Page 10 of Nocturnal Sins
Okay, it worked.
I smiled.
“I just realized something,” I said, hopping off of him. His features crumpled into a frown as he looked at me.
“What?”
“You can’t get married. Ever.” I smiled and he laughed.
“You’re insane and overprotective. Did I mention that, hermosa?” He stood and followed me to the doorway where he hovered in front of me until my back was flat against the door.
“Me?” I took his giant paw in my hand and held it up so he could see where his knuckles were still angry and red. He folded with a knowing smile.
“Marco was out of fucking line.”
“You’re worse than me. I’ve never punched anyone in the face over you.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have filled out the way you did, Sammie. That’s your fault. You were always the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen but now…”
“I’m bad,” I winked at him and jiggled my boobs a little, making him groan with annoyance. “You can say it. I won’t tell,” I giggled.
“You’re okay. Just make sure you keep some damn clothes on, please.” He shoved me out of his room and I laughed a little before heading down the hall.
My mind was a mess of thoughts but the one that stood out amongst the rest was the fact that sitting on Santana’s lap, shooting the shit was the most relaxed I’d felt in months. Even though he was hiding something and he’d gotten expelled from school, I was elated to have my big brother back.
I hopped in the shower and let the water rush over my body. I stared down at my curves and wondered exactly how much they’d filled out since Santana saw me last. I knew my tits were bigger but looking down, I saw that my hips were fuller and so were my thighs.
Was that what he noticed when he looked at me?
My throat closed with the seemingly innocent question.
My eyes fell shut as something unseen urged my hand between my thighs. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as my fingers slid across the surface of my aching clit. When had I become so turned on?
I couldn’t get out of the shower without coming. I had to pleasure myself until I was trembling beneath the spray of hot water. I was so wound up that I needed a release.
Wasn’t I relaxed sitting on Santana’s lap just moments ago?
What changed?
The mere recollection of being in his room, on his bed, and in his lap sent me hurtling toward another orgasm.
It was slick and coated in dark sin.
I blinked away the fog of lust, hitting the knob to turn the water off. Somehow the silence roared louder than the shower. On wobbly legs, I walked to my room.
I stared out of the window at the star-speckled sky and swallowed the lump in my throat. Things always turned dark at night. Clearly, that included my thoughts too.
I needed the sun to rise so whatever I was thinking about in the shower would turn to vapor and go the hell away.
It had to.
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