Page 6 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER THREE
Samira
The entire house smelled like Mama’s food. If I didn’t think it was weird, I’d totally put my face directly in the pot of yellow rice I took off the stove. A quick glance around proved that I was alone so…hey, why not?
“Yo, Sammie. I’m home. Smells fucking amazing in here.” Santana’s deep voice made my spine go upright. I yanked my nose from the pot of rice and wiped my hands on the apron tied around my waist.
I poked my head around the corner to see a brutal scowl marked him as he headed for the kitchen. The chiseled angles of his face looked more dramatic than usual when he fell to the stool at the island. Something raised his hackles.
I untied my apron, laid it on the counter and sat beside my brother. He was a brooder so I knew he needed to stew and vent. Rinse and repeat.
“What’s wrong, hermano?” Finally, his dark eyes met my gaze. I loved watching him soften in my presence.
“Marco,” he grunted out.
“Santana, I told you to behave,” I frowned.
“You heard what the fuck he said to you, right? He was disrespectful.” His jaw flexed and I traced the way it jumped beneath his stubbled jaw. Was his jaw always so defined and sharp?
Without much thought, I skimmed the pads of my fingers across his jawline and he glanced up at me. I offered him a small smile and he shook his head.
“I’m used to hearing shit like that, especially after last summer. Guys seemed to have lost their fucking minds. It’s something in the water.” I waved my hand in the air dismissing Marco and all the other thirsty men who seemed to have taken notice of me in the past year.
I was used to guys smiling in my face and giving me whatever I wanted because I was pretty and I was Papa’s daughter but after junior year, the attention turned harsh. It went from compliments and gifts to cat-calls and offers for them to put their tongues in my pussy.
The way Santana’s nostrils flared told me that he knew the reason behind the sudden shift. He studied my face then my body and rubbed the back of his neck and said, “I know I’ve been in and out since going off to school but you’ve grown up Sammie. Shit, just last year you were still my bean pole now…” I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. I was stuck there for a few extra seconds. I peeled my stare off his corded neck and looked into his dark eyes.
“Now what?” I asked, folding my arms under my breasts. They were heavier and much fuller than they had been the last time I’d seen my brother face to face.
“You filled out,” he remarked with a sigh. His voice was lighter than it was a few moments ago. He was relaxing. He was calming down. Good.
“So did you. Last time I saw you, you weren’t all…buff,” I laughed, shoving him so I could feel how hard his shoulder was exactly.
It was hard as fuck.
I reached my hand out and squeezed his bicep pretending that I could wrap my hand around it. Santana, always the show-off, flexed his muscles for me and I giggled. Tingles rushed up from the base of my throat until they took over my flushed cheeks like my laugh was carbonated.
“That’s why I told you to put some clothes on and I hope to God that you didn’t wearthatshit when you went shopping, Sam.” Something dark flashed across Santana’s onyx eyes. It was like looking into a pitch-black pool. I wanted to climb inside and wade in it.
I looked down at my distressed denim shorts and white tank with an innocent shrug. It was starting to get really warm outside and I hated clothes. He knew that.
I sucked in a breath and grabbed a spoonful of yellow rice for him to taste. I had to keep him calm with food. I said, “I did wear this and look, I got home totally fucking unscathed.” I popped the spoonful of rice in his mouth before he could respond.
“Damn, that tastes just like Mom’s.”
“I know, right?” I grinned.
“Still doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook for going out in those tiny ass shorts, Sammie. I’m going to have to shadow you around town, I see. I hate motherfuckers like Marco thinking they can talk to you recklessly.”
“What did you do to him, Santana? I know you. You don’t leave things alone.” I shook my finger at him and narrowed my gaze to laser beams.
“I gave him a little love tap,” he smirked.
“Bullshit. You fucked him up, didn’t you?” A dark thrill sliced through my belly letting shadows spill into my core. I rushed to the space between Santana’s open legs and took his hand in mine. His knuckles were red and angry but not bruised.
“Fuck, Santana,” I marveled. I tucked my lips between my teeth and shook my head. My brother the hot head.
“I don’t play around when it comes to you.” He touched my cheek then kissed my forehead. “So, if you could go return all those curves to whatever store you bought them from, that would be great.”
