Page 70 of Sinners Reunion

With a guttural grunt, I push into the tiny woman’s diaphragm with everything I am. I’m rewarded with a cartoonish pop sound as the chunk of meat flies from her mouth and lands in the gator pit. Fish rush the globule as it floats toward the bottom.

Rose sucks in a deep breath and turns to face me, eyes wide. Thank you, she mouths.

Grim rises from his seat and places his wrinkled hands on her shoulders. “What have I told you, my darling one? You must chew better. This is the third time this week.”

“This week?” I screech. “Dude, if she’s choking this often, you really need to learn how to help her yourself. This is dangerous.”

The spindly little man stands taller and leads his lover back to her chair. “She has a constriction from her scarring. It has always been this way. We manage.”

“If you want me to teach you, I don’t mind,” I say. “All you have to do is⁠—”

“No, thank you. I cannot bring myself to save a life.”

I wait for him to fucking elaborate, but does he? No.

I look at Rose. “And you’re . . . okay with this?”

Rose smiles at me and nods her head as she pops another fritter into her mouth.

King leans forward and grabs one as well. “He’s known as the Grim Reaper. His touch is death, my beauty.” He winks and pops the bit of fried conch into the air. It would have been sexy as hell if it had landed in his mouth, but it bounces off his head and leaves behind a few golden crumbs.

I bite the inside of my cheek, but not even that can stop me from laughing. Rose joins in as well, though silently. She opens her mouth and leans⁠—

Nope, she’s just choking again.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I jump from my seat and haul her upright. I snatch her against my chest, and out it comes. The meat flies low this time and bounces across the floor. I pat her back and help her into her seat.

“Listen, Rose. I don’t know how many more of these I have in me. Either King has to save you next, or you need to take smaller bites.”

Rose gives me a sheepish grin, followed by an adorable thumbs-up. Then she grabs another fritter. At least she’s nibbling this one.

The meal continues, and the whole thing goes better than I ever anticipated. Grim doesn’t call me a crab in English or German as we eat. The food is divine. Rose doesn’t even choke for the rest of the meal. Probably because I insist on cutting everything into small pieces, but still. I’m calling it a win.

And King has been stroking my thigh, saying all the right things, and making me feel like we’re on one really strange double date. I can’t decide if that’s a bad thing or if I should just enjoy this moment while it’s still mine.

I choose the latter.

When he strokes my thigh this time, I spread my legs a bit. His fingertips explore lower, rewarding me for giving him permission. I love that he never presses. He waits like an obedient beast. No pawing. No whining. No insistence. He stands at the threshold and holds fast until his mistress invites him inside to heel at her feet.

He nudges the romper aside and strokes my pussy through my panties. “Would anyone like dessert?” he asks the table.

I bite my lip and close my eyes. He can’t seriously expect me to answer when he’s gracing such a sensitive part of my body with that featherlight touch.

“I could not eat more, even if I wished to,” Grim says, “and I do not wish to.”

I peek at Rose as she shakes her head.

King turns to me, pressing harder now and rubbing against my clit. “And you, my beauty? Would you care for something sweet?”

“No th—” My teeth click together as a snippet of pleasure jerks up my spine. I clear my throat and cross my legs, crushing his hand between them. “No thanks.”

He pulls his hand back and places two fingertips against his lips, as if he’s thinking. I’m close enough to see his tongue flick against the tips. Oh, he’s thinking, all right. Now I am as well.

Eleven times thirteen is . . . Oh, fuck, I don’t want to do this anymore.

“So, are we going back to the RVs now?” I ask.