CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Samira

Papa kept me on lockdown after Santana left the house. He had one of his men trail me every-fucking-where. He didn’t have to tell me, I could feel him stalking me wherever I went.

He even went as far as taking my phone so I couldn’t call or text Santana. I was living in hell. I missed Santana so much I couldn’t even see straight.

I kept my promise though. As long as he wasn’t welcome at home, I refused to talk to Papa. It made for one hell of an interesting graduation ceremony.

I made my speech as valedictorian without giving him a single glance or smile. When my name was called, I filed across the stage, took my diploma and went to my seat without acknowledging him in the crowd. Once everything was over, he yanked me by the arm to the grassy field where all the families were gathering for pictures, hugs, and gifts.

Through all the surrounding chatter, Papa’s voice rose above it. “Samira, this is ridiculous. You’re going to shun me on your graduation day?” His brows knitted tightly together as he drilled into me with his stare.

It was hard not to spew a million things at my father. I wanted to tell him how fucked up it was that he wouldn’t at least talk to us about our relationship so he could understand. I wanted to tell him that by freezing Santana out of my life, he made my life a living hell. It had been a week but it felt like years.

“Mija, I hate this shit. Please talk to me.” I never knew the silent treatment could crumble my father that way. He was jagged and hard. That’s always how I thought of him at least. I knew he loved Santana and me but I didn’t know we had the power to break him down. So when he looked at me with sad eyes and said, “You won’t talk to me, Santana won’t talk to me…I feel like my world is empty without you two.” It hit me a little harder than I expected. I didn’t show it though.

I tried not to let my lips tremble. I didn’t want him to see the tears begging to fall. I wanted him to feel how cold I was without Santana.

I turned on my heel and went to find some of my friends to take pictures with. Just to stall for time, I even took pictures with Erin. “You’ve been like a depressed Eyore lately, Sam, what’s up?” She asked once we were done using up all the Snapchat filters.

“Papa found out about my boyfriend,” I said.

“Oh shit. Did he kill him? Your dad always looked like the kind of guy that would cut someone without hesitation.” She laughed about it but my face was stone.

“He didn’t kill him. He forbade me to see him again though. I can’t sleep without him. It’s been really fucking rough.” I waved at a few kids calling out to me then looked over my shoulder to see if I could spot Papa. I hoped to God he would just leave.

“Aww, Sam. I’m sorry. Hey…I have an idea,” her brown eyes twinkled as she looked at me.

“What is it?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Come to my house. You can totally have your man come over and I won’t say a thing because I won’t be there. Kasey is throwing a huge party by the lake. My parents are gonna be at some retreat. They’re about to go home and pack up now so that means the house is all yours if you want it.”

All the irritation I had stored up toward Erin evaporated in a cloud of mist. I blinked a few times and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?” I quizzed, teetering on the edge of hope.

“Yeah, of course,” she chirped. “I figured you wanted to be with your man instead of at Kasey’s party.”

“You’re so right.” I let my shoulders drop a bit and I hugged her. “Erin, I’m sorry for being bitchy toward you.”

“You’re fine. Just tell Santana to call me. Or better yet, tell him to come to Kasey’s party and my place is all yours.”  Of course there was a catch and of course that catch was Santana. I fought off my eye roll and held out my hand for her phone. She grinned like a fox when she plopped it in my palm.

Me: Hey, it’s Sammie. I’m using Erin’s phone. If I text you an address will you show up?

Santana: Is this really Sammie? Tell me what happened on your fifteenth birthday.

Me: After my quinceañera, we snuck some of Papa’s liquor and stayed up all night laughing and talking about nothing.

Santana: Text me the address.

Butterflies took over my stomach, their wings beating rapidly. I handed Erin her phone after I deleted my messages to Santana and told her that he would try to come to Kasey’s party but I knew that was complete bullshit.

The only place Santana was coming was inside of me.

Erin made her way to Papa in the parking lot once the crowds died down, and begged him to let me come to the big party by the lake. “Everyone is going to be there Mr. Alvarez,” she whined and pressed her palms together.

Papa looked at Erin, then looked at me. “You want to go, mija? Then I want to hear you ask me.” He took a pull of his cigarette and turned his head so that he didn’t blow the smoke at Erin and me.

I knew what he was doing. I gritted my teeth and folded my arms across my chest. Erin nudged me and I rolled my eyes.

“Papa, can I go to the party?” I asked.

“You can go, Sam.”

Erin squealed beside me at his response. “I’m gonna tell Kasey.” Erin rushed off and I stood there looking at my father.

“Mija, why do I have to bribe you with a party in order for you to speak to me? Don’t you understand that I’m not doing this to be mean? Santana is your brother. The relationship you two have is…”

“Is amazing. It evolved into something nobody but us seems to understand. If we never speak to you again it’s because of the way tried to break us apart.” My words were sound and full of confidence. I meant everything I said.

I saw the pain in Papa’s face and it drew the air from my chest. I didn’t expect him to plan our wedding or anything because I knew that Santana and I were a jagged pill to swallow I just hated how dived we all were.

“I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want to lose Santana either. Help me understand, mija. Losing my family is worse than anything else I could imagine. I don’t want that.” I didn’t realize my hands were trembling until Papa took them in his. “I’m not saying I condone this relationship between you and Santana but I’ll do what I have to do in order to keep my kids…my family together.” His eyes shone with emotions but he didn’t let any tears fall. I nodded my head and launched against his solid body. He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. When we pulled apart, I assured him that we’d talk later then I head in the direction Erin walked off in.

On the way to find her, I started feeling bad about setting up a meeting with Santana. Papa was trying to come around even though he was still hurt and angry. I found Erin talking to Kasey and stood beside her.

“Hey, Sam!” Kasey chirped. “I can’t believe you’re coming to my party. It’s gonna be so litty.” I smiled and nodded my head then looked at Erin.

“Hey, can we head back to your place?” She checked her phone for the time then cringed.

“Yeah, I was supposed to get home in time to tell my parents goodbye. See you in a little while, Kasey.” We headed to Erin’s car and she sighed. “I hope I haven’t missed my parents. They left the graduation after I walked across the stage. They had to get ready for their retreat.”

“How long is the retreat?” I asked as we turned onto her street.

“Girl, it’s for the weekend. After Kasey’s party, I don’t have any plans. That’s why I hope Santana can come to this party. I’m hoping I can get him to hang with me for the weekend.” She pulled into her driveway and put the car in park.

“I know, I know…he has a girlfriend but a weekend won’t hurt,” she purred. Tension crept up my spine and spread out to my shoulders. I was a ball of tight muscle as we walked up to the front door.

In order not to snap on Erin, I had to ignore her chatter as we walked into her house. It smelled like vanilla and brown sugar. That was something I could concentrate on. If I focused on her going on and on about Santana things wouldn’t end well.

“Shit, I guess I missed my parents. I’ll call them later. Hey, I’m gonna take a shower and get dressed.” I heard Erin say once I finally tuned back in. I waited in her room and sent Santana a text while Erin took a shower.

Me: How soon can you be here?

Santana: I’ll be there in a half hour.

Me: Okay. I miss you.

Santana: I miss you too, Sammie. You have no fucking idea.

I pictured his handsome face in my mind and my chest squeezed. I wanted him in front of me. I hated how slowly time ticked.

Me: See you soon [kissy face]

I moved quickly to delete the texts. It was just in time too because Erin was done with her shower and walking back to her room after five minutes. She was in a hurry. I watched her flit around her room and closet until she had the perfect outfit.

Naturally, I approved it so that she wouldn’t take up any more time being indecisive. Personally, I wouldn’t have worn the dress she did but clearly, she was okay with it.

“Sam, are you sure I look okay?”

“Yes, girl. You look fine.”

“And you’re sure Santana is gonna try to come?” She batted her long lashes and I fought the urge to ball my fist up.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Erin.” I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth hard so that I didn’t spew out the petty shit I wanted to say.

“Okay then. I’ll see you later. Have fun girl.” She wiggled her fingers at me and I gave her the last phony smile I had in my tool belt. Luckily, she took it and practically skipped out of the house.

Ten minutes later, Santana walked through the door. My breath got caught on something in my chest on the way out. It felt like it had been months since I saw him.

My limbs wrapped around him and his tongue slid into my mouth. “Baby, wait…” I sighed against his lips. He drew his head back but didn’t put me down. “Papa is coming around. He wants to talk after the party. I kinda don’t want to sneak around before we talk to him.”

“Seriously?” He frowned. “You want to wait to talk to Pop when I haven’t seen you in a week, Sammie? I missed you like crazy.” I grinned at his words and rubbed the tip of my nose against his. He put me on my feet and I buried my face in his chest.

I smiled at his familiar and safe scent. I wanted to bathe in it. I wanted to wrap myself in it and never unravel.

“Let’s go to this party and then go talk to Papa, okay? If we can get things back the way they used to be that would make me so happy. I miss Papa and god knows I miss you.”

“Samira, I need to be inside of you, fucking you and making you scream. I miss the way your pussy smells and the way your flavor rolls around on my tongue. Thinking about you makes my mouth water.”

I just knew I was going to melt at Santana’s feet. My pussy pulsed between my thighs threatening to make me lose my balance. He was my religion and just the sight of him could bring me to my knees. I ached to slide my tongue against his and confess all my sins.

“Later, Santana,” I begged in between kisses to his lips. I could see him at war with himself but he finally gave in.

“Okay. Let’s get this fucking party over with, Sammie.” A bossy grin made its way to my face and I squealed a little. I love when he let me get my way.

***

The party was loud and obnoxious. Nothing like the parties I was used to. Brassy voices and laughter carried into the trees while girls stripped down to nothing but bikinis.

Santana looked over it as soon as we walked into the clearing by the lake. Erin bounced up to me and gave me a hug that had all the authenticity of a four-dollar bill. Then she went over to Santana. Now, that was a real hug. She rubbed his back and everything.

Santana gave her a one-arm hug and I tried not to yank her back by her shirt. “What are you doing here, Sam? I thought you were gonna use my house and hang out with your boyfriend?”

Santana eyed me and I noticed him swallow his laughter. “He wouldn’t text me back after I got to your house. I saw Santana on his way here and followed him,” I grinned.

“Oh…that sucks but I’m so glad Santana is here.” She ran her hand down his arm and he chuckled a little.

“So do I need my bathing suit?” I quizzed.

“Yeah of course, Sam. Why would we come to a party on the lake without bringing a bathing suit?” Erin scoffed then rolled her eyes a little before turning her attention to Santana. “You can change in Kasey’s lake house.” Her tone was back to being saccharine.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll be out in a second.” Santana headed inside and I found Kasey to ask her if she had any new bathing suits in her room.

“Yeah, of course, Sam. There’s a blue one in my closet with the tags still on. It’s yours.” Kasey was so damn happy I was at her party. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t staying long.

I only wanted to do what I told Papa I was going to do. I didn’t want to have anything weighing on my conscience. We were treading on thin ice as it was.

I headed inside Kasey’s lake house and went upstairs looking for her room. I could tell I found it when I saw a pretty script K on the wall of one of the rooms I looked in. I went to the closet and flipped through her clothes until I found her bathing suit stash near the back. I pulled out the blue bikini she directed me to and got dressed.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on her door. I beamed when I pulled it open and saw Santana.

“You’re just taking your shirt off?” I asked, folding my arms and laughing.

“I don’t have trunks.” He shrugged and his muscles flexed. I wet my lips with my tongue and pressed my thighs together. I tried not to squirm under his gaze while he let his dark eyes rake over me.

“Fuck, you look good in that bikini, Sammie.” He adjusted his growing erection and I couldn’t help colliding with him. We tangled in a torrid kiss that made my nipples stand at attention.

“I missed you…” I poked my bottom lip out and Santana pulled it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until I felt warmth trickle out of me. It had been far too long since I touched him.

“I know,” he smiled.

“You know?” I grinned incredulously. “How do you know I missed you, Santana?”

“Because I can smell your sweet pussy in the air.” He pushed me back on the bed and my legs opened for him automatically. His strong fingers rubbed my pussy through my bikini bottoms and I tossed my head back while he massaged my clit torturously slow.

“I missed how stiff your clit stands up for me, Sammie.” He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. The only thing between me and Satana’s perfect mouth were those stupid fucking bikini bottoms.

When I felt him untying the sides, I moaned with relief. I was going to die if I didn’t feel him. I groaned when I felt his tongue licking and his lips sucking. I rolled my hips and tried to drive his tongue deep inside of me. Santana wanted to show me how much he missed me though so he refused to move from my clit.

I was shaking and trembling in no time. Only Santana knew how to pull orgasms out of me in minutes. He’d spent more than a month studying my body and he was already a master.

“So fucking sweet and so fucking juicy, Sammie. Damn.” The vibrations from his deep voice made me tingle. My toes had minds of their own as they wiggled and stretched. I pushed my hand through his hair and gripped it in my fist.

I pulled him up to my lips and kissed him slow and deep. “You still wanna wait until you see Pop?” He bucked against my wet pussy and I moaned. It was so fucking animalistic that I didn’t recognize myself.

“Fuck. No,” I said, locking my legs around his waist.

Santana’s thick dick stretched me until I felt almost uncomfortably full. I squirmed and whined beneath him. He didn’t move until I relaxed around him. He slid deeper inside of me, and my eyes crossed for a second. I just wanted him to run out of dick because it was getting harder to breathe.

Pressure swelled inside of me competing with lung space while black dotted my vision. Santana drilled into me until the bed beneath us squeaked. Sweat rolled down my back and it dotted his brow.

“Oh god, Santana,” I cried out, digging my nails into his back. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum all over this dick, Sammie.” Almost on his command, my body squeezed and the bubble of pressure inside of me popped.

I was sticky sweet sugar racing down Santana’s shaft. I felt his cock thicken even more between my tight walls then I felt him filling me with his seed. It was always the best feeling in the world.

I started to picture what our kids would look like and how many we’d have. I was in so deep with him that sometimes I couldn’t tell night from day. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp gasp coming from the doorway.

“Holy shit, Samira.” Erin stood in the hall with her hands over her mouth as she placed one foot behind the other backing away from the room. Santana’s dick was still throbbing inside of me.

Santana slid out of me and grabbed his pants. The curtains swayed and the light fixture on the ceiling shook a little while he hopped around trying to get his other leg in. It was an awkward moment but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go talk to your damn friend,” he sighed. I nodded and rushed after her. I caught her right before she hit the front door.

“Erin, wait a minute,” I called out. She spun to look at me with wide brown eyes. “Please don’t say anything.”

“It all makes sense now.” She snapped her fingers and gestured to me. “You kept being so uptight about me talking to your brother because you’re talking to your brother. Fuck. Do you know how that looks, Sam?”

“Of course I know how it fucking looks but…I don’t care.” I responded while my heart pounded in my ears.

“Then why don’t you want me to tell anyone?” She quizzed.

“Because it’s not the right time.”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re fucking Santana.” Now, she was laughing and shaking her head. “I mean I don’t blame you at all because that man is fine as fuck. Also, he’s not even your blood brother so…he’s kinda fair game.” At that point, she was talking more to herself than me. All the pieces were falling into place for her.

“Erin,” I said, snapping my finger in front of her face. “Please, promise me you won’t say anything. It’s not the right time. I mean, I don’t mind if everyone finds out eventually but not right now.”

She stared at me for a moment as if she were weighing the options in her head. She could gain major popularity and throw me under the bus if she went out there and told everyone what me and Santana were doing in Kasey’s lake house. On the other hand, we were done with high school and we were all going to different colleges. High school popularity didn’t matter anymore.

“Okay, I won’t say anything but who the fuck am I going to spend my weekend with?” We walked onto the porch and she stared at me like she really expected me to solve her hook up problems.

We walked out to the lake clearing and I spotted a familiar pair of blue eyes locking on to me. I tipped my head back and groaned as I studied the hundreds of green leaves on the oak trees.

An idea cracked me on the forehead and I looked at Erin. “Hey, go talk to Brady,” I told her with a nudge.

“Brady?” She laughed a little until she realized I was serious. “I mean, he’s cute but…”

“He’s cute and his tongue is amazing. I swear. It’s enough for you to have a little fun at least.” I rocked back and forth on my feet and hoped she would take the bait.

“He’s always staring at you though,” she pointed out. I rolled my eyes at her observation and gestured to him.

“I told him I don’t want him. He needs a distraction. You need something fun to do this weekend. Come on, Erin.” I whined, clasping my hands together.

“Okay fine. He is cute. Maybe I can teach him a little bit of stroke game. I heard from the other girls he’s lacking in that department.”

“Yeah, you heard right,” I laughed. I felt a pair of familiar arms around my middle and I smiled. I’d know Santana’s touch anywhere. It was strong and steady like the thump of a drum and it was a feeling that coursed through my veins like honey. Slow and sweet.

I had to realize that there were other eyes around though. We weren’t alone like I wished we were. I cleared my throat and slid out of Santana’s grasp leaving him with a sinfully handsome frown. His full lips turned down at the corners as if being away from me weighed down his expression.

“People,” I whispered. Erin glanced at us then at Brady who was one of those people that I wished weren’t around.

“I’m gonna go see what’s up with Brady. You two kids try not to get into any trouble.” Erin winked before bouncing over to Brady making sure her tits were spilling over her bikini top. Not like she needed to put in that much effort for Brady, he was a creep and any attention he got was welcome.

“Hey, let’s take a dip in the lake and then I want to leave. I want to talk to Papa. The way he looked after graduation is seared into my head and I can’t get it out.”

“How did he look?” Santana asked, lifting an unconvinced eyebrow. His eyes smoldered even when he wasn’t trying. They were the color of coffee and they pumped energy into me just the same.

“Sad. Broken. Lonely.” I rattled off words to frame the way Papa stared at me.

“He should be,” Santana fumed. His jaw ticked and it felt like at any second he could blow up. I had to get Papa and Santana in the same room. We needed to talk this shit out. It wasn’t getting any easier.

“You have to play nice. He’s willing to at least try and understand. He’s our father, hermano.” Something dark and wild flashed in Santana’s coffee pools. It was so rich and delicious that I wanted to gorge myself on it with no regrets.

“What did you call me, Sammie?” He grumbled and the sound of it made me slick with desire. God, he set me on fire. He was a habitual arsonist and my body was his favorite thing to set ablaze. Heat licked my neck as I stared at him.

“Hermano,” I said again, finding a stronger voice…one that could stand up to the power in his. I blinked and he was in front of me, his warm mouth so painfully close to my ear that if he dared to lick his lips my earlobe would be an innocent bystander caught between tongue and teeth.

“After the way I fucked you and filled your tight little pussy up, you really think it’s smart to still call me your brother, Sammie?”

“What else am I supposed to call you?” I asked, playing with the fire that burned so bright inside of him.

“Daddy.” His tongue darted out and slid down the curve of my ear. A blanket of shivers wrapped around me and I felt my knees turn from solid bone and cartilage to liquid.

“Daddy?” A smirk lifted one side of my mouth. “Is it mandatory?”

“It’s not up for debate but it’s cute that you asked. Now, let’s get in the lake. I dashed away from him and his laughter climbed high in the trees. It was like everyone else at the party vanished and the only ones there were me and Santana.

The cool lake water warmed as it inched up my thighs and circled my waist. Everyone else was scattered and talking in groups like they were too cool to get in.

Good.

That meant I could steal glances at how toned and hard Santana’s body was. Not being able to wrap my arms around him gnawed at me but the way he eye-fucked me tore into me with relentless fangs.

My eyes swept the placid lake to find a few scattered people where the water lapped at gnarled and thick tree roots. Nobody was watching us.

“No,” Santana said as if he were reading my mind.

“No, what?” I pouted.

“No to what you’re thinking right now, Sammie. You wanted to lay low so we’re going to lay low.” His giant hand crashed down, slicing through the surface of the water, drenching me. My eyes snapped shut and my mouth hung open in shock.

“You asshole!” I shrieked. A laugh bubbled up from inside of me as I waged a water war against him. Our laughter must have been infectious because before I knew it, everyone wanted in on the water fight. Just like that, we were no longer alone in the lake and I had to share a piece of my paradise with most of my senior class.

I was over it.

While everyone splashed around in the water, I slipped out after telling Kasey I had to leave. Santana was right behind me.

The second we were alone in his truck, I consumed him with a kiss. My lips were slow and cautious on his at first. We were still around people even though we were much more removed. The intensity of his hands riding my waist and gripping my ass unraveled my trepidation, revealing hunger and lust beneath the façade.

Soon our tongues were dancing while Santana’s thick fingers slid in and out of my pussy as I straddled him.

In and out.

Up and down.

Slow, torturous circles around my aching clit.

I shook with an unrelenting orgasm while pleasure seized my joints and melted them like a hot knife through butter. “Oh…my god,” I moaned but my syllables were broken apart by shudders.

“My dick is so fucking hard right now, Sammie. As soon as we’re done talking to Pop, I’m going to fuck you until you’re swimming in the stars. I want to watch you black out from pleasure.” His teeth nipped at my lips right before he painted them with my slick arousal.

My tongue slid out to taste the flavor. It was totally involuntary. I just needed to taste the way he made me cum. I needed to taste how Santana made me feel from the inside out.

“Let’s hurry the fuck up and go home,” I sighed.

***