Simply Complicated: Ellison Brothers (Ellison Brothers Book 2) Page 8

  I don’t want to spoil this moment but I have to know what’s going on. I’m already attached to this man and if it’s just a physical thing, we need to end it before the 90 days. “Is it still just sex?” I ask.

  Savior turns to me and cups my face. “Was it ever?”

  Ten

  “This reminds me of my undergrad days.”

  I stand underneath the hot water raining down on me as Savior joins me in the shower. I have nothing but class all day but Savior has all work. It’s nice we’re spending this bit of time together for I don’t know how much I’ll see him outside of the internship.

  He spent the night with me, though it was neither of our intentions that he stayed. Throughout the night, we made love a few more times until we were too exhausted to continue. I found out a favorite position of his is when I’m on top. While I was a bit nervous at first, he guided me just right to ride that magnificent cock of his.

  Now we’re taking a shower, doing things that only couples in love do. Though I’m not sure what was the purpose of him bringing up his thot days. Another reminder that I’m a thot in his thoughts? “Dare I ask why this reminds you of your undergrad days?”

  “The water pressure.” His voice is sexy as all get out and I’m trying to keep my punani at bay. I’m not sure if he’s being honest or if it’s a smooth save. He wets his hair and face, before shaking off the excess. “I remember the water pressure in college was weak as shit, too.”

  “Oh, thank you for dissing my home,” I blink at him, “how kind of you.”

  “My delivery may not have been the greatest, but consider it a gift for you. I’m buying you a new showerhead.” He grabbed a bar of soap and briefly sniffed it before he lathered it up. “Peppermint?”

  “Peppermint, ginger, and charcoal.” I clarify. “It’s supposed to cleanse your skin and make it more supple.”

  “Ooh,” He purrs. His voice is heavy with lust. “Kinda like yours?”

  And there goes my punani sounding like a 90’s R&B love song. “I’ll help bathe you.”

  I bathe him in a small silence, only sounds from the pouring shower beating against the tub. My soapy fingers trail his muscular arms and legs, washboard abs, and chiseled face. I paid special attention to his cock, stroking it as I cleaned it. It didn’t take much for Savior to get hard again. I honestly wondered if he never was soft.

  I was about to rinse him off when Savior grabbed the soap from me and returned the favor. Just like I took care of his body, he took care of mine. He caresses my breasts, slid both of his hands down my legs, and even washed my head.

  There was something so intimate about feeling Savior’s hands on my bald head. Okay, I’m not completely bald but I’m pretty close. Think Amber Rose without the thotass part and you got my fade.

  Never mind about the groupie tales of Kanye’s booty finger, Savior took care of me in a way I’d never experienced before. Granted I didn’t have much hair to begin with, but it didn’t seem to make a difference to him.

  He caresses my head like he was taking special care of it. It was a precious jewel, a rare stone to him it felt like. He massaged my scalp with his fingertips, relaxing me and putting any worries I had at ease. It felt natural to him, as if he did this all the time with me.

  “I need to take care of the most important part,” he whispers. He nudges my thighs apart and brush a finger over my slit. My body stills and I pant at the sudden invasion. He’d touched me several times throughout the night but every time was a new experience. I was already addicted to him and I barely knew if he liked coffee or tea.

  “Shh…I’ll take care of you.” He promises. His lips crawl across my neck, leading up to my lips where he swept them against mine. “Do you trust me?”

  I’ve never trusted anyone. I was taught that early in my life by Andrea, my mother. Once she decided chasing dick was more important than being a mother, I was always ready for someone to suddenly leave me hanging. I mean, if you can’t trust your mama, who can you trust?

  Savior was forcing me to deal with my demons and I’m not sure how my black ass feels about that. “I don’t know.” I honestly answer him. I trusted him enough to dick me down properly but I don’t know if I trust him enough to hold the one thing that means the most to me – my heart.

  “I won’t proceed unless you trust me,” he removes his hand from my sex and I softly groan at the sudden loss. Savior stares deep into my eyes and it’s clear he’s not playing. He’s not a man that takes no for an answer but he’s also not the type who will play a game knowing he’s going to lose.

  Either I give him my full trust or we stop right now.

  With a heavy heart coupled with the undeniable urge to get off, I make a decision I’ll later regret. “I do trust you.”

  Savior sweeps his lips across mine, pushing his tongue again inside. His mouth drinks from mine and our tongues dance. He backs up against the wall, and pushes my thighs apart once again with his hand. He cups my sex and gently massages it, making me slicker and hotter against him.

  “Hold onto me,” he instructs and I do as he says. He brushes a finger against my sex again before he enters inside. The sudden intrusion catches me off guard and I gasp into his mouth. He buried his finger deep inside my love, while his thumb circled my clit.

  My body uncontrollably moved along the rhythm he’d set. I wanted the release; my body craved it. As I moaned more into Savior’s mouth, I felt the heat of my body climbing to an undeniable high. I was writhing, crying out his name, and holding onto his body so tightly, I might have scratched him.

  “I got you,” Savior whispers into my ear, “I got you, Keisha.”

  I could only nod as I panted and cried. I’ve been fingered before by fuckboys who didn’t what the fuck they were doing. They thought fingering a girl was like stuffing a turkey, instead of summoning a genie, but I digress.

  Savior plays my body like a seasoned violinist, strumming me along, figuring out what could make me sing the highest and loudest. Sex wasn’t just an emotion for him but another power move. He wanted to make sure we both knew he owned this, he would worship it, and he would pleasure me at his bidding anytime he wanted.

  And I would gladly let him. Yes, Lord.

  The orgasm was hungrily lapping at my skin. My nipples tightened, my body twisted and turned, and Savior…had this wicked control over me. The question he’d asked had nothing to do trust in the sexual sense, but overall.

  Even though our arrangement is beyond friends with benefits and I’m hesitant to call him my boyfriend, he wanted me to place one hundred percent trust with him. As a result, I gave him power over me and we both knew it.

  He wanted me to play his game, whatever it was, and I would be rewarded with tuition and a car. So why did this overall arrangement sound so twisted?

  Before I could do any hard thinking, Savior flicks his thumb over my clit and my dignity shot out of the window. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me screaming and breathless at the same time, before I came back down.

  I left welts in Savior’s back as my heart pounded out of my chest. My body had small aftershocks and I didn’t let go of my death grip on Savior. I was too afraid of falling.

  Not falling on the floor, but falling in love.

  “I got you,” he kissed my temple and swayed me, “I got you, baby.”

  I didn’t respond. I laid my head against his chest as the water pounded on us. I wanted to cherish the moment with him forever, even if it was a fleeting one.

  ~~~~~~

  “What are you doing later?” He asks.

  After our shower, we got dressed in my bedroom. I put on new clothing and Savior put on a fresh suit for the firm. “School and that’s it,” I shrug as I tried to figure out which sneakers I wanted to wear that day. Do I go with the classic red Jordans or the Adidas? A sista has decisions.

  “I want to stop by later,” he adjusts his tie, “I’ll bring dinner.”

  Now, do FWBs bring over dinner? The last tim
e I checked, not even Jalen’s headass did that. “What kind?”

  “Well, what do you want?” He asks. “Whatever your heart desires, I’ll get.”

  I really want some fried catfish with a side of Louisiana hot sauce but I have a feeling Savior won’t set foot inside any soul food restaurant here. That means I’m picking up the dinner. “Fried catfish.”

  Savior is silent and focusing more on his appearance than what I said. He’s doing intricate maneuvering with his tie and I just know he’s going to suggest something else instead. “The lady wants fried catfish so fried catfish is what she’ll get. Any particular place?”

  Honestly, my daddy makes the best fried catfish known to man but I don’t think an uppity lawyer from Bel-Air and drug dealer from Inglewood are going to have too much in common right now so it’ll be a loooooooong while before the introductions happen. “I know the place. I can pick it up so it’ll be one last thing you have to worry about.”

  “Okay,” Savior pulls out his wallet and gives me a hundred dollar bill. “For dinner and whatever else you think we might need. Any change, you keep it.”

  I want to ask him if this is part of the arrangement – he takes care of me in various ways without saying so. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve had numerous boyfriends in my lifetime and it takes a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Savior to realize I was wasting my time with all of them niggas. I guess better now at 21 than at 51.

  “Keisha?” Savior calls my name and it occurs to me he’d been doing so for the past minute. “Is everything okay?”

  “Um, yeah,” I finally decide to go with the baby blue Jordans. I’m feeling fly and cocky fresh. I quickly put my shoes on and I’m done. “I just have a lot to do today.”

  “I hope you have a great one.” He walks over to me and holds my waist. He looks deep into my eyes and I feel that magnetism that attracted me to Savior on the first day. “I know I’ll be thinking about you all day.”

  “After you fucked my brains out, I don’t know if I can think about you.” I tease.

  Savior’s hands crawl down to my ass and he gives it a firm squeeze. He presses his body against mine. His mouth claims mine once again and I feel delirious. “Here’s something to think about.”

  A knocking on my door interrupts our make out session and I know it’s Tasha, with her nosy ass. I’m sure she listened in to us having sex all night and possibly again in the shower. Something tells me she would’ve pulled up a chair to watch if the invite was extended.

  I open my door and see a surprising worried look on Tasha’s face. You know that feeling you thought you had enough money to get a bite to eat until you realized you spent it all at Sephora instead? That’s the look Tasha’s giving me. “What’s up?”

  “You have a visitor,” she begins, “it’s Jalen.”

  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

  Eleven

  “Is there a problem?” Savior asks as he approaches me from behind.

  “Um…” It occurs to me I haven’t properly introduced my best friend and my pseudo-boyfriend to each other. “…Tasha, this is Savior. Savior, this is my best friend, Tasha.”

  “We’ve met before.” He winks at her. I remember Savior sent Junie and Tasha out for breakfast while he ate me out. I guess he knew I might be a screamer. “Did you and Junie have fun the other day?”

  “Oh yeah!” Tasha leans on the doorway. “We went to the mall and I picked up some clothes and Junie picked up something for his hair because oh my gosh, that boy and his hair can never get it right. And then he spent some money on a drum machine and I was like, ‘Why do you need that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, yeah because I make beats, you know?’ And I was like, ‘Why can you just download some apps for that?’ And he was like, ‘Well, the apps aren’t the same!’ And I’m like, ‘But it’s cheaper and I can use that money to redo my hair!’ And he was like, ‘Why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then I was like, ‘Nigga, why do you always gotta start shit?’ And then he was like…”

  “He gets the point, Tash.” I interrupt her. This is why I can’t have nice things.

  Savior smiles. “Is there a situation?”

  “No, there’s no situation,” I’m trying to think of a good lie to stall Savior but it’s escaping me. I guess telling him to climb out the window is a no-go. “Somebody came by to see me, that’s all.”

  “Oh?” Savior asks. His lips are in a straight line and just as flat. “Who?”

  “Um…” I’m really wishing I pushed Savior out of the window now. I feel time is running out for a good lie. “…no one you need to concern yourself with.”

  “Keisha? Yo, are you here, baby? I got something for you!”

  Savior’s eyebrows rise up in amusement. His eyes are dancing with delight and why do I feel like it’s one of those quirky scenes on Gilmore Girls or some CW bullshit show? “Oh?” He quickly leaves the bedroom and ah, hell.

  Me and Tasha (of course she’ll be following us because her ass doesn’t want to miss a bit of tea) quickly follow Savior as he meets Jalen for the first and I hope, only time. Jalen has a bag of donuts and a black plastic bag of something I’m sure I do not want Savior to know about.

  “You must be one of Keisha’s close friends,” Savior holds out his hand, “I’m Savior Ellison, Keisha’s boyfriend.”

  Tasha looks over at me and I just swallow my response.

  Jalen looks over at me as he slowly shakes Savior’s hand. He’s eyeballing him like if he’s on Punk’d and he’s waiting to see when we’ll actually yell, ‘April Fool’s!’ even though it’s December.

  Jalen looks like the typical fuckboy I have grown to loathe. Muscular with silky dreads, and a penchant for wearing white tees and jeans, he’s the type of nigga that’ll make a grown-ass woman end up on an episode of Snapped because he dicked her down just right.

  It’s a reason why I’m a bird in his harem. Or I should say was a bird until Savior showed me how my pussy works. Every girl has that one guy she regrets sucking his dick. Jalen is that guy.

  “Hi, I’m…” Jalen is stuck. He knows he can’t introduce himself as my boyfriend because he’s never claimed my ass. With rich, white boy in front of him, he’s not entirely sure how to play this card. He does know that Savior isn’t a typical white boy based on how he’s dressed.

  Savior looks like he stepped straight out of Neiman Marcus and a closet full of Armani, Hugo Boss, and Calvin Klein. In fact, the sweater he’s wearing right now is Burberry and his shoes are Gucci. The cologne he just put on is Creed and it’s my new favorite.

  He also looks like the type of guy who doesn’t step foot inside the ‘hood unless he’s there to serve eviction notices. He looks, smells, and exemplifies white privilege and he wears it proudly.

  It’s clear Savior’s presence bothers Jalen. He’s stone-faced, but his stance shows signs he’s uncomfortable. He shakes Savior’s hand, tightening his grip. “I’m Jalen, Keisha’s best friend.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Savior seemingly tightens his grip as well but unlike what Jalen did to him, it’s obvious Jalen’s uncomfortable by the grip and also the power Savior has. This is gonna be fun to watch. “I have a law firm to run so maybe we can meet another time?” The shaaaaaade. “Keisha, baby, let me know what day is good for you so we can all go out.”

  I swallow again. “Um, sure.”

  Savior walks back to me and claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Be good.” He slaps my ass and heads out the door. He walks up to a parked Bentley with a driver awaiting him. They soon take off.

  I’m barely recovering from the incredible sex of the night before and now I’m officially swooning over Savior’s declaration of me in front of my friends. Am I dreaming? Is this really happening? I think I need to pinch myself.

  “Who. In. The. Fuck. Was. That?”

  Ah, yes. Leave it to Jalen to kill any buzz I had going on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning. My thighs are still sore and my voice is parched from the way Savior pu
t it down on me last night. That white boy could fuck as if his life depended on it.

  Of course, Jalen doesn’t need to know that. “My boyfriend. I thought he told you.”

  “Boyfriend?” Jalen follows me inside the kitchen. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

  “Does it matter?” I start the Keurig and look through my selection. Hmm…do they have a coffee specifically for recovering from spread-eagle thighs and screaming until the sun came up?

  “Keisha,” Jalen is right behind me and if this nigga doesn’t give me room…”Keisha! I thought we were cool, you know?”

  “We are cool,” I finally choose a Keurig. “I have a boyfriend now. Nothing’s changed between us other than I won’t sleep with you anymore.”

  “Keisha,” he whines and if this nigga doesn’t stop crowding me, “you know you’re my favorite, right?”

  “Favorite?” Tasha opens up the bag full of donuts Jalen brought over, “a real man would’ve said something like, ‘you know you’re my only, right?’”

  “Bitch, did I ask for your motherfucking opinion?” Jalen yells.

  “Nigga, you didn’t have to ask for my motherfucking opinion because I gave it to you any goddamn way!” Tasha mouths right back.

  “And see this is why no one wants your fat, broke-ass because you always gotta stick your nose into some business that ain’t got shit to do with you!” Jalen points at her.

  “When it comes to my best friend, nigga, I’ll do whatever the fuck I wanna do and what the fuck you gon’ do about it?” She gets right in his face. “I dare you to do some shit to me and let’s see how fast Prince and his boys fuck you up!”

  Even though I’m annoyed as shit with Tasha being all up in my business, she did say the magic phrase. Everyone knows if something happens to me or someone close to me, that’s a guaranteed death from my Daddy.

  For the record, my Daddy has never killed anyone – directly. Now if the question was indirectly…

  “Tasha,” I calmly speak, “go back into your room. This is between me and Jalen.”