Page 8 of Sinful Restraint

“Damn,” one of my boys muttered beside me, clasping me on the shoulder. “She yours?”

I let out a low chuckle, watching as the crowd split as she made her way toward us.

“She’s not mine yet,” I muttered, my words making Titan hit me hard in my chest, causing me to groan. “I mean not ever. She willneverbe mine.”

I inwardly gagged, the word tasting bitter on my tongue.

It was only when Santari reached us that I realized Gina was flanking her side.

“Fellas, this is Gina,” I told them, saving my weakness for last. “And you remember Santari.”

“Rev’s sister,” Titan added, his voiced laced with a warning not to touch.

Edric’s eyes widened. “Shiddddd, Lil’ San San, that can’t be you.”

She laughed as Big Mike took her hand and spun her around. “Dayum. You grew the fuck up forreal.”

The twins, Damien and Draven, were lickin’ their lips at the ladies, already up to their pretty-boy antics.

“Damien, when the hell did you even get back over here?” Storm asked.

“You know me,” he muttered, lifting Santari’s hand and kissing the top of it. “I spotted the most beautiful woman here, so I had to introduce myself.”

When he didn’t let go of Santari’s hand, Titan stepped closer to him, and Damien immediately held up his hands like he got the picture.

“It’s okay, baby,” Gina cooed, stepping up to Damien. “My girl here isn’t dating at the moment, but you can kiss my hand.”

She stuck her manicured fingers in Damien’s face, causing us all to laugh. Smooth as usual, he kissed her hand and winked at her, making her giggle.

We all fell into casual conversation, until “Crush on You” withLil' Kim, Lil' Cease, and Biggie came through the speakers. Unable to help ourselves, the fellas and I got back out onto the floor to stroll, Lil Mike poppin’ in to join us as did some other Omega Theta Tau members who were in attendance.

I was in my element. The problem was, Santari was watching me as if I was an ice cream cone she wanted to lick. But that wasn’t all I noticed. Whenever her eyes flicked down the line, my gut was telling me she was staring at Storm and Titan just as hard.She’s givin’ all three of us her fuck-me eyes.And I couldn’t lie, I liked that shit way too much.

Eventually, Gina pulled her to the side, and they started dancing with each other, careful not to interrupt any stroll lines. This year had been rough for all of us, but seeing Santari moving and swaying to the beat, completely unaware that she had every man in this bitch watching her like she was the main event, had me hypnotized and my focus locked.

In this moment, it didn’t matter that she was my best friend’s little sister. Didn’t matter that she was off-limits and untouchable in every way. How she moved, with her hips slowly rolling and her body catching every beat like she was made to be in the spotlight, had me struggling to remind myself why I needed to look away.

I wasn’t the only one either.

I flicked my eyes to my left, catching both Titan and Storm doing the same thing that I was.

Watching.

Observing.

Lusting.

We were tryin’ to be discreet about it, but yeah, they saw what I saw. They felt it, too. I was more in tune with these muthafuckas than I was anyone else in the world.

We didn’t mind sharing. In fact, we loved that shit. There was nothing betta than seeing a woman come apart as a result of something me and my friends were doing to her. That moan of pleasure. The shiver of satisfaction. A pussy, ass, and mouth so full, she couldn’t see straight.

Santari was perfect for what we enjoyed. Yet, she was the one none of us were supposed to touch. But here we were. Three men feigning interest in whatever our friends were talkin’ shit about, lusting after the same damn woman, as all of us thought the same fuckin’ thing.

Santari had no idea that she’d moved in with three animals who wanted to devoureverypiece of her ineveryfucking way possible.

chapter four

As I satin Gina’s chair with my eyes half-closed, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander as she ran the hot comb through the roots of my bangs, the scent of pressing grease filling the air. While most of my past hairstylists only used flat irons, Gina liked to switch it up a bit.

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