Page 18 of Nocturnal Sins
Sammie’s arched brows flew up on her forehead as she regarded me. “You can’t tell me? So there is something. I knew it! I fucking knew it, Santana.” She spun that charm bracelet on her dainty wrist over and over until the sound of rose gold clinking against itself drove me insane.
I reached out and gripped her arm in my fist to stop her. When I did, she gasped soft and quiet like my touch was totally unexpected. I dropped her hand after a few seconds and looked into her pretty green eyes. They were curious and flitted all over my face like she was searching for answers in my features.
“You’re supposed to tell me everything,” she finally said in a small voice.
“I know, Sammie. I can’t tell you this one thing though. It’s not my information to tell.” The weight of keeping a secret from my sister was heavy like cinder blocks on my shoulders. I scrubbed my cheek with the heel of my hand and looked at her.
Her thick chocolate lashes looked impossibly long and shiny. They had to have been drawn on by an artist because they didn’t even look real. She didn’t look real.
I wet my lips with my tongue and told myself I was imagining the fact that Sammie zeroed in on my mouth like she was hungry. I was seeing things. Had to be.
“So, Papa is keeping a secret and you’re being dragged into it by default. I guess I’m not worth being kept in the know.”
“Stop being so fucking dramatic.” I couldn’t help reaching out and gripping her damp hair in my fist. Exposing her smooth throat made me feel like a predator.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scrub my brain clean from the dirty thoughts I was having about Sammie. “Santana…” she called once my hand had been tangled in her hair for a beat too long.
With a growl, I let her go and stood to my feet before I had a hard dick to talk down. “Look, I’m gonna get a drink.”
“I’m coming,” she said following behind me like she did when we were kids. After the incident where I cursed into her cute little teddy bear, she followed me everywhere when she knew I was about to make a bad decision. I realized that Sammie liked to watch.
Since she couldn’t be bad she wanted to have front row seats to watch me do it. I didn’t mind. She was my personal cheerleader, cheering me on to do fucked up shit I knew I’d get in trouble for.
It felt like those times again but something about it had an edge. It was a sharp edge that I knew would slice me up and ruin me for sure but I couldn’t keep myself away from it.
Evidently, neither could Sammie.
In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of Hennessy. When I offered Sammie a glass, she scrunched her cute nose up and shook her head. She was a white liquor girl but I loved brown. She looked at my glass with disdain before swaying her full hips past me to grab a bottle of tequila. My eyes fell to her ass like magnets to metal.
I rubbed my forehead but I didn’t take my eyes off her as she stood on her tiptoes to get a glass from the cabinet. I tipped my head to one side as the Hennessy burned its way down my throat, taking with it my inhibitions and morals.
I willed Sammie’s robe to inch up just a little more so I could have a view of her round ass.
So goddamn twisted, Santana.
The annoying voice in my head was back but with liquor working its way through my blood, it was easier to ignore it. “You could have offered to help me, you asshole.”
“I could have but I like watching you…” My words were traitorous, snatching back too much of the veil and revealing the truth. “I like watching you struggle,” I said trying to clarify. It was bullshit though.
Sammie set down the heavy-bottomed glass on the granite countertop and looked over her shoulder at me. Shiny strands of golden silk fell forward making her look ethereal. My dick twitched at the sight.
I snatched my stare away from her and looked at the bottom of my empty glass. “You’re drinking that straight?” She asked, gesturing to my glass with her own.
“Yeah. I mean unless I grew a uterus in the past ten minutes. Last time I checked, I was a man.” I flexed my pectoral muscles for her and she became hypnotized briefly before letting a sultry laugh escape her.
“All man…” She said, her voice throaty and thick. I lifted my eyebrow and let a smile bow my lips.
“Exactly.” I nodded my head and poured myself another drink. Sammie mixed hers with juice from the fridge and knocked back three glasses. I was on my fifth when I found myself wondering what she was really doing with that stupid motherfucker in her room earlier.
“Yo, Sam,” I said, relaxing in my seat. She sat across from me at the kitchen table, staring at me from hooded jewel green eyes. Her pouty pink lips curved into a smile.
“Yes?”
“What the fuck were you doing with that asshole in your room when I came home?”
“I told you, Santana,” she giggled into her nearly gone drink. I loved watching her laugh and giggle. Her entire face lit up. I wanted to be near that light…whatever it was.
“Come here.” I patted my lap and she finished what was in her glass and settled on top of me. Her mouth smelled like fruit and liquor and her hair smelled like some kind of tropical shampoo.
