Page 34 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Samira
Uncle Dom spent hours at the house gawking at me like he’d never seen a girl with tits and ass in a cheer uniform before. I wanted to change clothes but I was scared I’d see him peeping through my bedroom door. I knew for a fact that Santana would break his jaw if he caught him doing something stupid like that but Uncle Dom had a gun on him at all times. I knew that before I knew what Papa’s business really was.
“I’m sorry about my uncle crashing the afternoon,” I sighed, as I drove Erin back home. We’d planned to work together on her moves for the charity event but never got close.
“It’s cool,” she shrugged in the passenger seat. “At least I got to look at Santana. He is so damn fine.” She swooned with her hands clutching her chest like her heart might pop out any moment.
I tried not to turn possessive but it was hard. I faked a smile and said, “So, we’ll try this again tomorrow. At least it’ll be Saturday.”
“This is true,” she grinned. “Will your brother be home? I need to know how low-cut my shirt should be.”
“I don’t know. He’ll probably be at the restaurant. So, I was thinking that on the breakdown part it’ll be easier if I slow down the…”
“Does Santana have a girlfriend?” Erin blurted, cutting me off. I narrowed my gaze and turned to look at her once I came to a stop behind a red light.
“Why?” I asked through gritted teeth. A dull thrum started at the base of my neck and radiated up to my skull.
“I’m gonna try to work my magic on him.” She pulled down the mirror and reapplied her lip gloss. Irritation plucked every nerve in my body. I wrung the steering wheel in my hands in order to not snap on my friend.
I didn’t want to rip her a new one but the way she was sniffing around Santana pissed me off. “Don’t work anything on him.” I turned down Erin’s street and scanned the houses for hers. I wanted her out of my car before my territorial ego became too big to reel in.
“Stop being so overprotective of your brother, Sam,” she laughed. I wasn’t laughing though. I also cringed a little inside when she called him my brother. Ever since we started fucking around, he became something different.
I pulled into her driveway and hit the brakes hard on purpose so that her head jerked forward. Her silver hoops clanked as she braced herself against the dashboard. “Shit, Sam. Are you okay?” Erin’s brows pulled together creating a line down the space in the middle.
“Oh, I’m fine. Let’s meet up tomorrow and practice.”
“O…kay,” she blinked a few times to pull herself together then grabbed her bags and got out. “Tell your fine brother I’ll see him tomorrow.” Her giggle made me want to vomit but also in the back of my mind was a deep dark pulse that told me to put my fist through her face.
What the fuck was that about?
I was no stranger to evil streaks and I could definitely be catty when the need arose but I’d never felt so…violent before. I had to get the fuck away from Erin before I did or said something I’d regret. I had a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t really regret anything that I did though.
I revved the engine before speeding out of the driveway and down the street. What was wrong with me? I’d never been so possessive over a guy before. Santana wasn’t just any guy though. He was every-fucking-thing.
I loved him.
When I got home, I was glad to see that Dom left. I didn’t want to have to give him another hug because he held on for too long and slid his hand too fucking low. I wanted to chop them off at the wrists.
“Did Papa call you?” I asked Santana when I walked in.
“No. He sent me a text though. He’ll be home in an hour. I want to talk to him about Dom. I don’t like him gawking and drooling all over you. It was so hard not to kill him.”
“Ugh, I know. I wanted to strangle Erin on the way back to her house,” I confessed, heading into my room. “She kept talking about how fine you are.” I pulled off my uniform and stood there wearing only my bra and panties. Santana’s angry scowl melted and a look of fractured desire replaced it.
He was turned on but something else was tugging his thoughts in another direction. In the next blink, I knew what it was. I moved around him and grabbed a dress from the closet to put on.
“I shouldn’t have told you I loved you, Santana. Not that way. I’m sorry if I made things awkward.” I nibbled on my bottom lip and Santana looked at me. I mean he really took in every inch of me from the messy ponytail down to my pink painted toes.
I wore a simple white dress but he made me feel naked. His ebony stare burned the threads from my curves, leaving me bare. I fidgeted in his presence.
“Sammie, you didn’t make anything awkward.” In one step, he closed the gap of space between us. His fingers brushed wisps of hair behind my ear and goosebumps blanketed my shoulders.
“You’re torn though. I can see it in your eyes.” I touched the sides of his warm face and rested my lips against his. Touching him grounded me to the earth. I felt like if I didn’t touch him, I would float away.
Santana made me feel something.
