Page 15 of Nocturnal Sins
“I literally just got done sweating my ass off. I’m sticky and my hair is gross and you’re getting a hard-on over me?” I laughed at the absurdity but Brady shifted in his seat, which let me know that he probably had a chubby happening under the table.
“You’re perfect. You should be sitting beside me instead of across from me so I can…”
“What’s up, Sammie?” I looked up into Santana’s dark eyes and my heart stopped for a moment. I yanked my hand from Brady’s and put it on my chest in hopes that it would jumpstart my heart.
“Hey, hermano.” My legs were mush but I stood to hug him and breathe in his scent. It was intoxicating.
Why had I avoided him for two weeks?
“You got time to talk for a second?” He asked without casting a second glance at Brady. It was like he fell out of the picture once Santana with his broad shoulders and tall frame came in.
“Um, not right now. I’m kinda hanging out with my friend from school,” I looked over my shoulder at Brady who seemed less than pleased that I was introducing him as a friend and nothing more. What did he want from me? We weren’t dating.
“Your friend? He’s fine. I’ll send him a coloring book. Come here.” He stalked off in that brooding way he always does and I mouthed an apology to Brady as I hurried behind my brother.
“Santana, you’re being a dick,” I hissed once we were tucked in the hallway between the men and women’s bathrooms.
“Is there a reason you’ve been ghosting me lately, Samira?” My entire name fell from his lips like stone on stone. I hated it. I felt chastised.
“I’ve been busy,” I spat.
“Bullshit. Were you…awake when I came in a couple weeks ago? When you were in my bed…” His voice dropped and so did my stomach.
“What? When?” My words squeaked out. It was an unconvincing act for someone who knew me better than I knew myself.
Santana grimaced for a few extra seconds before Papa called him back to the grill. “Can we talk tonight?” He asked me. I stood there trying to decide if I wanted to talk to him. It would be awkward as fuck. I’d keep flashing back to that night and it would turn me into a stuttering, stammering idiot.
“I’m studying,” I lied.
“Santana!” Papa shouted and Santana scowled at me before tugging on my hair.
“Tonight, little girl,” he growled.
“Okay,” I whimpered right before he let go. I took a few minutes to compose myself before going back to the table with Brady. I was definitely going to need his mouth on me after we left the restaurant.
“Your brother is scary as fuck.” Brady held my gym bag while I unlocked the giant red double doors leading into my house. I looked over my shoulder at him and rolled my eyes.
“Santana? He’s a teddy bear.”
“More like a grizzly bear. He’s like seven feet tall.” We walked inside and I breathed in the familiar smell of spices then thumped upstairs in a rush to freshen up.
“He’s harmless,” I quipped once we were in my room. “Lock the door,” I told him with a point. He ignored me after pushing it closed and grabbed me from behind, putting his lips on my neck.
“Brady, I’m sweaty,” I giggled, prying his fingers from my hips. “Let me get in the shower.”
“Let me get in with you, Sam.” His baby blue eyes pled with me but I wanted shower time to myself. I knew once Brady was in there he’d be all over me, and so would his dick. All I wanted was a little tongue action.
“Why don’t you wait here and I promise I’ll be right out.”
“Come on, Sam. Let me see that sexy ass body…”
“I said wait.” I pointed to the chair by my bed and Brady huffed over and flopped down like a toddler. I disappeared behind the bathroom door and clicked the lock shut before turning on the shower.
Under the hot spray of water, I couldn’t stop thinking about Santana’s words from weeks ago about being yourself even if you were dark. I wondered if he’d still think that if he knew what I’d been masturbating to every night. If he knew that his drunken slip up was the fuel for my dirtiest fantasies then he would probably advise me to continue putting on a perfect little show like I’d been doing my entire life.
I scrubbed at my washcloth vigorously with a bar of soap that smelled like jasmine flowers. It was supposed to calm me down. I rubbed the pink cloth over my stomach then down my thighs.
My mind turned shadowy as it dragged me back to the night when my brother’s strong hands slid down my thighs. My spine curled forward involuntarily and I shut my eyes letting the memory roll over me like fog. With my free hand, I spread myself open and rolled circles around my stiff clit while I made the sudsy washcloth dance over my peaked nipples.
