CHAPTER FIVE

Samira

I was a hot sweaty mess by the end of cheerleading practice. We were learning a new routine for a charity event being held at Papa’s restaurant and I refused to let anyone out of the gym until I saw every move executed flawlessly. I heard my name uttered in the same sentence as the word bitch more than a few times.

I didn’t care.

With tawny hair plastered to my forehead, I slung my pink duffle bag across my body and frowned at how it refused to lie flush against my tits. Sometimes I missed the flatter chest I had last year. I let out a frustrated grumble and shut my eyes to compose myself for a second.

I’d been on edge ever since I rubbed my clit while thinking about Santana. It didn’t help my disposition any when I went looking for him in his room later that night and found the bed empty. I climbed in anyway, determined to get answers the next day.

I never got the chance to ask him anything though because when he came in and held me…I wasn’t asleep like he must have thought. I was awake and I was screaming in my mind for him to do more. I could smell the liquor on him though. I knew he was probably drunk.

I hated myself for wanting him to do things I knew was wrong. I’d been avoiding him ever since, and that was two weeks ago.

“Yo, Sam.” Brady ran to catch up with me as I headed out of the gym doors. I rolled my eyes before he was tacked to my side.

“What’s up, Brady?” I offered a polite smile that he ate up.

He said, “You’re so beautiful.” Then he touched my sweaty cheek and moved closer. I took a step back.

“You wanna go to your dad’s restaurant and get something to eat? My treat.”

“It’s my father’s restaurant. It would be my treat. Do you think he’d charge me anything?” I frowned and tossed my bag in the backseat of my car.

“Okay, your treat. Wanna go? We can hang out at your place afterward. You dad will be working, right?” He quizzed. The warm and friendly mask he wore slipped a little revealing the hunger beneath.

Maybe going back home with Brady wasn’t such a bad idea. I did need to relieve some stress and letting him put his face between my thighs seemed like the perfect distraction.

“Let’s go. Follow me,” I said. I hopped in the car and gave my face a quick swipe with a makeup remover wipe. Then I freed my golden hair from its ponytail and took a brush to it so that I didn’t look like a homeless woman. I was still wearing workout shorts and a tank top but it was inching closer toward May and the heat was turning up outside so it didn’t matter. The fewer clothes I had on, the better.

Brady and I walked into Papa’s and My father greeted me with a warm hug and kiss, then he eyed Brady and grunted. “New boyfriend?” He asked.

“Papa, you’ve met Brady before. He’s been to the house to help me study, remember?” I nudged him with my shoulder but he didn’t budge. No smile. Nothing.

“Nice to meet you again, sir.” Brady was on his best behavior and tried to shake Papa’s hand. In return, he got a curt nod before we got shown to our table.

“Your brother is back there. Have you two been speaking lately?” Papa asked once we were seated.

“Not really,” I shrugged. My body prickled with the memory of Santana’s hands sliding down my thighs.

Stop it Samira. Focus.

“We’ve been busy, I guess,” I smiled at Papa and he nodded reluctantly, his green eyes flitting from me to Brady.

“Not busy doing the wrong things I hope.”

“No,” I sighed. I flashed Brady an apologetic look that he nodded at before sticking his nose in the laminated menu. The sound of him flipping the thick pages seemed amplified by the way Papa was staring me down.

Why the fuck did I agree to bring Brady to Papa’s again?

Oh, yeah…I wanted him to eat my pussy later.

“Can we have some tacos, Papa? Please?” I grinned and batted my lashes at him and he folded. Coming up Sam.” He finally left the table and a rush of air surged from my lungs.

“Sorry about that, Brady.”

“It’s cool. I know how dads are.” He closed the menu and took my hand in his. “Fuck, you are the sexiest girl in school, Sam. You were always beautiful and all that shit but after last summer?” His blue eyes took a trip to my tits and he cracked a wolfish grin.

“I literally just got done sweating my ass off. I’m sticky and my hair is gross and you’re getting a hard-on over me?” I laughed at the absurdity but Brady shifted in his seat, which let me know that he probably had a chubby happening under the table.

“You’re perfect. You should be sitting beside me instead of across from me so I can…”

“What’s up, Sammie?” I looked up into Santana’s dark eyes and my heart stopped for a moment. I yanked my hand from Brady’s and put it on my chest in hopes that it would jumpstart my heart.

“Hey, hermano.” My legs were mush but I stood to hug him and breathe in his scent. It was intoxicating.

Why had I avoided him for two weeks?

“You got time to talk for a second?” He asked without casting a second glance at Brady. It was like he fell out of the picture once Santana with his broad shoulders and tall frame came in.

“Um, not right now. I’m kinda hanging out with my friend from school,” I looked over my shoulder at Brady who seemed less than pleased that I was introducing him as a friend and nothing more. What did he want from me? We weren’t dating.

“Your friend? He’s fine. I’ll send him a coloring book. Come here.” He stalked off in that brooding way he always does and I mouthed an apology to Brady as I hurried behind my brother.

“Santana, you’re being a dick,” I hissed once we were tucked in the hallway between the men and women’s bathrooms.

“Is there a reason you’ve been ghosting me lately, Samira?” My entire name fell from his lips like stone on stone. I hated it. I felt chastised.

“I’ve been busy,” I spat.

“Bullshit. Were you…awake when I came in a couple weeks ago? When you were in my bed…” His voice dropped and so did my stomach.

“What? When?” My words squeaked out. It was an unconvincing act for someone who knew me better than I knew myself.

Santana grimaced for a few extra seconds before Papa called him back to the grill. “Can we talk tonight?” He asked me. I stood there trying to decide if I wanted to talk to him. It would be awkward as fuck. I’d keep flashing back to that night and it would turn me into a stuttering, stammering idiot.

“I’m studying,” I lied.

“Santana!” Papa shouted and Santana scowled at me before tugging on my hair.

“Tonight, little girl,” he growled.

“Okay,” I whimpered right before he let go. I took a few minutes to compose myself before going back to the table with Brady. I was definitely going to need his mouth on me after we left the restaurant.

“Your brother is scary as fuck.” Brady held my gym bag while I unlocked the giant red double doors leading into my house. I looked over my shoulder at him and rolled my eyes.

“Santana? He’s a teddy bear.”

“More like a grizzly bear. He’s like seven feet tall.” We walked inside and I breathed in the familiar smell of spices then thumped upstairs in a rush to freshen up.

“He’s harmless,” I quipped once we were in my room. “Lock the door,” I told him with a point. He ignored me after pushing it closed and grabbed me from behind, putting his lips on my neck.

“Brady, I’m sweaty,” I giggled, prying his fingers from my hips. “Let me get in the shower.”

“Let me get in with you, Sam.” His baby blue eyes pled with me but I wanted shower time to myself. I knew once Brady was in there he’d be all over me, and so would his dick. All I wanted was a little tongue action.

“Why don’t you wait here and I promise I’ll be right out.”

“Come on, Sam. Let me see that sexy ass body…”

“I said wait.” I pointed to the chair by my bed and Brady huffed over and flopped down like a toddler. I disappeared behind the bathroom door and clicked the lock shut before turning on the shower.

Under the hot spray of water, I couldn’t stop thinking about Santana’s words from weeks ago about being yourself even if you were dark. I wondered if he’d still think that if he knew what I’d been masturbating to every night. If he knew that his drunken slip up was the fuel for my dirtiest fantasies then he would probably advise me to continue putting on a perfect little show like I’d been doing my entire life.

I scrubbed at my washcloth vigorously with a bar of soap that smelled like jasmine flowers. It was supposed to calm me down. I rubbed the pink cloth over my stomach then down my thighs.

My mind turned shadowy as it dragged me back to the night when my brother’s strong hands slid down my thighs. My spine curled forward involuntarily and I shut my eyes letting the memory roll over me like fog. With my free hand, I spread myself open and rolled circles around my stiff clit while I made the sudsy washcloth dance over my peaked nipples.

My mind flashed again, that time to the way Santana grabbed my hair when we were inches away from each other in the hall at Papa’s restaurant. The prickle of pain and the desire it sent trickling through me ran rampant in my recollections. Before I knew it, my pussy was slick at the thought of Santana…again.

Shit.

I had to stop giving in to my lustful thoughts like that. It was wrong as hell and I knew it.

Even though I knew it was wrong, that didn’t stop me from coming all over my hand with my eyes shut tight and my moans suppressed in my throat so Brady couldn’t hear. My pussy throbbed continuously wringing every drop of strength from my legs. I had to brace myself against the slick shower wall so I didn’t fall on my ass.

It took me a few minutes to get myself together so I could go back to my room. When I opened the bathroom door, Brady was waiting there, stroking his dick like a creep. I fought an epic eye roll and walked over to the bed with a towel knotted above my breasts.

“Open that towel up for me, Sam.” Brady’s cock was decent looking. It wasn’t too thick or too long. It just…was. It didn’t make me horny or anything but that could have been because I already had an amazing orgasm at my own hand.

I opened the towel for him and let him feast on my curves. He kicked off his jeans and walked over to me as I sat on the bed. Droplets of water beaded on my shoulders and he caught them with his tongue before they rolled down my arms.

“You smell so good,” he muttered against my damp skin. We fell backward on the bed and Brady continued kissing and licking my neck like it was a candy cane. I needed him to move lower.

I slid back some hoping he’d get the point. His lips slipped down to my collarbones and he sighed, moving back up to my neck. When he hovered over me, letting his cock slide against my pussy, I put my hands on his chest and held him back a few inches.

“Brady, what the fuck are you doing? I wanted your mouth. Not your dick.”

“But I want some pussy. We’ve been playing this game for years, Sam. Let’s stop playing.” He pressed his lips to mine trying to push his tongue inside my mouth but my lips became Fort Knox.

“Your lips need to be a couple feet lower.”

“Stop bullshitting. You’re naked beneath me and you expect me to eat your pussy and go home? We’re about to be out of high school in less than a month. We can stop the childish shit.”

“I’m not being childish.” I shoved him all the way off of me because by then my pussy had dried up like the fucking Sahara. I snatched my robe from the back of the bedroom door and wrapped it around myself.

I glared at him and decided to give into the darkness dancing around and begging to play. “I can show you childish. How about I hit below the belt and tell you about yourself, Brady?” I took a long stride toward him and jabbed my pointer finger into his chest. He wasn’t as hard and defined as Santana.

“I don’t want to fuck you because you’re only good at eating pussy. You’ve fucked at least four girls on the cheer squad and they all agree that your dick is trash at best.

You really think I want your fucking dick anywhere near me? No. I’ll get off rubbing my clit all over your tongue while I grab that pretty blonde hair and cum in your mouth. That’s it. We’re never going to be together. We’re never going to fuck.”

God, it was such a relief to get that off my chest. I was smiling like a mad woman after I spewed shit at Brady. Maybe Santana was right about letting my true self come out to play.

Brady’s Adam’s apple wobbled in his red-splotched throat. He yanked his jeans on and looked at me with stormy blue eyes then pulled in a deep breath and said, “That was fucked up, Sam. You know how I feel about you.”

“You want to fuck me,” I laughed.

“I wanted to be with you.”

“You wanted to fuck me,” I reiterated. He conceded with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh.

“Is that so wrong? You’re captain of the cheer squad but I haven’t touched you beyond eating your pussy. You have any idea how frustrating that shit is, Sam? All my boys keep asking when I’m going to fuck and I can’t tell them because you won’t let me inside.”

He really thought his speech was moving me to open my legs for him. He was so wrong. I stood with my mouth in a straight line and my gaze unwavering.

“You can go home now. You’ve managed to turn me all the way off.” I opened my bedroom door and let out a short scream. Santana was there taking up every square inch of empty space. “Holy fuck, Santana!” I squealed, slapping my hands against his hard chest.

“Um, I was just leaving.” Brady rushed across my room so fast that he tripped over his long feet and landed right at Santana’s. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t giddy with the thought of my big brother stepping on him like a roach.

“Yo, you’re the kid from the restaurant. What the fuck are you doing in my little sister’s room? Are you naked, Sammie?” He snarled.

“Very,” I nodded, holding a giggle in my throat. Evidently, the dark side of me liked to watch Santana get angry, especially when he was defending me.

He reached down, the thick ropes of muscle in his forearm flexing as he grabbed Brady by the collar of his t-shirt. “If you don’t get the fuck out of my house, I’m going to throw you out the goddamn window.”

“I’m leaving, Santana…I’m leaving.” Brady’s legs pumped in mid-air as he pedaled an imaginary bike. The second Santana put him down he took off, stumbling down the steps and out of the front door.

I realized once I heard him screech away from my house that now I was left alone with a pissed off grizzly bear.

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