Page 71 of Nocturnal Sins
“It means I want to slowly start bringing you in. Very fucking slowly. You can start coming to the restaurant with Santana and me at night. You have to learn how to shoot though and you will never move without your bro—Santana or me. Got it?” He seemed a bit flustered at his slip up but Sammie and I ignored it. He’d slipped up like that several times since finding out about us.
“Before I choose to bring you all the way in, I need to see a change in your attitude. I’m not going to tell you what I’m looking for but I’ll know when I see it.” Pop stood to his feet and reached down into his bag once more.
That time, he pulled out a black case and placed it in Sammie’s hands. I already knew what it was by the shape and look of it. He’d gotten her a gun. Sure enough when she cracked open the box, inside was a compact 9mm Glock. I expected to see apprehension in those gorgeous green eyes but instead, they burned bright like jade fire.
“This is…for me?” She caressed the pistol like it was already precious to her. Pop gave a short nod and finished his cigarette. I noted the struggle he was having but he was making the right choice. Sammie would be an amazing addition to the team. All she needed was a little coaching and I would be there to help her every step of the way.
Sammie gave Pop another big hug then pulled back a little and looked over at me. “Santana, we have to tell him about what happened last night.”
“The texts?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“No…” She wiggled her fingers a little and I laughed.
“You mean the ring? I know about it. I raised Santana right. He came to ask for your hand, Samira.” The look that washed over her beautiful face made me feel like I could conquer the fucking world.
Her pouty lips curved up into the cutest smile and her eyebrows flew up to her hairline in shock. “He did?” She squeaked.
“He did. I gave my blessing.” He rubbed her back and sighed a bit, running his fingers through his hair. “I guess I’ll keep you as a son no matter what, huh, mijo?”
“You can’t get rid of me, old man.” The energy in the apartment was charged with something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We were all happy and all on the same page. My heart was full and I couldn’t think of one thing that could go wrong.
Somehow unease still managed to slither beneath the surface and lurk in the back of my mind though.
***
“Thank you for making my birthday so special, Santana.” Sammie was perched on top of me. It was my favorite place for her to be especially when she didn’t have on any panties and the dress she had on kept rising around her hips. I slid my palms around to her thick ass and squeezed. She was so soft. I couldn’t wait to sink into her.
“Thank you for agreeing to marry me, Samira. With your fine ass.” I pressed slow kisses along the curve of her neck and she sighed happily.
“It’s still so weird.” She smiled and held out her hand to examine the emerald engagement ring I’d gotten her. It matched her beautiful green pools and I wanted her to always be able to look at it and think it was stunning. That was how I felt when I looked into her eyes.
“Bad weird?” I quizzed, twirling a silky lock of her hair around my finger.
“No. Just weird. All my life I wondered what my husband would be like and I was staring right at him the whole time.” Her breath held on to traces of the wine she’d been drinking earlier.
“Tell me the truth, Sammie, when did you start looking at me differently?” My fingers slid down the crack of her ass and she giggled a little.
“I don’t know. I’ve always known you were fine though. I used to have a little crush on you when I was a kid but it was harmless. I think when you came home this last time was when I noticed how…sexy you were.” She tensed a bit when she felt me probing her wet opening with my fingers.
“Tell me how I turned you on,” I whispered against her ear while I stretched her tight little cunt. I slid in and out so slowly that with each pass she got wetter. After a few seconds, she had my fingers coated.
“I couldn’t stop staring at you.” Her throat dipped when she swallowed and I followed the motion with my tongue. “You’d gotten so bulky and you looked even taller and…” she gasped a bit as a small orgasm took hold of her.
Moonlight spilled into the room through the curtain casting an ethereal glow on her honey skin. I couldn’t stop watching her. I loved the faces she made. They turned my cock into a rigid piece of steel.
“And what, baby?” I asked, biting her soft skin.
“And I wanted you to touch me. That night you came in drunk, I wanted you to touch me so bad.”
“Would you have let me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. My thumb grazed her stiff clit and she whined.
“Would you have let me fuck you?” My heart was pounding listening to her soft breathy voice.
“I would have let you do anything to me, Santana.”
“What about now?” I asked in her ear while my fingers probed her pussy and my thumb massaged her clit. “Can I fuck you right now, Sammie? Can I drive my dick deep inside of your pretty pink pussy?”
