by Vera Roberts
Starr had the chef whip up lunch and it was so amazing. It was a grass-fed cheeseburger with sweet potato fries and OMG. I don’t know why I wasted my time on them cheap dollar shits by my house.
Every room boasts of a lot of light and the city view is just absolutely spectacular. All I saw were hills upon hills. I didn’t hear any police chases. I didn’t hear any overhead helicopters. No neighbors were arguing and fighting about random stuff. No one was crying because their relative just got shot.
It was peaceful. It was everything. It was what I’d always wanted.
Starr had to leave to have dinner with her girlfriends but she promised to see me tomorrow evening at the gala. I spent a good half-hour just staring out into the world and wonder about my life. I’m still not sure what’s going on between me and Savior and I wonder what’s really going to happen within the next 90 days. I hope it’s a case that the first week started rocky and things were smooth sailing from this moment on.
I can only hope. Starr suggests that Savior won’t leave me but I need to hear that from him. I need him to tell me we’ll be together or he’s done with me. I don’t know what type of black girls he’s dated in the past but I’m pretty sure none of them had reality show womb-holders and drug dealers for parents.
I never considered myself to be ghetto but let’s face it, in comparison to some of the girls Savior had dated, I’m about as ghetto as they come. I didn’t come from a two-parent home. I came from a place where hearing random gun shots meant you instantly ran and hid for cover.
I can put on my white voice and longhaired caramel wig when I have to turn on the charm, but that’s not me everyday. Hell, that’s not even me on any day. I would rather sit down on the couch with my grape Kool-Aid and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos than attend some stuffy $500 a plate dinner.
I’m not sure if that’s something Savior wants.
“Gorgeous.”
My body stilled as I recognize Savior’s voice. I slowly turn around and offer an equally slow smile to him. He’s dressed in his Armani finest and is looking like the snack that he is. He has a beautiful smile across his lips and I hope it’s sincere. “Hey you. You’re right, it is a gorgeous view.”
“The view is spectacular. That’s why I purchased the home.” He walks over to me and snakes his arms around my waist. “But when I say gorgeous, it’s only you I’m referring to.”
My smile is a bit saddened. I don’t know if Savior is being nice to me before he finally drops the hammer or if he truly feels a certain way. Last night was a huge lie he found out and I don’t know if he would be able to trust me from this moment on. I know I would have issues.
He tips my chin up and places a soft kiss on my lips. His free hand rubs over my head and he places another kiss there. He lifts my head back up and examines my face. He winces a little when he sees a few cuts. “How are you feeling, gorgeous?”
“Waiting for the shoe to inevitably drop,” I honestly reply. “You might as well get it over with it now so I can be on my way.”
Savior softly shakes his head. “I’m not letting you go, Keisha.”
Tears threaten my eyes and I look away to concentrate on something else. “I’ll ruin your reputation.”
“I doubt that.” His voice sounds like it was laced with maple syrup. “Last night was a horrible experience for everyone involved, especially you, Junie, and Tasha. I made sure they got home safely and I had James drop off you and me back here. I wanted to stay and take care of you today but work wouldn’t allow me so I asked my mother to come by.” He caresses my face again. “Your safety is my top priority, Keisha.”
I swallow my emotions. I’m waiting to wake up from this dream but it’s my reality. Savior is my saint. “Last night, with all of those horrible things Andrea said about me, you can’t expect me to show up there anymore with you. Everyone knows what happened. Everyone knows when I go there, it’s going to be like, ‘There’s Savior’s hoodrat girlfriend!’” The thought just humiliates me on a deeper level. “It’s too embarrassing.”
A small pause passes between us before Savior speaks again. “I fully expected Andrea and her boyfriend to show up. They were trying to get inside the club for a long while and couldn’t. I knew what was going to happen.” He explains. “I also knew King J was on drugs and was doing them in the bathroom. I have an anti-drug policy in the club and everyone knows it. He was arrested on that.”
Everything just worsened. I know Savior felt he was trying to do the right thing but if King J goes down, he won’t hesitate to take other people with him. “J is going to rat out my daddy,” I reply, “he does that and it’s over for him. My daddy will be ruthless. My daddy might kill him. My daddy….” I lock eyes with Savior and there’s an knowing within them as if he knew that was a possibility. “You wanted this to happen?”
“I wanted Andrea and James to stop harassing you and leave you alone.” Savior caresses my face. “They’re the ones that chose the path.”
It’s a side of Savior I haven’t seen before. It’s not the professional one who’s methodical about his cases and clients. There’s ruthlessness within him and he’s not one to be played with. It explains his reputation in the legal world and why he has no problem shutting people down before a case had a chance to build legs.
I should be scared. I should run for the nearest exit and not return. Instead, I’m aroused like never before. My nipples tightened and my sex suddenly craves him. My body yearns for him now and the feeling is only getting stronger.
“I want to meet your father.”
The proverbial record scratches and any romantic feelings dissipate into the L.A. air. My father made it clear to me he didn’t care who I dated as long as I didn’t bring home anyone who could be mistaken as a member of a boy band.
I have fantasies of how easily the Fresh Prince blended in Bel-Air, but I’m not sure how easily Savior is going to blend in Ladera Heights. My daddy keeps a strap on him at all times and his best friends act as his underground security. “He’s not going to stop dealing because it’s you. In fact, he’ll do it even more because it’s you.”
“I don’t want to meet your father because I want him to stop nor do I plan to narc on him to the authorities.” Savior presses his body close to mine. “I want to meet the father of the woman I’m going to marry.”
Sixteen
I swallow. Twice. “Marry? You barely know me. We’ve only known each other for a week, Savior! I don’t even know what your middle name is!”
“Thomas,” his eyes twinkle, “what’s yours?”
“Erin.” I’m a bit unnerved at how casual all of this is, like this is just a regular part of conversation. So, hey, your dad’s a drug dealer? Oh cool. Wanna get married?
“We don’t have to get married now, gorgeous.” There he goes again with that pet name and I feel my resolve dissipate. “I want you to have the full college experience before you settle down. I’m willing to wait.”
I’m sure Savior wants me to go to frat parties and get not-chocolate wasted as I play beer pong for the third time in a week. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me spreading eagle for forgettable bad lays. “You’re saying you’re going to wait and you’ll be okay with me doing other random guys?”
“Do you want to sleep with other randoms?” He corners me against the balcony, locking me as both arms hold the wall. “Maybe I’m not fucking you right.”
Yes, Savior. You’re not fucking me right. You need to bend me over this balcony right now and have your neighbors wonder if you’re committing a felony by the way my screams are. I shake the nasty thoughts out of my head. “I told you 90 days, Savior. It’s only been four days.”
“Do you really need 90 days to know how you feel about me? I already knew how I felt about you within the first few.”
I’m not the falling in love at first sight type. However, I can admit the feelings I have towards Savior are reminiscent of a Disney princess movie. Then again, Tiana didn’t even like homeboy until
they were both frogs, and only then, she barely tolerated his ass. “Savior, this is all happening too soon, too fast.” My head is spinning with the information. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. I never had a guy tell me he wants to marry me and I don’t know how to react. I know it’s not a proposal but it’s just…it’s just too fast. We need to…we need to slow down.”
“I didn’t say I want to marry you, Keisha. I said I’m going to.” Savior’s jaw tightens and he steps back. “But if you want us to slow down, I can do that.”
Maybe my definition of slowing down is different from Savior’s. I wanted us to slow down on the whole proposal and ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’ remix. I don’t need to slow down on him laying the pipe. “Can we slow down everywhere else but the sex?”
His lips curve into a sexy smile and he rushes over to me again. His lips hungrily devour mine like it’s the first time he’s kissed me in ages and he doesn’t know when it’ll happen again. He tasted like mint and coffee, with a mixture that was all him.
His tongue played with mine, and he savored my lips. He moved down to my neck and lightly sucked on it while his hands roamed my body. He lifted up my shirt and softly pinched my nipples. I moaned his name, quietly begging him to not stop.
I felt his hands work my pants and he slid another hand inside, cupping my sex. “I love it how you keep it hot and wet for me, gorgeous.” He moaned.
I couldn’t respond. We were outside on his balcony, where neighbors could see us. I didn’t feel embarrassed nor ashamed. I felt overwhelming aroused as another breathy moan slipped out of my throat. He met my moan with another one of his, before he took over my mouth again.
My legs were now bare and so was my sex. My back was against the balcony wall and Savior’s fingers were relentless. His thumb caressed my clit, while a finger played inside me. His soft, wet lips kissed with such tenderness in direct contrast of what his hand was doing.
My body writhed as I whimpered. The orgasm was rapidly approaching as I felt that pressure wind up like a tight coil. His finger moved deep into my tight channel while his thumb circled my clit in the same antagonizing fashion.
Growls and moans sputtered out of my throat. It wasn’t me. I sounded primal, sex-starved; a completely different being. He wanted me to come now, in his backyard, and he didn’t care who heard me.
His mouth was hungry for mine. His lips kissed me with a gentleness I never had before. I was about to lose all control and give in. My fingernails dug into his arms and my legs began to shake with volition on their own. “Fuck!” I breathed out. I had no control of what sounds and words my mouth made.
“Is my girl going to come for me?” He taunted me. His thumb flicked my throbbing clit while he kept fingering me. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
It was too much and I couldn’t stave off the climax any longer. Little more flicks with his fingers, and I came hard, fast, and so loud. The orgasm shook my body like an earthquake, splitting me apart. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs and my body stilled.
He kissed me so softly as I slowly came down from my incredible high. I felt his fingers withdraw from me before I heard the sound of a pulled-down zipper. “Turn around and bend over.” He instructed.
I opened my eyes and saw Savior with his cock out as he stroked it with my essence. His eyes were heated, dark, and just so sexy. I turned around and bent over, arching my back to give him enough access.
He gripped one hand on my ass while the other eased his cock inside of me. I gasped as I felt a burning, stretching sensation. We’d never had sex without a condom and the feeling is completely different. There’s no barrier between us and I feel more connected to him than before.
He bent over me and kissed my back. His thick cock filled me to aching fullness and I still wanted more. He slowly glides in and out of me, hitting my spot with each thrust. He pierced through me, stretching me beyond my comfort level. Groans formed in the pit of my stomach and flew out of my mouth, my eyes watered, and my head spun.
“Keisha…” He moaned. My pussy suckled along his thick length, clenching tight around him. “Ooh…straighten up a little, baby. Yeah, like that.” He drove his hips against mine, building a steady pace.
He fucked me with no abandon. His balls wildly slapped against my pussy as one of his hands tightly gripped my waist. His other hand was around my neck and he softly squeezed it. I’d never been choked during sex before and honestly, it wasn’t on my list to-do. Yet, Savior did it so erotically and with care. It was another level of eroticism.
He sucked in a breath and fucked me harder. Every thrust ripped a scream, a gasp from me as he went faster. My body coated with sweat as I felt Savior’s glorious cock thrust in and out of me. I submitted complete control over to him. I no longer wanted to fight. I no longer wanted to be worried about the future.
I wanted to be free. We both did.
My body began to experience mini-firework explosions and I knew the climax was close. I felt his body tremble as well and I knew he couldn’t stave off the orgasm much longer. We moved together as one, in the open L.A. air, with the hot sun beating down on us. It was raw fucking, yet somehow, it felt like we were making love.
I couldn’t properly get the words out, letting him know I was about to come. Instead, I screamed his name as my body shook. Savior continued to thrust inside until he pulled out, shooting his hot come all over my ass and smearing it with his cock.
He collapsed against my sweaty back, kissing it and breathing hard. His arms were tight around my waist. We panted for a short while, not saying a word, and letting all of the emotions take over.
I felt Savior’s lips on my neck and I turned to meet his again. We kissed in a frenzied passion, almost sloppily, as we exchanged energy between us. He took away my pain while I gave him more freedom to be himself.
“Shower?” He kissed me again. “And dinner after your fitting?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
~~~~~
There is something very B.A.P.S- like about driving down Rodeo Drive and Savior is about to treat me to whatever my heart desires.
As I relax in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, I try not to pinch myself in amazement about what is happening in my life. A week ago, I started an internship at a law firm, hoping to get some info about a potential law career. A week later, I’m in the passenger ride of my boyfriend’s car as he treats me.
I feel like Cinderella. I just hope Savior’s car doesn’t turn into a pumpkin.
I turn my attention to Savior’s whip, and I’m stunned at the extravagance of it. My Beemer is pretty sweet, but this Aston Martin screams, ‘I’m wealthy and you will deal.’ The panel has all of these intricate buttons that I’m afraid of pressing for I’m afraid one of them will parachute my seat and nah, bruh.
Maybe I might have watched too many James Bond movies.
Savior slides his hand between my thighs and slightly pinches the left one. It’s a small gesture but it’s a big one. He’s once again claiming ownership of me, my body, and letting me know I’m his. He glances over to me and I smile back at him, blowing him a kiss and he blows one back.
He surprised me with his music selection and honestly, I didn’t know too many white guys knew who Gerald Levert, but apparently Savior had his entire catalogue. As Gerald croons about a lost love, I wonder what other secrets is Savior keeping from me? He doesn’t seem like the type who would love soul food and listen to Gerald Levert. If I catch this white boy with a pack of Newports and Colt 45, I’ll be too through.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Savior asks as he navigates through traffic.
“Just thinking random things,” I reply after a short silence. “That’s all.”
“Oh?” Savior’s lips curve into a delicious smile. “What random things?”
“Why nobody stopped for gas at any time in the Fast & Furious movies?” I slightly nod. “That bugs me.”
Savior chuckles and I feel that deep
rumble down to my yoni. Damn, when am I not horny around him? “You got a point. They never stopped for gas. They also defied physics. Cars don’t generally fly the way they do in the movies.”
“I figured that much but the gas part, though. Not all of them were driving electric cars.” I shrug. “So yeah, random things.”
“Well, no, that’s a random thing. You said things, plural.” He shifted gears. “What else is in that crazy and brilliant mind of yours?”
A ton of things are going through my head. Am I going to be formally introduced to the rest of his family as his girlfriend? Will Savior ever meet my daddy? How will that meeting go?
My mind travels back to the home issue. I’m getting pressure to sell it and surprisingly, it’s not from the realtors but from friends and family. Honestly, I have no reason to hold onto it but until I’m actually away from college and living my life, there’s no reason to let it go.
Instead of telling Savior any of that, I go with the most logical question. “Gerald Levert?”
“College days. Marc listened to a lot of R&B music. I liked some of it before but he liked the quiet storm and deeper R&B. He schooled me on a lot and I liked it. I can’t listen to any of the new stuff because there’s no romance in it. R&B is suppose to wine and dine a woman, court her, and then bed her. Nowadays, you hear R&B singers talking about penetration before they even say anything about foreplay and you’re like, ‘How is this supposed to set the mood?’”
It reminded me each time we made love, Savior had his own rhythm, tailored to my needs and perfected with each thrust. His tongue took me home to the King like a Tamela Mann song and the way he guided my hips as I rode his cock, makes me bite my lip in anticipation now.
My nipples tightened and I feel a small thump inside my panties. I hope my arousal isn’t too obvious and there’s nothing I can really do about it since we’re out in public. But the moment we get back home to my place, I’m going to be on that ass like a parolee out of jail.
