Brat In Booty Shorts

Brat In Booty Shorts
💎 Angel💎

I didn't feel like wearing a bikini, so I settled on a pair of grey booty shorts and a white bralette that hugged all the right places.

"Let's go, Raul," I called as I stepped out of the closet.

He looked up, slipping his phone into his pocket, his eyes already darkened with lust.

His gaze swept over me like a flame, and my skin prickled under his stare.

In two strides, he closed the distance. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into a rough kiss, his mouth hot and hungry on mine.

"Looking this sexy should be a sin, Tesoro," he murmured, nibbling my earlobe, his fingers slipping beneath my shorts.

"Raul—" I gasped, but he cut me off. 

"Just a quickie, caramella," he growled, sliding two fingers inside me.  My moan melted into his neck as my hips instinctively moved with him. 

I gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt when he curled his fingers just right, stoking the fire in my core. 

I was teetering on the edge when he pulled out, leaving me aching. 

"What the—"

"Don't even think about giving me an attitude, caramella," he warned, voice low and wicked. 

"One wrong move and I'll cancel our plans and punish you so hard, you'll be begging me for mercy."

I bit my lip, staying silent as he intertwined his fingers with mine, leading me downstairs where the others waited.

The second Nikki saw me, her eyes lit up and she wriggled out of Mia's arms, running toward me with all the joy in the world. 

I scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her soft cheek, making her giggle.

"Hermano!" a new voice rang out, feminine and loud.

Before I could turn, a redhead launched herself at Raul, tackling him into a hug. He barely flinched from the impact—his arms wrapped around her instinctively, a smile already tugging at his lips.

She pulled back, and I took in her flawless face—piercing blue eyes, smooth, light skin, and a smile that screamed trouble.

"I missed you so much, hermano. But I'm still mad at you—you missed my birthday! And I bet you'll miss my graduation too," she pouted dramatically.

Raul sighed. "I'm sorry about your birthday, Jay, but I will be at your graduation. I promise."

She huffed, unconvinced. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

His features softened as he brushed a hand through her hair. "I'll be there for your graduation and your eighteenth birthday, piccolo. Promise."

Her eyes turned glossy, and she held up her pinky with a hopeful grin. 

"Promise?"

I snickered at Raul's confused look. 

"You're supposed to lock pinkies, Raul," I teased, shaking my head as Nikki played with my hair clips.

Joanna's gaze flicked to me, curiosity sparking. 

"Who's this? A business partner? You don't usually hang with women."

Raul rolled his eyes. "And how'd I get married, then?"

"Pfft," she scoffed. "Everyone knows you and that Blondie barely talk. What, no foreplay? Boring, hermano."

I choked back a laugh at her audacity. Raul's jaw tightened. "Joanna," he warned, yanking her arm.

"Don't go all Dad on me," she shot back, then turned to me with a grin. 

"Hi, I'm Joanna."

"Angel," I said, offering a handshake, but she pulled me into a side hug, mindful of Nikki in my arms.

"I'm thrilled to see a gorgeous woman with my brother," she said, eyes sparkling. "I wish you were my sister-in-law. I could help you steal him—screw morality, who cares? His heart's ice, but with that ass, you'll melt him in no time."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're trouble, Joanna."

Her grin widened, a flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Joanna D'Amano," Raul cut in, his voice dark, "if I find out you're messing with some delinquent, I'll hunt him down and burn him alive."

She swallowed hard, catching the threat in his eyes. 

"Relax, hermano. Still a virgin."

He narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. 

"The fuck, Jo? I didn't need to know that."

She shrugged with a smug grin. "Well, you practically dragged it out of me. Don't believe me? Feel free to check for yourself," she added, teasing with a wicked smirk.

Raul's face paled, and he lunged for her, but she darted downstairs, screaming, "Mamá!" 

She hid behind Jazira, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Your sister's a firecracker," I said, grinning.

Raul shot me a glare. "Don't start."

"Hey, I didn't twist your pants," I sassed, striding off with Nikki, leaving him to stew.



I lounged beside Jazira on the beach bench, the sea breeze teasing my hair as the others splashed in the waves. 

My shorts and bralette felt just right under the sun's warmth.

"Jazira, can I ask a favor?" I said, turning to her.

She paused mid-sip, her smile soft. "Go ahead, sweetie."

"Could you teach me to cook Spanish dishes? Raul's favorites, specifically."

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. "Of course, Angel. I'd love to."

I grinned, gratitude warming my chest. "Thank you."

"Angel," she called, her voice softening, "thank you."

I tilted my head, confused but smiling. "For what?"

"For coming into Raul's life. For making my son happy again." Tears shimmered in her eyes, catching the sunlight.

My heart swelled. "No, Jazira I should thank you—for raising him, for making him the man he is, for accepting me."

"Oh, child." She opened her arms, and I stood, sinking into her warm embrace. She stroked my hair, then kissed my forehead before I settled back into my chair.

We chatted about light things—recipes, fashion, random facts—until a shriek cut through the air. 

"Mamà!" Joanna sprinted toward us, sand flying, with Mia hot on her heels.

Jazira sighed. "When will that girl grow up?"

Joanna crashed into her mother's lap, coating her in sand. 

"Joan!" Jazira scolded, trying to push her off.

Mia skidded to a stop, fuming. 

"I'm teaching her a lesson, mamà!"

"Wait, you two," Jazira snapped, glaring between them. "What's going on? Why am I the middleman?"

"Mamá, save me! Mia's gonna kill me!" Joanna pleaded, clinging to her.

Jazira turned to Mia, who was drenched in orange juice, her eyes blazing. "What did she do?"

"She dumped juice on me!" Mia growled. Joanna stuck out her tongue, smirking.

She reminded me of Luca—chaos in human form.

"Joan—" Jazira started, but Joanna cut in.

"Come on, Mamá, it was just fun!"

"Then have your fun and don't come crying to me when you're in trouble," Jazira said, shoving her off.

Mia yanked Joanna by the ear, dragging her away as Jazira shook her head, a fond smile tugging at her lips. 

She's lucky, I thought. After everything she endured, she built a beautiful life, surrounded by children who adored her. She turned a painful past into something priceless—a present and future worth more than a billion dollars.

"I'll be back, Angel," she said, standing gracefully and heading to the outdoor bar. Her black hair swayed, her curves drawing eyes from men nearby. 

I shook my head—God help them if Raul caught their stares. They'd be swimming in their own blood.