Page 41 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

SANTINO

“ B lanket?” Lorena asks me, already draping the crocheted blanket onto my lap.

“There we go,” she says, stretching it from where it rests over my legs, onto her lap, looking at me while she does it with pupils dilated and the white of her eyes tinged with red. She’s high. Like really high.

She hasn’t stopped giggling since we stopped filming and cleaned up the kitchen to come hang out with her brother.

I like it though. She looks so relaxed. Without a care in the world.

A stark contrast to her usually uptight self.

Not that I don’t like that side of her either.

I’ve always admired how put together she is, how no matter what she’s feeling on the inside she can power through whatever task lay at hand.

That, along with her independence and drive are just two of the many things I love about her.

Tomás plops down on the couch next to me. I’m sandwiched between the two of them. Now painfully aware I have to control myself. However, Lorena is making that really freaking difficult with her hand resting on my leg.

She pats it for my attention, sending a surge of warmth throughout my entire body. “Comfortable?” she asks, in a playful bedroom voice.

I swallow. My throat feels tight. My airway feels constricted from how badly I am fighting the urge to tell her brother to forget the movie, so I can sweep her into my arms and have my way with her. “Yep.”

“Good. I thought we could share, since someone is cheap and refuses to turn the heat back on now that it’s spring.”

Tomás cuts in, completely oblivious to the way his sister is looking at me while she’s saying seemingly mundane things. “Hey, I heard that.”

Addressing her brother, but not taking her eyes off me, the sultry look in her eyes has now shifted as her tongue swipes at her lips, hungrily.

“Good. It was meant for you to hear, cheapskate,” Lorena jokes, kneading her bottom lip that I want nothing more than to tug into my mouth, as she responds.

“Whatever, it’s just an excuse for me to have to snuggle up on Tino for some warmth.

” As she says it, she latches herself onto my arm, squeezing it for emphasis.

“Is that so? You sure Tino is cool with you clinging on him?” A rhetorical question as Tomás keeps his eyes on the TV, intent on finding a movie to watch, so I don’t think he realizes just how tightly she’s holding onto me, or how she hasn’t stopped biting her lip.

“Mmmmhmmmm.” Lorena hums with enough vigor and drama to it, likely exacerbated from the marijuana swarming her system, that I panic.

She has no idea how difficult she’s making this for me right now. All that ‘you need to behave, Tino’ and ‘stop acting on impulse, Tino’ talk is tormenting me because with her acting like this, she’s making it real hard for me to do either.

Thoughts of her being swooped up in my arms as I walk us down the hall and into my room, tease me. Having her naked body for me to kiss, lick, and worship every inch of, permeate my mind.

Tomás stops scrolling.

“Ooh, I love that movie!” Lorena exclaims, pointing at the screen.

The title, Fools Rush In , stares back at me. From the looks of the cover, it appears to be romcom of some sort. Definitely not my go to genre, I’m usually a comedy and action thriller kind of movie watcher, but if Lorena likes this movie, then it’s what we’re watching.

“Okay, it’s settled.” Tomás hits the rent button and pauses the screen once the opening credits begin. “I’ll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom.”

I let out a sigh of relief, finally able to think somewhat clearly without him here. Or so I thought. The second the bathroom door shuts, Lorena grabs my hand, placing it underneath the blanket, pulling it until I’m reunited with her lace thong again. Heaven.

She holds my hand down pressing it onto her clit.

Leaning back, her head drops against the couch. “I’m wet,” she whispers, as if I can’t tell. It’s literally seeping through the fabric.

I prop myself forward, looking down the hall towards the bathroom to make sure the coast is clear, before I lean closer to her.

Keeping my hands where she placed it at her bundle of nerves, I begin to move my fingers in a circular motion.

“I don’t think wet is an accurate enough description of what’s coating my fingers right now. You’re soaked.”

She nods her head with lips agape, letting out the faintest of sighs. “I get horny when I consume weed in any form.”

Noted.

“That’s hot.” Now, that’s an understatement. As an avid weed connoisseur, I can’t think of anything more appealing, and downright sexy, than her getting aroused from being high. “You sure it’s just the effect of the weed, getting you like this?”

The hinges from the bathroom door squeal, echoing down the hallway. Shit. I go to retract my hand, but she snaps up, taking her hand still under the blanket and squeezes my wrist, locking me in place.

“No, it’s not just the weed. It’s you. I want you to make me come again.”

I want nothing more than to make her come as many times as I can get her to…

in a row…until her legs are a shaky, trembling, mess.

But she’s high and not thinking clearly.

Her fucking cock block of a brother is within ear shot as he takes his time walking out of the bathroom, preoccupied — thank fuck — on his phone.

“Mama, trust me, I want nothing more than to…”

She lets go of my wrist, bringing her finger to my lips for a second. “Ssh.”

I look down the hallway again. I don’t know who texted Tomás that has his full attention right now, but I’m damn thankful.

“Just do it,” she urges, pleading with me.

“While we watch the movie?”

Excitement courses through her body, as it does mine. She’s practically buzzing in anticipation, intrigued by the forbidden challenge, I can practically feel us both vibrating from it.

“Yes, let’s make it a game.”

“Deal,” I whisper, obviously not thinking clearly either. “Let’s see how many orgasms I can get out of you…in silence. That means no matter how good I make you feel, no matter how bad you want to scream my name, you behave and keep it in like a good girl.”

“And then what?” she asks with bated breath.

Tomás walks in front of the TV, still glued to his phone, not like it matters at this point, Lorena and I look seemingly innocent enough.

We’re just two friends, sharing a blanket, waiting to watch a movie.

That’s how we’ll make it look, so he believes it.

Though he’s too close for me to say what I want to her, without risking him hearing it.

With one hand on her plump, wet clit, I use my free hand to grab my phone to text her.

She jumps when it pings, immediately retrieving it to read my response.

Me: You be a good girl and come all over my hand as much as you need to and then…

Intrigued eyes stare my way, waiting for me to continue.

Me: You let me make good on my promise, so I can worship that body of yours in ways you never thought possible

Lorena: You mean I finally get your ??

Me: If you’ll have me…

Lorena: Shut the fuck up. I want it…

Me: Then I’m all yours. All eight inches and three piercings worth

The gasp that leaves Lorena’s mouth would be laughable if it didn’t break the bubble Tomás was in.

I freeze in place, phone still in hand, while Lorena tosses her hand up, the phone falling on her lap as she does, as she throws her head back.

“Umm, you good Lo?” Tomás asks her, before looking to me.

I shrug, turning to look at her, shooting her the most subtle yet urgent glance I can. Someone isn’t holding up their end of the bargain. What a bad girl. But fuck, if she isn’t just as sexy when she’s bad as she is when she’s being my good girl.

Knowing that I need to say something, I back Tomás up.

“Yeah, Lo, damn, what’s gotten into you?” I immediately regret my choice of words.

Shaking her head, she takes her phone, hitting the lockscreen and placing it by her hip.

A satisfied grin creeps on her face as she does.

“More like what’s about to get into me,” she mutters low enough that I debate if Tomás heard her, but I sure did, loud and fucking clear.

“I’m good, my friend Ri just sent me this text about this guy’s dick.

He’s pierced.” Her eyes light up. “I love pierced…”

She’s smart. She knows that Tomás hates hearing anything sexual come from her, so he immediately changes topic, desperately. “Okay, okay.” He presses play on the movie, before putting his fingers in his ears. “I’m good, did not need to know that information.”

“Then don’t ask me.” She laughs, settling back into the couch, waiting for me to start playing with her.

I create a shield with my left knee, bending it and draping my left hand over top so Tomás can’t see any movement under the blanket, or what I’m doing to his sister.

I couldn’t tell you a thing about what’s happening on the screen, my focus is entirely on Lorena, like it always is.

I’m so in tune with her body, already recognizing her body’s signals when she’s about to come.

I’ve counted three orgasms already, and from the trembling of her lower stomach, I think she’s about to gift me with another.

“Fuck,” she breathes out in a whisper, just as what appears to be the final scene of the movie happens.

My eyes bulge at her.

She mouths a sorry as she grabs her phone to text me.

Lorena: I can’t take this anymore

Lorena: I’m going to say I have a headache and go to bed

Lorena: I’ll be naked…waiting for you…don’t let my brother rope you into watching another movie. Got it?

Me: Yes ma’am

Lorena: Good boy

Lorena gets up from the couch, and I swear she knows exactly what she’s doing to me as she swings her hips side to side, taking her sweet time walking in front of me.

I let my gaze linger on her every move, turning to see her disappear into the hallway, fully aware that if Tomás is looking at me, he’ll catch on, but at this point, as fucked up as it is, I don’t care.