Sarah
The erotic dream Sarah thought she’d been having turned out to be more real than she imagined. Her trembling body woke in ecstasy to find Angel’s head between her spread open legs as the spasms of pleasure shot through her body, and she arched her back in reaction. She ran her fingers through his hair while her barely awake mouth let out an unabashed moan as Angel slowed the glorious rhythm of his tongue. The spasms came again and again, and Sarah had to wonder how she’d possibly slept through the beginning of it.
Remembering the night they’d had, she smiled in satisfaction as he kissed her one last time, and she began coming down from the amazing climax. Now she remembered and it made sense. After last night, they’d both finally passed out completely spent.
“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly as Angel scooted up and lay down next to her.
“Good morning, baby.” With that beautiful smile and those dimples that owned her heart completely, Angel smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. “I hope that wasn’t too rude of a wake-up call. I just couldn’t help myself.”
Sarah laughed softly, still trying to catch her breath, the tingling throughout her body not even close to settling down. “Trust me. You’ll never hear me complain.”
Snuggling up next to her, Angel wrapped his arms around her from behind tightly and groaned, burying his face in her neck before kissing it. “You have no idea how good it felt to wake up and realize I was still here with you.”
Sarah groaned too as he squeezed her even tighter. “Well, you don’t have to guess what waking up like that was like for me.” She turned her to face him with a very satisfied smile. “That was mind-blowing,” she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips.
“You tired?” he asked. “I can make you breakfast while you sleep a little longer.”
“I don’t think I can sleep, but I am hungry,” she said with an excited smile.
Last night’s exhausting evening and night and then this morning’s wakeup call had really helped work up an appetite.
“French toast?” he asked with a knowing smile, and she nodded immediately.
He sat up. “I can make it for you while you get that email together for your brother. I know you said you were anxious about that. I think the sooner you get it done and out of your system the sooner you can relax.”
That actually sounded like a plan. French toast was her favorite, and Angel’s kick-ass French toast far surpassed her own. “My mom just bought a new loaf of Texas toast bread.”
“Cool,” he said, already getting up. “Then French toast for my baby it is.”
They threw on some shorts and T-shirts. Angel headed out into the kitchen while Sarah gathered her laptop then went and sat on a bar stool at the kitchen counter.
“Do you already know what you’re gonna say?” Angel asked as he whisked eggs in a bowl.
“Sort of,” she said, staring at the blank email. “I wanna keep it simple but at the same time tell him a little about myself since I do know about him. I was also thinking of sending him a photo of myself.” She glanced up, not sure what to expect from Angel, but he didn’t even look up from the eggs he was whisking. “It only seems fair, you know? I know what he and my dad look like. I was thinking of doing the same with my dad’s email.”
It still felt weird referring to Omar as dad, but Angel was right. Technically, that’s what he was. Angel’s reaction surprised her. Since he was always so cautious and doubtful, she expected him to maybe discourage it. Instead, he shrugged as he dipped the bread into the egg, not even looking up. “That sounds about right. Wouldn’t take much for him to look you up and find any photos you may have online anyway.”
This was true. She had a ton of photos on herself on several of her social media sites. If Leonardo were really as anxious about meeting her as her dad said, he probably had already seen her photos.
Feeling a little more at ease about this now that Angel wouldn’t be trying to talk her out of it, she started searching through her photos. Angel cooked quietly for a while as she obsessed about what photo to send him. She wanted something simple but current. She finally narrowed it down to two. One of her standing against Angel’s new car he’d gotten last year. She was dressed simply enough in jeans and a strappy summer top or the one of her sitting on a hammock holding Romero’s uncles’ fat cat. The size of that fuzzy thing might make an interesting yet safe and impersonal topic to talk about.
It was silly really how she’d dismissed every single one of the photos she’d considered sending. It was always for the stupidest reasons.
Any of the ones of her in her track uniform: He might think she’s showing off her running skills.
Most of the ones with her on the beach: Showing too much skin. She was his long lost sister, not a potential online suitor.
The group photos with all of Angel’s family and friends: Too showy. He might think her a braggart about the amount of friends she had.
She kissed Angel and thanked him as he set the plate with French toast down next to her laptop and sat down next to her. “Is that the one you’re sending him?” Angel said, looking at the photo on the screen. “Of you holding Flea?”
She crinkled her nose and turned to him. “That’s a simple enough one, right?”
“Sure, why not? A photo of you petting your—” Angel was distracted when his cell phone on the other side of the counter buzzed.
He stood up and walked around leaving Sarah with the thought of her petting her— Then it hit her as she jerked her face back at the photo of her, smiling big. The big fluffy cat sat on her lap as her open palm slid over its fur: She was sending Leonardo a photo of herself petting her pussy.
Feeling her face instantly fire up, she closed the photo out but at the same time had to hold in the laughter. Yeah, that’s the kind of conversation she wanted to elicit. Okay X that photo too. God, she was ridiculous.
“What’s so funny?” Angel asked, walking back towards her.
Shaking her head a little too hard, Sarah wiped the silly smile she didn’t even realize was plastered across her face. “Nothing,” she said, unable to suppress the small laugh that escaped her.
Angel glanced curiously at her laptop screen as he set his phone down on the counter. The photo of her leaning against Angel’s car was now the one on the screen. “That’s a cute one. What’s so funny about it?”
Feeling her face get even hotter, she shook her head again. No way was she telling him why she was laughing. He’d think she was as ridiculous as she was feeling. “I just need to stop obsessing about what stupid photo to send him and write the email already. This one is good enough.”
Clicking on the screen to get back to her email screen, she opened up a blank email and started to type. She wasn’t going to fixate about this either. Angel took the stool next to her and ate silently, texting between bites as Sarah worked on the email.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Sarah was proud she’d written a simple enough email without over thinking every sentence. She attached the photo and sent if off. “Done,” she said with a proud and very satisfied smile. “Now I just respond to my dad that I sent Leonardo an email, and I’m done with this.” She glanced at Angel, who smiled at her as she stuck another fork full of his heavenly French toast in her mouth. She savored it as she chewed then inhaled deeply after swallowing. “These are delicious by the way,” she said, leaning over and kissing him. “Thanks for taking over breakfast while I knocked this out.”
“Anything for you,” he said, squeezing her thigh.
She hadn’t even finished sending out the email to her dad when her inbox dinged with a reply from Leonardo. For a second, she wondered if maybe it was an auto out-of-the-office response. To her surprise, it was a response to her email already.
“Oh wow,” she said as she clicked on it and saw it wasn’t even a short response. It was rather long. “That was fast.”
Angel turned to her. “What was?”
“Leonardo already responded to my email.”
“The one you just sent him?” Angel asked his tone as bemused as she felt.
“Yeah.”
Angel scooted over to take a look, and she opened it big on her screen and read it.
Sarah,
Funny that you’d email me right this minute. I added this message to the top of this email because I was about to hit send on the email I’d just written to you when yours came through. I just copy pasted what I was going to send you to this one. I’ll comment on your email at the end of this.
Hey, Sis!
I know I’m supposed to be waiting to hear from you, but I’m not sure if “Dad” told you I’m an impatient one. I’ve been dying to connect with you for a while. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve stalked your social media sites and checked out anything you don’t have set to private.
First of all, I think I’m allowed to say this. I have a beautiful sister. Your eyes. Jesus, I should’ve been ready for them, considering Omar’s are just as green. Don’t tell him, but I think they’re far more flattering on you than him. Ha!
Second, I know Omar said you’re a little gun shy about all this, and I totally understand. I won’t push to rush this or anything. If you’d prefer to get to know each other this way for a while, maybe Skype or FaceTime, I can do either. Just let me know when and we’ll set it up.
I know Omar told you a little about me already, but let me elaborate. I’ll be twenty next month. I go to school in Phoenix, but that’s not really working out. I guess I’m not much of a school kind of guy. I’ll be taking a break from school this semester and checking out what else is out there for me. I’m thinking of taking the test for the LAPD. Omar already said he has my back if I want to go out there and stay with him while I try and pursue that, and I just might take him up on the offer. This means we’ll only be a few hours away from each other. I don’t have any other blood siblings, so you’re it, girl. This is why I’m so anxious to get with you and catch up. Okay, I said I wouldn’t push, so I’ll leave it at that and hope I hear from you soon.
That’s where I had ended my email before yours came through. As for your email, this confirms you want to take it slow, and I’m cool with that. You mentioned Skype. Let’s set it up! And the photo. I know I already said it up there, but I’ll say it again. Beautiful. =)
Thanks so much for the email. It totally made my day. Let me know when you want to set up the Skype chat. REALLY looking forward to that!
Already excited about hearing from you again!
Your brother How cool is that? ;)
Leo
Sarah turned to Angel, who was still reading, and waited for him to finish. When he did, he turned to her with an unreadable expression. “He’s anxious.”
Nodding, she smiled big. For as much as she was trying, Sarah couldn’t hide her giddiness over this. The butterflies in her belly were going nuts, and for the first time since she first heard about her father and brother looking for her, it was finally sinking in. She really had a sibling who was just as anxious to get to know her as she now felt about getting to know him.
After chatting with Angel for a few more minutes about it then cleaning up the kitchen together, Sarah and Angel jumped in the shower together and got ready for work. They were both scheduled for the noon shift at the restaurant.
Their shower was everything she’d expected—intoxicatingly arousing. She could hardly stand it as he’d kissed her deeply, his fingers alone doing things to her that nearly had her exploding. Then he lifted her against the shower wall with conviction, and she wrapped her legs around his waist eagerly. He slowed it down at first, and he stared into her eyes with that intense and lustful gaze he always wore when they were together like this. He took it so slowly at first it was driving her insane.
“Leo’s right,” he said, kissing her and sucking her lips as he lifted her a little higher. “My girl. . .” He thrust into her so deeply she moaned loudly, dropping her head back. Angel took the open invitation to suck her neck hard as he continued to thrust into her faster and even harder. “My girl is beautiful.” Nipping at her neck with his teeth, he thrust into her one last time as Sarah cried out in ecstasy. “So damn beautiful.”
~~~
Even though they’d been up early, their time in the shower had run a bit longer than they’d anticipated, and they were nearly late to work. Both were still in the back room of the restaurant, putting on their aprons, when Alex rushed in and stopped cold when he saw Sarah.
Sarah smiled, hoping the strange expression he wore wasn’t because he was mad about them being a little late. “I’ll be right out,” she said, hurrying to finish tying her apron.
“I thought you were off today,” he said, walking over to the schedule on the wall.
“No.” Sarah slowed, wondering if somehow she’d mixed up her scheduled days.
Angel peeked over Alex’s shoulder. “That’s tomorrow’s schedule, ass.” He laughed, looking back at Sarah and shaking his head. “Ready?”
Alex muttered something Sarah couldn’t make out, but she followed Angel out to the front of the restaurant without saying anything. Angel headed toward the bar while Sarah went straight to the front to let the hostess, Melanie, know her section was now open for seating. Two girls were the only ones waiting at the front, and Sarah grabbed two menus and dinner settings. “I can take them back,” she said to the hostess. “Is it just the two of them?”
“No, they’re not waiting for a table,” Melanie said then smirked, looking away from the girls. “They’re waiting for Alex.”
Sarah’s eyes shot open and began putting the menus back as she turned to the girls casually. Both were average height, dark haired, and dressed casually in shorts and tanks, but now that Sarah got a better longer look, she saw that both were very curvaceous and their short shorts left little to the imagination. Not to mention they both were top heavy and the tanks each chose to wear showed their assets off well. They even looked alike, and Sarah wondered if they were sisters. As casual as they seemed just moments ago, she knew if Valerie had anything to say about them she’d probably say they looked like sluts.
Alex walked out and met them, and if Sarah didn’t know any better, she’d think he was avoiding eye contact with her. “Enrique just texted me, Mel,” he said, looking exclusively at Melanie. “He’s around the corner. He was just running late, but he’ll be here to cover for me all day.”
Finally, he glanced at Sarah, who tried not to, but raised a brow in question. She knew as well as anyone that neither he nor Valerie had made any promises. But judging by the look on his face, he was thinking the same thing Sarah already knew. Valerie would be furious about this. He took the day off to hang out with not one but two girls after he’d all but ignored her for over a week?
To her surprise, Alex took a step closer to her and lowered his voice. “It’s not . . .” He looked away, a bit frustrated, and she now knew what the muttering was about in the back room. He hadn’t anticipated having to explain this to anyone. “It’s not what it looks like, okay?”
She stared at him then glanced back at the girls. Shrugging, she glanced back at him. “That you took the day off to spend it with them?”
“Yeah, but—”
They both turned when Angel walked out from the dining room into the small entrance. “We busy?” he asked, glancing at the waiting girls.
Just then a group of people walked in and another behind them. Sarah began reaching for the menus again. “Lunch crowd is gonna start,” she said.
Frowning, Alex turned away without finishing his explanation about the girls then walked out with them. “Isn’t he scheduled to be here today?” Angel asked Melanie.
“He switched with Enrique,” Sarah said with a lift of a brow. “I guess he had other things to tend to.” She turned to Melanie. “How many?”
“Six,” Melanie informed her, motioning to the group of patrons.
Sarah turned to them with a smile after grabbing the six menus and dinnerware. “Right this way,” she said, her eyes meeting with Angel’s somewhat annoyed expression.
There was no way Sarah would ever hold Alex’s actions against Angel. Her wonderful boyfriend had more than proven himself to be nothing like his brother when it came to commitment. Still, even though he’d never said it outright, Angel had a bit of a chip on his shoulder that maybe Sarah secretly thought he had it in him to be like Alex. She was certain he was thinking that her seeing things like this—Alex leaving with not one but two girls—didn’t help.
Sarah and Angel’s relationship, while seemingly perfect thus far, had by no means been a walk in the park. They’d had their share of drama, including the older girls in college who’d been waiting for Alex’s little brother to arrive on campus. Sarah had thought Dana pushy, but the girl didn’t hold a candle to the older girls who’d literally attempted to seduce the younger less-experienced Moreno brother more than once. This, knowing full well he was in a committed relationship. It didn’t help that some of these bitches were also cheerleaders like Dana. Only unlike Dana it wasn’t just one game a year they got to be around him. They were there at every game—home and away. At their away games, Angel hung out with Alex and the rest of the team afterwards. Sarah tried her damnedest to have faith that Angel would never fall into the temptation of some of these whores. From what Valerie had told her, it wasn’t just the frat parties that got crazy. The football after parties got pretty raunchy too with drunk girls flashing their tits, putting on a show for the guys by making out with each other, and then ultimately offering themselves up to them, sometimes in a form of a threesome.
“I know you trust Angel,” Valerie had said more than once. “But I think even a saint would be tempted by some of the things these skanks offer up so easily. Seriously, how many guys can pass up a girl rubbing her tits up in his face and offering to suck him like a porn star?”
Valerie had also said it was a good thing that Angel was in agreement that neither he nor Sarah would frequent these parties solo. The exception seemed to be away games. The whole team would hang out somewhere after the game that would inevitably turn into what Angel and Alex referred to as a “hang out” not a party. But it had all the makings of a party from the photos Valerie had showed her that got posted all over the Internet: booze, music, and an endless array of drunken girls flashing their goods. Angel’s defense was always “It didn’t start off that way. We were just hanging out and more and more people started showing up.” Then he’d follow up his statement with “I left as soon as things started getting crazy.”
A few hours into Sarah’s shift, while she took a quick break in the back, drinking her vegetable fruit juice straight from the plastic bottle, Angel walked in hugging her from behind. He confirmed what she knew he might be annoyed or even worried about. “Just so you know,” he said, nuzzling the side of her face. “Regardless of the agreement Alex and Val have, I’d never approve of him messing with her head. It’s one thing if he did these things openly and didn’t care who knew. Obviously, he didn’t think you’d be here today, or I’m certain he wouldn’t have brought those girls in.”
“He started to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like,” Sarah said, turning around to face him, and tilted her head. “Why do you think he does this if he does care about it getting back to Valerie?”
Angel frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I could ask him if you want.”
“No,” Sarah shook her head quickly. “It’s none of my business. But he has to know she will hear about this.”
Angel nodded as she took the last swig left of her juice and dropped the bottle in the waste basket. He tugged at her hand before pulling her to him then leaning her against the desk.
“For the record, he has let it slip in the past that he really does care about her. He just has a lot going on right now.”
Refraining from rolling her eyes, Sarah let Angel kiss her before pushing him away gently. His dad was there today and already he’d walked in on them messing around too many times. “Yeah, I can see he has his hands full.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Angel smirked.
Sarah got loose from him and walked over to put her purse away in the cabinet. Angel got caught up, checking something on the computer, and she took the moment to check her phone quickly for any missed calls or messages. She had another email from Leonardo, so she clicked on it curiously and read it.
Sarah,
I figured I bragged enough about this over the summer to everyone else. Might as well brag to my sis. I caught this whopper at Havasu last month. I didn’t even go there to fish. I was there to just party and kick it with friends, but someone handed me a pole, and I threw it in the water. It was my first time ever fishing and my first fish ever caught. I’d like to think this year is a first for a lot of things for me like talking to my sister and then meeting her for the first time. =)
Your bro,
Leo
Sarah smiled, clicking on the attachment he sent. It opened up to a photo of him shirtless again in swim trunks, proudly holding up a fish. He wore dark shades and a ball cap, but she couldn’t help miss the hard muscle on his bare chest all the way down to his v-cut muscles because his trunks hung so alarmingly low. Thanks to Valerie, she knew what those near obscene muscles were called. Angel had then later further clarified what they were actually called, when Sarah traced her fingers down his, telling him what an incredible turn on they were—lower oblique’s. Though Valerie liked to refer to Alex’s perfect ones as sex lines—lines she said she loved kissing all the way down to his . . .
Flinching when Angel opened the cabinet next to hers, suddenly Sarah turned to him just as he smiled inquiringly. “I scared you?” he asked then looked down on her phone that she curved the screen slightly out of his sight.
“No,” she said. “I was just distracted, reading another email Leonardo sent.”
Angel’s brows came together slightly. “Another one?”
“Yeah,” she said casually, making the screen black on her phone. “He just wanted to show me a photo of a fish he caught over the summer. Said it was his first ever.”
Angel raised his brows curiously now. “Oh yeah? Let’s see.”
As much as she was already trying to convince herself it was silly to be thinking the photo was somewhat inappropriate, she knew Angel would no doubt find it questionable too. Was he really showing off the fish or something else? This was her brother!
Earlier, before his performance in the shower, she’d actually thought Angel might let go that her brother had referred to her as beautiful more than once. She’d been too turned on at the moment to put much thought into his well-timed thrusts, but now that she gave it more thought, it could be a sign that like with Sydney he was already having his doubts about Leonardo.
I trust no one.
Sarah gulped, clicking on her phone and handing it to him nonchalantly, not even wanting to look at him as she adjusted her purse in the cabinet. He was silent for a moment as he took in the photo, until she finally turned to look at him.
“Cool, huh?” she asked, feeling lame but wanting desperately to play it off as if she’d noticed nothing unusual about the photo Leonardo had chosen to send her.
Angel eyes went from the screen up to hers then back down again. “Yeah, cool.”
It was all he had to say, but she didn’t miss the tightening of his already locked jaw. She took the phone as soon as he handed it back without another word about it. It was just an innocent photo from her brother—a photo that would likely have Valerie drooling and asking her to forward it to her, especially after she heard about Thing One and Thing Two whom Alex had taken the day off to hang out with.
Angel handed the phone back to her, and Sarah was a little surprised he didn’t say more. “Time to get back to work,” he said with a stiff smile and leaned in to peck her.
First chance she got she’d forward the photo to Sydney to ask his opinion. What she loved about Sydney most was how objective he could be, but often times, even when she thought Angel was overreacting, Sydney played devil’s advocate taking Angel’s side—helping her see he wasn’t just being a hard ass. Somehow she got the feeling this would be one of those times.