#SampleSunday: the oath.
So I've been watching this whole indie writer game for a minute and am always hyped for Sample Sunday from my faves. Today I decided, on a whim (& after three delicious watermelon lime beers), to participate. So here's my ~first~ #samplesunday post. Is this where I say that this sample is copyrighted, unedited and subject to my fickle mind making changes prior to publication? : ) Hope y'all enjoy!
“So what were the other rules?” Ellis’ low rumble pulled me out of the orgasm induced hazed I’d been in. After finishing up in the living room, we moved into my bedroom where we devoured each other at least three more times as if each time would be the last. I was dozing off when Ellis asked the question I had no definite answer to. The only real rule I had regarding the rollout of this relationship was how it would eventually be revealed to the family. The last thing I needed was Imogene Landon-Lee calling me and going on about how good girls don’t hop from brother to brother. Or how I should have never gave Everett to that damn ginger girl for the millionth time.
“Well…er…um…” I stalled.
“Wait a damn minute. There ain’t no rules beyond don’t tell my mama are there? Auntie Im got you that shook?” Ellis laughed.
“It’s not just my mama I’m worried about…”
“Well who else? Certainly not Everett.”
“Hell no. That fool prolly already knows because Cass can’t hold water.”
“I thought you said…”
“I said nothing; you assumed,” I laughed.
“So who else? Certainly not my mama.”
I remained quiet, playing with the scalloped lace edges of my sheets. That’s exactly who had me shook. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely didn’t want the judgment or censure from my mother, but I could just ignore her ass for a few days and she’d be past it. But Auntie Randi…I couldn’t be the lil heffa who messed around with both of her sons. I’d always been closer to her than Cadence’s mom Auntie Berta because of our shared love of dance. Auntie Randi was the one who encouraged my mom to put me into Hurston Dance Company after seeing me messing around with choreography on my own around the house. When Everett and I broke up, Auntie Randi had nothing bad to say, but I always felt like she was a bit disappointed that I wouldn’t become her daughter-in-law, popping out little dance grandbabies. Don’t get me wrong, she loved Cassidy, but they were about as opposite as two folks could get. Thank goodness The Bean inherited her grandma’s dance genes.
“For real, Bee? Quit playin’, you know Miranda loves her some Devorah.”
“Yeah, but will she love the Devorah that’s fucked both of her sons?”
“Bee, just the tip doesn’t count.”
“It totally doe---WAIT! You know about that? Oh my gooooooood,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands and turning away from Ellis.
Everett and I swore we wouldn’t tell anyone about our failed sexcapades. I mean I’d told Cade, obviously, but he had to know that was a given. There was rarely anything that I didn’t tell her. But that didn’t mean he could tell his brother. Ellis grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into an embrace, kissing my forehead as he chuckled.
“Baby, that was over ten years ago. Besides…I won anyway! You let me get all up in them…”
“Stop. Ew. Do not finish that sentence or you will never get all up in me ever again.”
“Yeah right,” Ellis drawled, running his hand down my body to cup my ass.
“Stop tryna distract me. I’m serious though. Please let’s just chill on letting the old heads know about whatever this thing is.”
“This thing being our relationship. Say it with me Bee. Our rela…actually, scratch that. I’m about to make you take an oath. Repeat after me. I, Devorah Nicole Lee…”
I rolled my eyes, pushing against Ellis slightly to loosen his embrace. He pulled me in even closer, locking a leg around mine to keep me in place. I looked up to see him waiting with one eyebrow cocked.
“All right, fine. I, Devorah Nicole Lee…”
“Do solemnly swear…”
“Do solemnly swear…”
“That I am in a relationship with Ellis Stacey Taylor…”
“That I am in…” I paused.
Ellis just looked at me, with a brow raised.
I smirked, “All right, all right, I’ll quit fucking with you. That I am in a relationship with Ellis Stacey Taylor…”
My heart damn near burst outta my chest after saying that line. Lord, it was something I never thought in life I’d be saying, let alone repeating in some crazy ass oath Ellis had me taking. Pretty sure that I was grinning like a loon at this point as well.
“Who is knocking the bottom out that thang.”
“I’m not repeating that.”
Outloud that is, because he was certainly knocking out the top, bottom, middle and sides of that thang. Whew.
“You know it’s true. I know it’s true. It’s fine. You don’t have to say it.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“Lies you tell, woman!”