back in my chair and fake a look of confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Just then, the patio door opens and out walks Malachi first. He’s shirtless with a pair of Jeremy’s swim trunks resting perfectly on his hips. Without even looking too closely, I can see the outline of his cock through the material.

“Oh, for the love of fucking God,” I whisper to Sammi, who clearly—already noticed.

Her eyes widen before she looks over at me, covering the side of her face with her hand. “Girl…” she barely whispers.

I quickly steal another glance, my eyes wandering over his toned, muscular curves covered in tattoos. He even has his nipples pierced.

Of course, I look away, completely avoiding another glance in his direction as I finish off my beer and grab the bottle of tequila and a shot glass.

“Take it slow,” I hear Malachi warn as he gets closer to the table.

For a second, I thought he might have been talking to someone else, but it’s clear as he stands here staring at me—he was talking to me directly.

“I-I’ll be fine. It’s just one shot,” I manage to breathe out, our eyes locked for long enough to send a shiver through my entire body.

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to over-do it. You’ve been through a lot…”

I bite down on my lower lip. “Yes, sir,” I chuckle.

His hands form into fists and he lets out a growl. “No need for the bratty response, Nikki.”

“She’s quite mouthy, isn’t she?” Sammi teases.

“Not fair, you’re picking on me,” I chime in, right before I slam back the shot and swallow it all at once.

God damn, the burn.

The four of us head off toward the back of the yard, and I catch Malachi glaring at me while he steps into the hot tub. It’s almost as if he’s annoyed with me.

I knew this would happen. I just can’t keep my damn mouth shut sometimes.