Simply Complicated: Ellison Brothers (Ellison Brothers Book 2) Page 5

  Who is the real Savior Ellison? What are his fears? What was really going on between him and his father earlier? Why did he show up on my footstep drunk when he could’ve entertained Rosa?

  Just when I was about to do some bullshit conversation, Savior breaks the ice again. “The Federalist Papers are still viewed as the original interpretation of the Constitution today. If your argument is how literal or figurative the Constitution could be interpreted in terms of the Federalist Papers, you could also argue no one foresaw the numerous changes the world has gone through and that the Founding Fathers only cared about how the government should be run and the citizens governed. You need to keep in mind the Constitution was meant to be amended to reflect current times. Did the Founding Fathers write the Constitution knowing there was going to be social media? Did they write it thinking slavery was going to be around forever? You need to have these things in mind.”

  Smart WASPy bae said it so eloquently. I spent the last three hours trying to decipher the damn book and Savior did it in just five minutes. “Thank you. But what about the government and the governed?”

  “James Madison wrote that if we had an effective government, we wouldn’t have the need for factions. There was a need for a centralized government that could govern the states, despite how people felt about it. Factions nowadays are much different from factions back then. Factions could be special-interest groups such as Super-PACs or even hate groups that fall under the conservative shield. The papers suggested that if we didn’t have a centralized government, each republic could do whatever the hell they wanted, no matter how it would impact the others. The government was, and still is, that parent telling you to come home at curfew and why you can’t have too much sugar or watch too much TV.”

  “But wouldn’t that put more stress on the states?” I counter. “That even though they had their own way of doing things, they still had to run it by the government?”

  “It still happens,” he shrugged, “why do you think so many states are suing the current administration? He wanted the states to govern their own and when they attempted to do so, he said, ‘Nah, bruh’ and intervened on his own accordance.”

  “But if the states had their own thing going on, why would want to depend on Big Brother for assistance?”

  “The problem was the states had their own thing going on, but they were doing a piss-poor job of it. Big Brother, for all of his faults and trust, he has plenty, sold them on things they didn’t have. He said, ‘Look, I got a place you can pay your taxes. I have another place you handle all of your commerce. I have a place you can handle all of your interstate travel. I have a place you can talk to another state about unifying. I got you, boo. Now you just need to trust me.’”

  A man who stimulates the mind with the same intensity he stimulates my yoni. I don’t know if I want to thank him or fuck him. “Thank you so much!”

  “You’re welcome. The Federalist Papers gave me a lot of headache back in college so I know more about them than I should.” He chuckles. His laughter is full and throaty and I feel a rush of warmth coat my body. It’s the first time I’ve seen Savior truly comfortable and outside of his professional element.

  When he came over a few days ago, Savior was so clinical about the arrangement; even more so after he pleasured me. This time, it’s different. He’s a bit more at peace. A brief silence follows. “Did you have fun at happy hour tonight?”

  I thought it was fun until Savior and Rosa showed up together. And then I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. “It was fun. I loved meeting and talking with the other lawyers. They gave me a lot of solid advice.”

  “That’s great. They’re a great group of people and you’ll be hard-pressed to find better lawyers anywhere.” Savior yawns and stretches his arms over his body. I see a bit of his washboard abs, covered with a small mound of hair. The feeling of possessiveness grew stronger within me. I instantly thought how Savior would feel underneath me as I rode his cock.

  “Rosa is threatened by you.”

  The name jars me out of my fantasy. Color me shocked. Who’d thunk a girl from the hood actually has brains? “Savior, that bitch couldn’t take my place even if I handed it over to her.”

  A lazy smile curves Savior’s delicious lips. “That’s my girl.” He lets out a deep breath. “Come here, please.”

  I get off the sofa and sit closer to him. His eyes are firmly closed but his face looks tormented. “Better?”

  “Not really.” He quietly replies. I take the cue to sit right next to him and I do so. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around my body. “Much better.”

  His body is warm and comforting. I feel his washboard abs beneath my fingertips and his soft heartbeat under my left ear. There’s a quiet sensuality Savior has and only a few have ever seen it. He’s the type of man that could only say a few words before a woman wants to spread her legs and give him everything.

  Happy hour was several hours ago and Savior is still a bit drunk. I wonder if he just needed to unwind or if the blowout with his father played a role in it. He’s troubled about something but I’m not sure if it’s in my place to ask him about it. Savior wants to lead the relationship and have me play catch up when the mood suits him. I have to remember it’s an arrangement, not a relationship.

  “It doesn’t matter how old you become…it doesn’t matter what you achieve in life…you’ll always want your parents approval. You’ll always want them to say, ‘Hey, I’m proud of what you did. Good job!’ You’ll always seek it.” His head softly moves from side to side. “That was the thing that kept me going in college and law school. It what keeps me motivated now to some degree. Always trying to get that final approval. I can never seem to get it no matter how much I try.”

  There is pain in Savior’s voice and I know he’s referring to his father. He speaks highly of his parents but I’m not sure if that’s genuine or because he didn’t want to bring drama to the family name.

  It reminds me of my relationship with Andrea. I still yearn for her approval, though I know I’ll never get it. She’s too busy doing things for Instagram and trying to get the most retweets and likes, than having any relationship with her only daughter. I’ll always mourn what could’ve been.

  “Doing the right thing is never popular, Keisha.” Savior rubs my arm, “it’s never the thing that’ll get you famous and rich. But it’s always the thing that’ll make you sleep at night.”

  My mind goes a mile a minute on what he’s referring to. He’s troubled about something and my heart is burning with more questions than answers. What is going on in his life where he’s confessing to me in an almost-drunken stupor?

  As Al Green’s “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” softly plays in the background, I make a decision that could either backfire in my face or set some rules with Savior. I look up at him and my heart winces at how beautiful he is.

  I straddle him and Savior’s eyes softly open. His eyes narrow at mine and they soften to a chocolate brown. I slid my lips across his jaw and nibbled on it, causing a low moan from him. Our lips met and he made love to my mouth; playing with my tongue and drinking from me.

  His lips trailed down to my neck but I quickly stopped him, causing confusion from him. “Shhh…” I promised. “Let me take care of you.” I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor and unbuckled his jeans. Reaching into his boxer briefs, I pull out his magnificent cock that was already hardened.

  He’s long and thick, just as I knew he would be. He smells musky and my pussy contracted in delicious response. Every touch I gave him, Savior gave a throaty moan and I’d barely touched him.

  It was neither of ours first rodeo, yet it was so intimate doing this together. His knees began to tremble upon the anticipation of it, while the need to feel Savior inside of me increasingly grew. I realized at that moment, I needed to have Savior deep inside me this week. He knew I would beg for it and he was so right.

  I licked the underside of his cock and felt
him shiver in response. Gripping it with the other hand, I played with his balls; cupping and massaging them as Savior’s hand roamed my bald head.

  I kissed the mushroom tip and licked the precum that came out before I took him into my hot mouth. The smooth hardness of his cock, coupled with how he hissed and gripped the sofa cushions, has made me unbelievably aroused.

  I would take care of my needs later. It was all about pleasing Savior, taking away his pain. He didn’t come here to talk about my final nor would I want to right now. I want to please him, make him feel like the king he is, and worry about everything else the next day.

  Saliva formed at the back of my throat, coating his thick length. My head slowly bobbed to a steady rhythm, releasing him with a noticeable pop, before I went back down. I felt Savior’s thighs tremble and soft coos escaped his lips.

  Both of his hands gripped my head, rubbing it. His cock grew thicker and longer and I felt his eyes on me. But I didn’t pay him any mind. I wanted to enjoy myself, listening to him moan as the lust within him became greedier and out of control.

  I took him deeper, causing me to slightly gag. Savior’s reaction, was much different. His body lifted off the back of the sofa and he hissed my name out. I knew he was close and he was trying to hold on as long as he could.

  As the song neared the crescendo, we both lost control. I sucked him harder and faster, working my hands around his cock, while Savior fucked my face. He plundered his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. My eyes watered, and at times, I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t get enough.

  “I’m going to come, Keisha,” he moaned, “I’m going to come.”

  I pull back when hot streams of come shot up and landed on my face and chest. I quickly went back down on him, sucking the soul of his cock and swallowing more of his hot come. His body jerked and shuddered beneath me.

  The sounds coming out of his mouth made me so fucking hot. I didn’t care his essence was all over me. I wanted to taste all of him. I wanted more of him. I licked him clean and was surprised he was still hard. I wonder if his dick ever goes soft.

  “I need to go wipe my face,” I promise him. I rise up and head to the kitchen where I grabbed a wetted paper towel. I wiped my face and chest, cleaning all of Savior off me. When I returned to the sofa, Savior had fallen asleep.

  I smile at how peaceful he looks, which is much better than how he looked when he’d arrived. I gather a few blankets to cover him up. I move my study area to the living room as I watch him sleep and I listen to classical music.

  The set-up somehow feels real, even though I’m not sure if it is. I didn’t feel used nor did I feel like Savior came over just to get his dick sucked and be done with it. He definitely would’ve left shortly after he came if that’s what he was after.

  It strangely felt like Savior came over because he was lonely.

  I gather a couple of snacks and bottled water before I text Jalen back. Sorry you can’t come over tonight. My cousin is going to help me study.

  Seven

  Junie’s hip-hop music wakes me up the next morning. A crazy mix of piano, staccato drums, and synthesizers make up this song he coined, “Yellow.” He named it that because it was the first color that came to his mind at the time. It just also happens to be the time he peed and looked down at the toilet.

  It’s not bad song but it’s not something that anyone will hear on the radio anytime soon. I’m not saying that to be shady, but I think he made better beats before he hooked up with Tasha. Now all he does is get high and make beats that only one has to be high to like. I guess he and Tasha have something in common.

  After studying a bit more, I ended up falling asleep on the other couch along with Savior. It’s not the most comfortable couch in the world and it’s definitely has showed its age, but I didn’t want to leave him alone in the living room. Sure, he would’ve been fine but I wanted to stay with him in case he needed anything.

  In case, he needed me.

  He barely stirred for the rest of the night and only fell into a horizontal position when I was already asleep. He either decided to just stay where he was or he was too tired to go home. It doesn’t ultimately matter. I’m just glad he was the first thing I saw in the morning.

  There I go again, getting feelings.

  It’s barely a week into our arrangement and I feel like he’s my boyfriend, though he’s made it very clear he wasn’t. And honestly, if Savior was my boyfriend, he would’ve acknowledged that already. He damn sure wouldn’t have let Rosa hang all over him at happy hour.

  Or maybe he would have, I’m not entirely sure about this fool yet.

  All I know when Savior’s cock was in my mouth, hearing him moan my name, feeling his hands all over my dome, it was an indescribable feeling. Something shifted between us and I know he had to have felt it. Each time we do anything sexual, the connection becomes closer and more intricate.

  90 days. We’re on day five.

  I get up to use the bathroom and pass Savior on the way when his hand suddenly grabs my leg. I’m startled and look down at him. He slowly opens his eyes and he lazily smiles at me. “Where are you going, gorgeous?”

  It’s the second time he’s called me that. “Bathroom. Emergency.”

  He nods. “Come back here when you’re done.” He caresses my leg and lets me go.

  I immediately feel the loss of his touch and I hurry to the bathroom like I’m Flo-Jo in the Olympics. After I come out, I rejoin Savior on the sofa. I sit across from him and he shakes his head. He lifts up the blanket and I notice his cock is tucked away into his pants. I was really hoping it was still out and hard so we could finish what we started last night. “Come here, gorgeous.”

  He’s not my boyfriend but he’s acting like it. I’m torn between complaining about his attitude and wanting to get Savior snuggles. Snuggles, FTW. I walk over and lay down beside him. My back is pressed against his body and we’re facing the TV.

  Savior’s body feels amazing against mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s beside me, behind me, or underneath me. I just want to feel him on me all day, every day.

  “How did studying go last night?” He asks. His nose nuzzles my neck and he wraps his arms around my body.

  It feels like we’ve always done this. It feels like an old friend. He feels like, everything. “It went very well. I have my final at ten so I’ll leave here in a little while. Next week, I have an appointment at the clinic to get everything checked and refill my birth control.” I yawn. “After that, I’m done until mid-February.”

  Savior nods and kisses the nape of my neck. Ooh, that boy doesn’t know that’s my spot. “And then what?”

  “Just the internship and I’ll get a job somewhere. I don’t really need one but I like to make my own money instead of relying on my daddy for some.”

  His tongue plays with my earlobe and if this boy don’t quit…“What does your dad do for a living?”

  I was wondering when that question was going to come up. I’d rehearsed my canned answers to Savior for a while and they all didn’t make any sense.

  My daddy is a pharmaceutical rep. He reps Inglewood, Watts, and some parts of Compton. Westsiiiiiiiiiiide!

  My daddy make it do what it do.

  My daddy is a hustla, baby! (In my Pharrell voice)

  I want to tell Savior the truth about my family but I don’t want to push him away. What guy will be okay that the woman he’s banging has a father who keeps goons on retainer? On the same token, I also want to realize who he’s getting himself involved with. He’s not dealing with Karen from Malibu or Christy from Palm Springs. He’s dealing with ghetto-ass Keisha from Inglewood.

  “My daddy runs his own business from home. He does a lot of accounting.” Not quite a lie, but sounds a lot better than the truth.

  Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take
control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.

  “What are your plans today?” I ask.

  “Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. Arousal slowly hums like a gospel hymn between us. “Can I spend the night tonight?”

  Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”

  “I never did thank you for last night.” He kisses my earlobe. My body tingles each time I feel his lips on me. “I really appreciate you being there for me.”

  My body is attuned to every touch of him. I feel the soft thickness of his cock nudging against my cheeks and I try to steady my breathing. “You’re welcome.”

  “I need to thank you.” He rolls on top of me and I open my legs wide to accommodate him.

  It’s the first time we’ve been in this position, and yet, it feels so natural. Savior is significantly taller than me, yet his frame fits perfectly between my thighs. There’s nothing awkward between us. Instead, his eyes burned with desire. His chest is heavy, like he’s trying to restrain himself.

  “Gorgeous.” His voice dripped with lust and experience. His hardened cock is pressed against the vee of my sex. All he has to do is move a little to the right and he’ll be so warm inside of me.

  My sofa is small. It can roll out into a futon but it’s really small fit for just two people in this position. Somehow, I think that’s perfect for Savior. “You don’t have to thank me.”

  “Oh, but I do.” He kisses my neck and I gasp in ecstasy. He quickly moves down my body and pulls my panties aside. A couple of fingers brush against my wet slit and he approvingly smiles. “Your cunt is so ready and wet for me.”