Page 63 of Nocturnal Sins
“You have a chance to talk to Dom?” I asked Pop while I scrambled eggs on the grill. A few days had passed and I held off on asking him but he hadn’t given up any information so now it was time to ask.
Even though he wasn’t smoking at the time, he squinted his eyes at me as if through a haze of smoke. “Not yet, Santana.”
“Look, I know how shit is between you two so if you want me to…”
“I don’t want you to do shit. I told you to let me handle it.” His words were quiet and tight so I backed off but everything in me wanted to handle Dom for Pop. He wasn’t going to kill him like he needed to. He was going to show mercy and you couldn’t show mercy with motherfuckers like Dom.
“I hear you, Pop.”
“Do you? I need you to understand that I can’t handle things with Dom the way I would with anyone else. He’s been around me the longest. Shit like that takes finesse. You’re too hot-headed.” I rolled my eyes and scraped the scrambled eggs onto three different plates before handing them off to Pop.
I wanted to say something else but Marco came back in from outside and finished up the three orders I’d started. His eyes caught mine a few times and to be honest, it annoyed the fuck out of me. I hated when people stared and didn’t spit out whatever was on their mind.
“Marco, you need to speak to me about something?” I asked with a huff. The orders had died down and we were having a lull between breakfast and lunch. My back was toward him as I scraped down the grill. I figured since he couldn’t say whatever he had to say while he was staring at me he might have fared better saying it while my back was turned.
Up front, I heard the familiar jingle of the bell at the door and suddenly the dusting of dark hair on my forearms stood. My skin heated and my heart thumped harder.
Samira.
I didn’t have time for Marco right then.
My head jerked up and I looked through the order window to see a flash of long sandy hair and a bright smile. “Hey, Papa. Is Santana back there?” Her voice grew closer and my chest squeezed tighter. There was no mistaking the fact that she was the solitary love of my fucking life.
“Yo, back here Sammie,” I called out, tossing my hand in the air. It was so hard acting aloof when I really wanted to grab her in my arms and nip at those soft pouty lips.
“Hey!” She squeaked, bursting through the kitchen doors. She realized Marco was back there too and slowed a bit in her skip toward me.
“What’s up, Sam?” Marco asked, nodding his head.
“Hey, Marco. How are you?” She forced a tight smile and turned slightly away from me. It was long enough for me to appreciate the tiny pair of shorts she wore that rode up her toned thighs and the sheer white tank top that showed shadows of her lacy red bra. Marco was busy appreciating the same thing.
I wanted to snatch his goddamn eyes out of his head but what man in their right mind wouldn’t gawk at Sammie if they had the chance? She was bad as fuck. My dick thickened at the thought of pulling those tiny shorts to the side and driving deep into her sweet pussy.
“I’m good. Gearing up for this lunchtime rush.”
“Oh, yeah…I bet. Hey, Santana can I talk to you for a second outside before shit gets crazy?” She motioned to the backdoor with her head and I nodded tossing down the white rag I had draped over my shoulder.
I bent down to step through the small doorway and Sammie came out behind me. The second we were alone, she crashed against my chest and slid her hand along my jawline.
“I missed you,” she moaned against my lips. My eyes fell shut as I breathed her in. She was honey and sunshine.
“I missed you too, beautiful.” I slid my knuckles along her perfect cheek and she nuzzled against my touch. “You can’t be in here looking like this.” I grabbed a handful of her ass and she giggled, poking it out for me a little more. She was trying to kill me.
Since her birthday was tomorrow, Erin insisted that Sammie spend a couple of nights with her and the rest of the girls from the cheer squad so they could plan a girl’s night. She didn’t really want to though. She wanted to spend her birthday with me and I wanted the same thing but Pop wanted her to keep up appearances and not lose herself in me. I couldn’t think of a better way to find myself than to get lost in her though.
When she slept at Erin’s last night, it was the worst case of insomnia I’d ever experienced. She must have felt the same because when all the other girls went to sleep, she called me and I refused to let her hang up until I heard the soft rhythmic breathing of her sleeping on the other end. That’s when I finally got some sleep.
“How do I look, Santana?” She asked, batting her thick lashes at me. I hooked my fingers in the belt loops of her shorts after scanning the area to make sure there were no prying eyes then I dipped my head low so that my lips swept her ear. I felt the shudder rip through her body and I saw the goosebumps dot her golden skin.
“You look like you need Daddy’s dick deep inside of you until you cry like you did the other night.” I tugged her warm lobe between my teeth and smirked at the shaky breath she pushed out.
“I do,” she nodded, her honey tresses swishing across her shoulders.
“If you can sneak away from your friends tonight I can help you out.”
“Oh?” Her glossy lips curved up with a curious smile. My dick stiffened and strained against the fly of my jeans when I felt her smooth palm skating up my abs. “Santana, I’ve seen you in everything from a suit to sweats but the thing I love seeing you in the most is a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans with your sleeves rolled up over your muscles and that rag tossed over your shoulder.
You look so fucking good I want to scrape my knees up sucking your dick.” Her hand changed direction and went south, gripping the rigid erection snaking down my thigh.
