Page 67 of Nocturnal Sins
“No. Just be home.” I ended the call and headed to my car.
“Sam! Wait up.” I heard Kasey running over to me with the sound of several other footsteps rushing behind her. She crashed against me, wrapping her arms around my body in a huge hug. The other girls joined in lending their warmth to the group hug.
“I’m so fucking sorry Erin did that to you on your birthday. Well…your almost birthday. We don’t care if you and Santana are together. I never knew he was your stepbrother. Erin should have never ousted you two like that if it was a secret. That was fucked up. She deserved to get her nose broken.”
“Shit…is it broke?” I frowned, feeling the burn in my aching knuckles.
“Yeah, pretty sure that shit is broken. It was bleeding all over the carpet and she won’t stop crying. We’re not staying here with her. Fuck that.
We might all be catty but we’re still sisters and we don’t treat each other like that. She was out of line. All that matters is that you’re happy.”
I wrapped Kasey in another hug and let out a short laugh full of relief. I didn’t know what the squad would think of me after Erin told my business but I also realized in that split second that I didn’t care. “Thank you, Kasey. Thank you, girls.” I went down the line hugging them all.
“Where are you going? You need your girls to hang out with you?” Kasey asked.
“Nah…not right now,” I told her.
“She’s going to see her man. She’s not thinking about us right now. I know if it was my birthday I’d be all over my man.” One of the other girls snapped her fingers and I laughed a little. She was right though. I wanted to be with my man. Fuck everything else.
***
I climbed the steps to Santana’s apartment in ten seconds flat. Before I could even knock on the door, he pulled it open and grabbed me in his arms. I let out a pent-up breath and melted into his bulky frame.
“Santana…” I said, burying my face in his chest.
“What happened?” He stood back and held my face in his giant hands, examining me.
“Erin told the entire fucking cheer squad about us. She’s such a two-faced bitch. She made everything seem like it was fine. Like she was going to keep her motherfucking mouth shut about walking in on us. She was just waiting for the right time to drop the bomb.” My hand throbbed with the memory of cracking into her damn face. It was probably the most satisfying thing I’d ever done.
“Fuck…are you okay?” Santana asked. We made our way to the bedroom and I crawled in his big bed and sat in the middle.
“I guess. It was just such a shock. I should have known better though. Erin has always been shady as fuck.”
“What did you do, Sammie? I know your temper. You’re cool for the most part but that dark streak is scary.” His coffee eyes studied mine. He climbed on the bed with me and pulled me over to him until I was nestled between his long legs. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and I felt like the safest girl in the world. His clean laundry and fresh deodorant smell enveloped me and just like that we were in our own little bubble. Erin seemed so far away.
“I cursed her out and I may have broken her nose. I can’t confirm that though.” I stretched my fingers out and they screamed in pain. It was starting to settle in deeper now. Santana held my hand up and stared at it for a few moments in silence.
“You punched her in the fucking face?” I could hear his deep voice bouncing around in his chest. The pride emanating from him made me smile. “I hope you broke her nose in a million pieces. Fuck her and fuck people like her. She’s jealous.” He set my hand down after kissing it then he traced the soft hairs lying against my forehead as he kissed my temple.
“I’m glad you stood up for yourself but I’m glad you stood up for us too, Sammie. I’m tired of hiding what we have. I’m insanely in love with you and I know damn well I’m not going to ever feel like this about anyone else. I want to tell the entire universe how you make me feel.
I want all your friends to know, all my friends, Pop’s friends too,” he laughed a bit and so did I. My entire body was buzzing from his words. I turned to face him, kneeling up so that we were eye to eye. “You’ve always been my heart, Samira but now you’ve taken over my bones and my cells too. You’re a part of my DNA. There’s nothing anyone could ever do to unweave me from you. You know that?” He tipped my chin up and I wondered if he could see the way my eyes sparkled right before I let the tears fall.
“I know. You’re stuck with me too, Santana.” I straddled him and draped my arms over his shoulders. “You’re the only person who makes me feel like anything is possible.” I slid the tip of my nose against his and shut my eyes before falling deep into a kiss with him. His lips were so gentle and his tongue explored my mouth like it was his first time kissing me. The feeling swept me off my feet. I was dizzy with love.
When he pulled away from me, I frowned. I never wanted that feeling to end. “Happy birthday, Sammie,” he smiled. He turned my head toward the clock in his room and, sure enough, it read 12:00 AM. It was officially my birthday. “Make a birthday wish.”
“Don’t need to. My wish was to be with you.” I pushed my hands through his thick silky hair and we kissed again. That time it was full of heat. The kind that swallowed you the moment you walked outside in July.
My core throbbed incessantly and I knew the only thing that would cure the unrelenting thump was Santana’s dick deep inside of me. I lifted up and pulled off my shorts, tossing them aside. I didn’t want any barriers between us. He was so hard and I needed to feel that.
When his long, wide fingers spread my pussy lips open, I whined and rocked against him. I wondered if that was how drug addicts felt right before they took a hit. He stroked my clit slowly with his fingertip and I rolled my hips.
“It’s your birthday, Sammie tell Daddy how you want to take this dick.” I watched as he stroked himself and I forgot to answer him for a minute. Santana’s cock was so mesmerizing.
“I want to ride you until your toes curl,” I purred. His grip tightened around my waist and his warm mouth found my tits. He nibbled and sucked on them until I was trembling on top of him. “Please fuck me, Santana. Stop playing.” Whenever I was that close to him I turned into a brat if I didn’t get what I wanted and I always wanted to make love to him. Always.
“Slide that pretty pussy on my dick, Princess.” I yelped at how hard he grabbed my ass but the deep ache felt so good sinking into my muscle. I eased on top of his cock and we both groaned with relief. Santana was a freshwater stream while the rest of the world was a barren desert. He was my refuge and safety every time.
