Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 5

SANTANA

Halfway through Thanksgiving dinner, Santana was starting to worry Daniel wasn't going to show up. She'd left a message for him with his grandmother, along with her business card, since he wasn't there when she had arrived along with Dylan and Lucia. His grandmother, who's name was Carmen De Jesus, had been a very short host. Didn't smile even once in her presence, but she encountered that alot with undocumented workers in the past. They thought of all law enforcement as bad people and she was no exception to them in their eyes. Until she freed them of their burdens of course. She never left a case unfinished. One minute too late could cause an entire family to fall apart and Santana wouldn't be able to live with herself if she'd been part of that.

"I'm guessing you told Jonas about the news." Lucia whispered in her ear as the rest of the housemates made casual conversation across the table. Santana glanced over at her husband, who was sitting across from her, sporting a very stoic expression on his handsome face. She knew he was upset with her for going against his wishes but she just couldn't understand what the big deal was. Daniel was part of her past, a past she cherished still to this day but running into him again wouldn't change anything between her and Jonas. They were still married, still in love and nothing could ever change that. Why didn't Jonas understand that?

"I had to. I hate keeping secrets from him." Santana replied as she took a sip of the red wine in front of her and kept her gaze on her husband. She'd been watching him eat earlier and for the life of her, she couldn't comprehend how he made spreading cranberry sauce over his food look so incredibly erotic. Her body was still tingling from the orgasms he'd given her prior to dinner and she was greatly disappointed when he decided to sit across from her, instead of taking the seat next to her, where she had more access to him.

"Always the honest one, huh?" Lucia teased as she clinked her wine glass right along with hers, then took a sip of the crimson liquid. Santana smirked at her friend and continued to eat the rest of the food on her plate. She had a fast metabolism, which helped her burn body fat quicker than most and she was grateful for it, since this had been her second plate of food and she was still hungry. Must've been because of all the energy her husband had fucked out of her.

"Doorbell's ringing. Do you want me to answer it?" Lucia mentioned and her heart began to beat furiously out of nervousness. She'd been waiting twenty-two years for this moment, she should be excited, happy, jumping for joy. But the truth was she wasn't. And her frowning husband was to blame for that.

"No. I'll get it. Thanks." Santana answered and excused herself from the table before heading towards the front door. She could see his dark silhouette standing behind the door as she approached it, and she took a deep breath before she opened the door.

She forgot to breathe for a moment as they locked eyes, her entire body buzzing with newfound energy as she took in her childhood friend. He'd grown out of his chubby phase and turned into the bad boy parents everywhere should keep their daughter's from. With his six-foot-one height, he towered her over petite frame, sporting the same dark eyes that reminded her of her husbands, with the dimples to match as he took her in and greeted her with a smile.

"Santana, right?" Daniel spoke first and once Santana found the words to respond, she composed herself and cleared her throat.

"Of course you wouldn't recognize me. Yes, it's me, Santana." she answered and she wanted more than anything to reach out and hug the guy who made her childhood bearable, but she didn't want to freak him out.

"You grew up gorgeous. I'm not surprised you have that ring on your finger." Daniel complimented with a wolfish grin as she stepped aside to let him in and he accidentally brushed up against her exposed shoulder, allowing her to take in his strong mouth-watering masculine scent.

She was married for shit sakes. What was wrong with her?

"Thank you. You wear the biker look very well." Santana added as he slipped his leather jacket off and she took it from him. The jacket was worn to the tee, like it had followed him through long nights but it still looked good on him.

"This is as fancy as I get. I hope you don't mind." he mentioned as he watched her carefully, wearing a cocky smirk as he stared at her.

"I, uh, no. Not at all, Daniel. I want you to be as comfortable as you want to be."

"Are you sure about that?" Daniel asked as he stepped closer to her and made Santana regret standing so close to him. Maybe Jonas had been right. She didn't know the man standing in front of her, eyeing her like he couldn't wait to bend her over a table and take her from behind. And Santana couldn't figure out why her clit was now throbbing in response to the thoughts her best friend provoked with his oozing sex appeal. Now in real life as well as her dreams.

This was wrong. This was beyond wrong. It was borderline crazy.

"Santana, is everything okay?" the sound of her husband's voice gave her the much needed relief she'd been wishing for and she used it to step away from Daniel, to introduce them.

"Perfect. Jonas, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is my husband Jonas." she introduced the men, but when Daniel turned to face Jonas, something weird happened. They both glared at each other with a hatred she could only describe as frightening.

"Finally got the balls to go after her, huh half-brother?" Daniel began sharply and Santana could barely stand on her heels as the word half-brother began to register into her brain.

They were brothers? And Jonas never told her?!

"Santana, I can explain everything. Just let me--" her husband began as the tears started to blur her vision and she stepped away from both of them.

"Let you what? Lie to me some more? Fuck you, Jonas." Santana spat at him angrily, gaining the attention of the other housemates in the process. She didn't want to face them. She needed to get the hell out of there before she did something she regretted. So she put on Daniel's jacket and stormed out of the retreat, with the motorcycle keys she found in the right hand pocket and headed straight for the bike.

Daniel followed right behind her and grabbed her hand before she could straddle the motorcycle seat.

"I don't trust you either." she said furiously as he turned her around to face him.

"Look, as much as I love pissing off my brother, I don't want you riding off into the night like this. Let me go with you." Daniel offered and while she felt her heart breaking with disappointment and betrayal, she nodded. It was the smartest option since she didn't even know how to ride that thing to begin with.

"Fine. But keep your hands where I can see them." Santana made clear, and glared at him when his smirk was back.

"Deal."

"Santana, don't go with him." she heard Jonas' warning from the entryway and the tears streamed down her cheeks as her heart continued to break.

"Fuck off. She can do what she wants." Daniel defended.

"You know what. Fuck both of you." Santana countered and stormed away from both of them, taking off the jacket, throwing it on the floor before heading towards the beach instead.

This was the first time in a long time Santana felt alone. She was surrounded by people who loved her but her trust issues resurfaced, pulling her back into the shell she'd grown accustomed to hiding in when she was younger, to combat the judgments of those who only thought of her as the porn stars' daughter.

She'd been more than that damn it. She was a good woman, with a good head on her shoulders and the wit as the icing on the cake. Santana hated that her confidence had lowered several notches when she found out the truth earlier tonight but her truth was, she was stuck in a messy situation and she needed to get her shit together and push through it. Just like her parents taught her.

"If I sit next to you, will you stab me with one of those seashells?" her husbands voice startled her out of her thoughts and she resumed her back and forth rocking on the wet sand underneath her.

"No promises." Santana replied hastily, keeping her gaze towards the deep and dark ocean before them as the waves crashed against her feet. She avoided looking at him as he sat beside her and closed her eyes to keep the tears from forming again.

"Hi, my real name is Daniel Rivera, and I'm a fucking idiot." her husband confessed and it only made her heart ache even more.

"No arguments here."

"Come on, Santana. You can't hate me forever." he claimed and Santana could bet him an arm and leg that his statement wasn't true but she knew she'd lose. She loved him too much to hate him.

"You should've told me the truth, Jonas...Daniel. Whoever you are."

"I changed my name to Jonas officially when I turned eighteen." he explained and Santana scoffed.

"You mean you stole your brother's identity instead."

"It's more complicated than that, but yes." he said softly as he reached for her hand but she pulled it away, causing him to sigh. "The boy in that picture you have underneath your pillow had to survive in the streets of Mexico City with a target on his back when he escaped the federal immigration center. My brother, he was born in the states, but he kept getting into trouble. He wasn't using the opportunities being an american citizen offered him. So I took his name. But he agreed to it, and agreed to stay out of trouble so he wouldn't gain unwanted attention using my name, as long as I helped him out with our grandmother's hospital bills when I finished school." he finished, and although his explanation seemed plausible, she still didn't get why he had lied to her.

"I could've helped you, Jonas." Santana said, still using the name she always called him by, strictly out of habit.

"I didn't want to drag you into this mess."

"What the hell do you call this then?" she asked in anger as she showed him the wedding ring on her finger. Jonas took her hand, and held it against his chest as he looked at her.

"I wanted to tell you. The night before the wedding, I wanted to tell you so bad, but I was afraid I'd lose you again. It almost killed me the first time." he admitted, which made her finally look at him, as she considered his words.

"Why did your brother come here tonight if he had no idea who I was?" she inquired as she blinked away the tears.

"He knows all about the girl who saved me from the shitty life I was living being on the run from the immigration police with my parents. He hated being stuck with abuelita, she's a hardass and incredibly old school when it came to disciplining. He was jealous I had someone to look forward to and he didn't."

"Are you saying he came out of spite?"

"He's known for it. He threatened to crash the wedding and tell my secret but I made sure he wasn't able to come." Jonas continued and as she tried to process everything he was saying, Santana felt the beginnings of a mild migraine.

"It's too much." she said, as she placed her fingers at her temples and began to apply pressure to release some of the tension in her brain.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't want you finding out this way." he apologized but all she could do was nod. What's done is done. There wasn't anything she could do about it now.

"Is this why you didn't want to touch me on our wedding night? Because you felt like it was wrong keeping this secret from me while you fucked me?" she questioned as she placed the last piece of the puzzle together.

"Yes. I felt horrible keeping all this from you but last night, I couldn't stand not giving in to what we both wanted anymore."

"How bad did you want it?" Santana inquired, recalling last night's lovemaking, and how the release from all the sexual tension made her body and mind feel like she was floating on clouds. She felt herself grow wet at the thought and licked her lips.

"Do you remember what we did earlier?"

"Yes."

"Imagine thinking about that all day and night and not being able to touch you like I wanted to, kiss you like I wanted to..." Jonas trailed off as he inched closer to her, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb as he stared into her eyes with so much intensity, she could barely breathe.

"Fuck me like you wanted to?" Santana finished for him and he nodded as he brushed his lips over hers, teasing her into submission. She'd give in, if only to stop her clit from throbbing. It would take a while to forgive him but in the end, she knew she would. She had to. She made a vow to stick by him, through thick and thin and Santana never backed down from her promises.

"Will you let me make it up to you?" he asked as he whispered the words into ear and she nodded, completely enthralled by how much he wanted to be inside of her again. Once he took off his shirt and placed it down on the sand so she'd be more comfortable, she placed her back onto it and parted her legs as he positioned himself in between them and hovered over her body.

"They could be watching." Santana warned him as he began to undo his belt and unzip his pants, bringing his swollen and erect cock out of his boxers.

"Lets give them a show then." Jonas answered with a grin, while he teased her opening with the tip of his member, making her moan in desperation. His lips captured hers as he drove into her core slowly, in and out, stretching her slick walls. Santana gripped his behind, pulling him closer against her, making him dip deeper inside, until she felt him hit her g-spot.

"Fuck." she cursed at the pleasure he was giving her, and how she didn't know what she'd do without it.

"You feel so good, Santana. You have no idea how good you make me feel." her husband claimed as he flipped them over and she was now on top of him, cowgirl style. She'd never done this before but she'd seen it done on television a few times to know she had the power now. His thick cock was still lodged up inside of her and it was up to her to create the mind-shattering pleasure she knew this position would give them both.

Santana moved her hips first, slowly then quickened her pace when she sat up and felt his dick throb when she bounced up and down against it.

"Shit, baby. Faster. Go faster." her husband begged beneath her and she grinned at this newfound power she gained from him being at the mercy of her pleasure. So she decided to pin his hands on either side of his head then rolled her hips, allowing her soaking wet walls to create enough lubrication to milk his cock until he could barely stand it any longer. When he intertwined their fingers together as she felt him about to explode inside of her, she stopped her hip movements, making him look at her.

"Don't lie to me again." she stated seriously and Jonas lifted his head close enough to give her a tender but deep kiss.

"Will you punish me like you're doing now if I do?" he joked and Santana chuckled against his lips as she felt him slip in and out of her, causing her to resume her dick-riding.

"Several times." Santana warned as she gasped when she felt her own orgasm fill her when he rubbed at her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming so hard..." she shouted into the ocean breeze as she looked down to watch their bodies connect, making her even more turned on than she was. Jonas kept pumping into her as her walls tightened around him, sucking him in deep inside of her until he increased his pace.

"Oh, fuck, I can't get enough. I can't get enough of you." her husband said as he drove into her faster, as she grounded her hips against his and made him come just as hard. He exploded his warm milk inside of her, then flipped them over so he was on top of her again. He stayed inside of her as he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, using his eager tongue to make her moan into his mouth.

"Let's go back to our room and do that again." Santana offered with a bright smile when he finally pulled away from her lips for some air.

"Happy Thanksgiving to us."