If Only for Another Night

by Jaylin Rogers

  If Only for

  ANOTHER

  Night

  Jaylin Rogers

  Brenda Hampton, Contributor

  Copyright © 2014 Jaylin Rogers

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  BACK DOWN MEMORY LANE

  Author Unknown

  I heard that traveling back down memory lane wasn’t the best thing to do, but when it came to Jaylin, I was willing to consider the risk. Today was his birthday, and for the past several weeks, we’d been conversing over the phone, more than usual. He’d been sending me text messages that made me a little hot and bothered, and on the hush-hush, I’d been sending him some that had him eager to see me too. Now that he was single again, and my current relationship was on the rocks, I figured that we could do no harm by hooking up—If Only for Another Night. That was all I needed to satisfy the growing urge I had for him, and as I prepared for his arrival, I couldn’t stop thinking about the numerous orgasms I suspected were coming my way.

  Whenever Jaylin came to St. Louis, normally, he’d stay at a hotel, or he’d stay at a condo in Weldon Spring he helped me purchase about a year ago. We had that kind of relationship, and the way I looked at it, we were way more than just occasional lovers. We were good friends—friends who could always depend on each other for just about anything. We weren’t trying to fall in love, wasn’t interested in pursuing a serious relationship, and we were at a point where there was nothing that either of us could do anymore to hurt each other. He didn’t give two cents about who I dated, and quite frankly, the countless loves of his life didn’t disturb me either. Pertaining to a serious relationship, we’d been there, done that before, and would never attempt to go there again. More than anything, we grew to understand each other. He was more difficult to understand than I was, but as the years trickled by, I began to focus more on the things about him that intrigued me, rather than the things about him that disappointed me, or should I say, the things I couldn’t change. That was how I managed to be at peace with him, but the truth was, not every woman was capable of ignoring some of his interesting ways.

  With that being said, I had to admit that many things about Jaylin changed after his divorce from Nokea. I predicted that he would never do right by any woman, but I still knew in my heart that he loved Nokea as best as he could. I also knew that his love elevated to the highest level that it could reach would never satisfy her. Simply because the love he had for himself . . . his needs and his wants, superseded everything and everyone. That was a fact.

  As the sun went down, I glanced at the clock on the wall. Jaylin was supposed to arrive at seven o’clock, but he was late. I was kind of surprised, because he had a reputation for always being prompt. He’d curse out a person for being late, so his tardiness alluded to the fact that something could’ve been wrong. I reached for my cellphone to call him, but then I decided against it. I didn’t want him to think that I was eager to see him, even though I was. We had a potential movie deal to discuss, and I also wanted to find out what had really been going on in his world. During some of our more recent conversations over the phone, he seemed happy. Business had been booming and money was flowing like rain. He also mentioned that he hadn’t been sexually satisfied in a very long time, but that was because, according to him, he hadn’t made time to indulge himself. Money had become his priority, and it was the one thing he loved more than pussy.

  I paced the floor in my bedroom with my thoughts locked on Jaylin. A few months had gone by since I’d last seen him, and the last time he was here, things didn’t go so well. His mood was off. Every time I asked a question he snapped at me. I inquired about Nokea and Scorpio, but he acted as if it was a crime for me to mention their names. So, I backed off and let him talk about what was going on when he was ready to.

  I tidied my room a little then my eyes shifted to the clock again. It was almost eight o’clock. Instead of calling him, I went into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. My brown, tinted hair was full of bouncing and behaving curls that fell a few inches past my shoulders. Very little makeup covered my light skin, but the nude color lip gloss I wore made my lips appear fuller. Since sex was, most likely, on the agenda tonight, I accented my healthy curves with a black, sheer and silk negligee that revealed my meaty breasts and coochie that used to have Jaylin’s mark on it. I sprayed several dashes of sweet perfume over my body, and then picked up a can of hairspray. Right then, the alarm chimed and alerted me that someone had entered through the front door. I hurried to put the hairspray down, and then stepped into the five-inch stilettos that were on the floor near my bed. My silk, thigh-high robe was nearby, so I put it on. It stayed slightly open, just so Jaylin could get a peek of what he hadn’t tasted in quite some time. There was no secret that we both had been kind of stingy with the goods, but it was always a pleasure to make up for lost time.

  As I sauntered down the narrow hallway, my heels sounded off on the hardwood floor. The second I reached the foyer, I halted my steps. Jaylin stood, fumbling through a stack of his mail I always left on the table for him. His head was lowered, but I could see the sharp lining around his curly, healthy hair. His goatee was suited well around his mouth and chin, and his smooth light skin glistened with a tan. The aroma of Clive Christian cologne infused the entire foyer, and he rocked a navy, V-neck cashmere sweater that melted on his muscles. I glanced down at his shoes, and the bottom of his dark blue jeans hung slightly over his shiny leather loafers. The bulge in his jeans was in full effect, as was the blinding Rolex with diamonds that adorned his wrist. Like always, he was clean cut, clean shaven and polished to perfection. I assumed that he’d heard my footsteps, but he remained occupied with the mail. As he began to open a letter, he looked up. His luring gray eyes slowly traveled from the top of my head to the tips of my stilettos. He didn’t blink, didn’t smile, didn’t smirk and didn’t speak. Neither did I. Eventually, he was the one to break the utter silence.

  “What’s up, Miss Author?” he said.

  I strutted forward while tightening the belt on my robe to hide my goodies. “What’s up is you. I thought you weren’t going to say anything, and how rude is that, especially when you enter someone’s home?”

  “It’s not rude for a man not to speak when he enters a residence that has his name on it, is it? And the last time I checked, I have more ownership of this place than you do. Besides that, it’s my birthday. You’re the one who should be speaking up and going all out for me.”

  “I agree. And as soon as you taste the triple layer, red velvet cake that I made for you, you’ll see how much I went all out for you. I mean, I went waaay out there. Almost to hell and back.”

  He wet his bottom lip with his tongue and nodded. “Red velvet cake, huh? While I always appreciate your efforts, I’m sure it tastes nothing like the one Nanny B made for me.”

  “
If it doesn’t, then please take that up with the Cheesecake Factory. They’re the ones you should or shouldn’t give all the credit to. All I had to do was drive there to go get it.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  Jaylin lowered his head and started to read the letter in his hand. Like always, he was unpredictable. I couldn’t tell what kind of mood he was in, and for it to be his birthday, I expected for him to be a bit more hyped. Being nosy, I moved closer to him, trying to peek at the letter.

  “What’s that?” I asked. “A disconnection notice?”

  He cocked his head back then closed the letter so I wouldn’t read it. “Damn, why you all up in my business? And the only thing I’m going to disconnect is you.”

  I playfully shivered and hit him with some straight truth. “You wish you could disconnect me. But whenever you’re ready to, just let me know. As for the letter, since you have some of your stuff mailed here, I have access to it. If I really wanted to read it, I would have opened it and glued it back together like I did your bank statements. But I remember how upset you got about me looking at your statements, so I decided not to open the letter.”

  “Don’t remind me,” he said then laid his mail on the table. “And keep in mind that I have access to a whole lot of your stuff too.”

  The direction of his eyes traveled to the vicinity of my pussy. I knew where he was going with his comment, and it would be wrong for me to deny the truth. Instead, I followed behind him as he smooth walked his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and complained about it being empty.

  “I swear, a man don’t get no love on his birthday. If you knew I was coming, you could’ve gone to the grocery store. I guess we’re going to be eating ham sandwiches and chips for the next few days, huh?”

  “Unfortunately, I don’t cook for men who have high demands. And just in case you didn’t notice, there is a McDonald’s, Jack-in-the-Box, and KFC around the corner. You should’ve stopped, but since you didn’t, there is an ice-cold beer in the fridge and some leftover lasagna in the freezer. The cake that I’m sure you’ll enjoy is over there on the counter.”

  Jaylin removed a cold bottle of Bud Light from the fridge then closed it. He walked over to the counter and observed the cake.

  “Looks good, but there’s too much icing on top. Must be, at least, an inch on there, ain’t it?”

  I went over to the counter and swiped my finger on top of the cake. A healthy portion of cream cheese frosting covered my finger. I lifted it close to Jaylin’s lips and smiled. “Maybe not an inch, but I’m not one to complain about inches. You shouldn’t either.”

  He wet his lips again, and then lifted his hand to hold my finger. His sexy eyes shifted to my breasts then back to the icing on my finger. Without saying a word, he opened his mouth and used the tip of his curled tongue to lick most of the icing from my finger. We stared at each other without a blink, and when the icing was all gone, I pulled my finger away.

  “Delicious,” Jaylin said in a soft tone. “Almost as good as you.”

  Before I could respond, he walked away to the hearth room. While sitting on the couch, he held the beer in his hand and propped his feet on the leather ottoman in front of him. I straddled the bottom section of his legs and sat on top of them. My butt was on his legs and the ottoman, so he couldn’t move. He narrowed his eyes to gaze between my legs, but all he could see was the sheer crotch section that covered my shaved coochie lips.

  “Now that I have your attention,” I said. “You never mentioned why you were late.”

  His eyes widened as he looked up at me. “Got tied up at the rental car check-in. The man in front of me didn’t have his shit together, so I had to wait. And why are you asking about my lateness? Were you looking forward to seeing me? I guess so, since your pussy speaks louder than words.”

  “It’s a good thing that my pussy doesn’t speak for me. I thought I did.”

  “Not today you don’t. Besides, when it comes to us, you lie a lot. I can always count on your pussy to tell me what’s up, when I see it cream filled.”

  “It’s not quite there yet, sorry.”

  “No need to apologize, especially when I have such a clear view of things from where I’m sitting. Trust me when I say you’re there, baby. I can always tell when you miss me.”

  I blushed and leaned back on hands. My legs fell further apart, just so I could share my pussy’s inner thoughts. “Of course we miss you, Jaylin, but I understand that you’re such a busy man who doesn’t have much time to entertain anymore. That’s why I made sure the spare room was nice and comfy for you, just in case you require space and prefer to be alone on your birthday.”

  For the first time tonight, he smiled. He stared at me then picked up the beer bottle. He positioned it close to his lips then slipped his tongue into the hole, before taking a sip. Afterwards, he cleared his throat.

  “I always make time to entertain, but the truth is, I’ve gotten kind of bored with certain things, or should I say, with certain individuals from my past. How dare anybody believe that the grass would be greener on the other side? I’ve had the pleasure of rejecting certain people, as they now realize the green grass on the other side turned out to be more like muddy waters.”

  He was so good at talking in circles, so I pushed for a little more clarification. “When you speak of people from your past who believe the grass is greener on the other side, I suspect you’re talking about Nokea and Scorpio. If you are, I wouldn’t necessarily say they’re in your past, only because you do see them almost every day, don’t you?”

  “See, I most certainly do. Touch, I do not or have not, until I get ready to. While we all remain great parents, my life now revolves around more than two women who are living with regrets.”

  Jaylin was a mess. He acted as if he didn’t want to elaborate on this subject, but the truth was he did. Maybe after a few more of those beers, and several shots of Remy, he would be willing to spill his guts.

  “Speaking of regrets,” I said. “That includes you too, doesn’t it? And what did Nokea and Scorpio get you for your birthday?”

  “I have some regrets, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m leaving the past behind. Washing my hands to it all, baby, and I’m feeling good about finally living my life for me and only me. For my birthday, they gave me exactly what I wanted—love, peace and respect. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to change the subject. Give me the scoop on what’s been happening in your world. You said there’s been a lot going on, so let me hear it.”

  Hell, he’d been living his life the way he wanted to all along, and certainly didn’t need a wake-up call from me. I could sense a slight attitude from him, but he was the one who decided to mention women in his past. Whether he was willing to admit his mistakes or not, Nokea was the only woman capable of bringing out the best in him. I had witnessed that much over the years, and none of the women he’d been with, including me, could ever deny or compete with the feelings he had for her. There was nothing we could do to tamper with his heart, but tampering with his dick was now an option.

  “In my world,” I said. “I’m trying to make some interesting things happen. But before I do anything, I need for you to sign this contract, relinquishing all of your rights to films, books, DVD’s, etc. A while back you stated that you didn’t want to be included in any of this. I want to be sure that what you said still stands.”

  Jaylin asked to see the contract, so I got up to go get it. I placed it on his lap then sat next to him on the couch. While he read the contract, I remained silent. He was so serious when it came to business, and pertaining to our previous contract regarding these matters, every “i” had been dotted and “t” had been crossed. That all changed, however, when the truth about his character being real was revealed on Facebook, and in the novel, In My Shoes.

  “While you’re reading that over,” I said. “Can I tell you what some of the readers have been saying about you?”

  With his eyes
glued to the contract, he softly rubbed his goatee and nodded.

  “Some women are mad at you because they say that you don’t like voluptuous women. Others are upset because you no longer reply to your emails, and a few women are downright sick and tired of you. They didn’t approve of your snobby ways in Hell House, and then there are plenty, along with the Naughty Angels, who miss you dearly. They want some Jay-Baby time. I’m kind of onboard with them too.”

  Jaylin didn’t respond until he was done reading the contract. He placed it on the table then turned to address me. “The majority of black men who I know, love and appreciate women with meat on their bones. I am no exception. And there ain’t shit I can do about people who are sick and tired of me—it be that way sometimes. Just know that some of those same people will be the first to read an upcoming book with me as the character. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m very hard to live with, Hell House or no Hell House, so what did they expect? And I ain’t got nothing but love for the people who get me and understand where I’m coming from. Pertaining to the Naughty Angels, they all know that we share a lifetime bond. That situation is all good, and if my time is required, all they need to do is ask. That goes for you as well. Have I ever denied you my time?”

  I sat there, pretending to be in thought. Yes, he had denied me his time, but I didn’t want to go down a list of his faults because we needed to get back to the specifics in the contract. Since I didn’t respond, Jaylin got on his knees and positioned his body in between my legs. He scooted me down and leaned in so close that I could feel what he was packing. With a serious look washed across his face, he questioned me again.

  “Have I ever, Miss Author, denied you my time?”

  My heart started to beat a little faster. With his dick pressing against my hotspot, I had to come correct.

  “Yes,” I replied.