Page 80 of Sinners Reunion

Josie sniffs the air. “Is that honey?”

Cat covers her face and groans. “I really hate that we keep meeting like this,” she says into her palms. “We have self-control, I promise.”

“No judgment from me,” Josie says. “We’re actually here because⁠—”

“Because we just had sex, and now we’re starving,” I say before she can turn us into the next punchline.

Josie rolls her eyes. “Yes, we’re starving, and we heard that Chef Maurice made one hell of a squash casserole for dinner.”

“You fucked the squash, didn’t you?” Cat says with a wrinkle of her nose.

Josie bites her lip. “We did.”

“Ha!” Bennett says, pointing his finger into my face. “Who’s the freaky little food fucker now?”

I point at Josie. “That would be her.”

Josie swats my finger out of the air and ventures around the partition in search of the casserole. She finds it in the oven, with fifteen minutes left to go on its timer.

“Good luck to the two of you,” Bennett says. “We’re headed back to our RV to finish what we started. I’d advise making tracks before that casserole timer goes off. Chef isn’t far off, and the moment he hears it, he’ll come running.”

“Don’t forget your toppings,” Josie says with a smirk as she picks up the bear-shaped bottle of honey and holds it toward them.

Bennett snatches it from her hand, and he and Cat exit the bus, leaving us alone with the casserole.

“Do we just take it with us?” Josie asks as she pulls it from the oven. “Seems a perfectly good waste of food.”

I wrinkle my nose. “It’s squash casserole. It’s already a perfectly good waste of food.”

“Fair.” Josie sets the massive glass pan on the counter, then turns to face me. “We still have thirteen minutes, you know.”

I step into her, already knowing what she’s implying. She kicks the oven door shut while keeping her eyes on me. As I bend down to nip her neck, she turns her head, giving me more skin. I suck that tender flesh and fill my hands with her breasts.

“Another race against the clock?” I whisper against her heated skin.

She nods, and her greedy little hands reach for my cock. I’m sorry to disappoint her, but I’m spent after she sucked every ounce of pleasure from me. I can manage a pathetic semi at best, but it won’t be enough for her.

“Fuck, I need to be filled,” she whines. “Find something to stuff inside me. Just . . . not squash.”

I glance around the bus, keeping my eyes away from anything edible for fear of repeating history. I also avoid looking at the timer. If we have ten minutes or ten seconds, it doesn’t matter. I’m not leaving this hovel on wheels until she comes.

My gaze lands on a purple toothbrush holder on the counter. Odd place to keep a toothbrush, and an odd color choice for Chef, but no matter. We don’t need what’s inside. I only plan to make use of the tubular case. It’s not as girthy as I am, but it’s long and firm enough to get the job done, and the silicone texture won’t be uncomfortable.

“At least wash it first,” Josie says.

I hurry to the sink and give it a good cleanse. It’s not our finest moment, but needs must. And my beauty needs.

She’s already out of those tiny denim shorts by the time I turn around. I hoist her onto the counter and slide her ass right to the edge. She spreads her pale thighs, and I witness perfection as she drags her fingers through her soaked slit with a breathy moan. Her fingertips come away glistening.

“It always gets me so wet when you use me like you did earlier. It won’t take long to make me come.”

I like the sound of that.

Leaning down, I drag my tongue through her warmth. The sweet tang of her arousal sets off electric sparks in my brain. I drink from her until she’s a squirming mess.

“Put it inside me,” she begs. “It’s so filthy and weird. I need it.”

“With pleasure,” I say.