If Only for Another Night

by Jaylin Rogers

  “When?”

  “So many times that I can’t remember. But that was then and this is now. Now, I need for you to tell me what you think of the contract and sign it.”

  He squeezed my thighs then planted a soft kiss at the center of my forehead. “I don’t sign contracts without my attorney looking things over first. You already know that, so why play games with me?”

  “No games, just business.”

  “Business doesn’t come with a black negligee on, hard nipples and a warm and wet pussy. Only you do.”

  I shrugged. “Ignore what you see and tell me how you really feel.”

  “Glad you asked, so here it goes. The next time my birthday comes around, leave the negligee in the closet. That shit is a waste of money and time, because I don’t care how well you dress that pussy up for me, it will still taste the same, feel the same and operate the same way for me, when my dick or tongue enters it. Now, go take that shit off and meet me in my room, not yours, in five minutes.”

  He definitely had a point about the feel and taste of it, but I always . . . always had a problem with Jaylin being in control of things. I wanted to fuck his brains out tonight, and even though I had put sex on the agenda, I decided to . . . wait. I did, however, enjoy the feel of his bulge growing between my legs, so in the moment, I reached up and ran my fingers through the back of his soft hair.

  “Next time, I will leave the negligee in the closet, but meanwhile, I have a simple question for you. You keep talking about moving away from individuals in your past. I assume that includes me. But then here you are, trying to get your fuck on, If Only for Another Night.”

  The smirk on Jaylin’s face said it all. He was always up to no good, but I sensed it from the beginning. “A man must get some kind of pleasure on his birthday, and I couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather get down and dirty with than you. But after tonight, baby, it’s a done deal.”

  This motherfucker was smooth . . . too smooth. He backed away from me and stood to remove his sweater. That damn muscle-packed body of his was cut in all the right places, and as he unlatched his belt buckle, his jeans lowered by several inches. I looked directly at his eyes, trying my best to ignore all of the goodness that stood before me. Looking into his eyes was no better, but for now they kept me focused. I stared deep into them and smiled.

  “I had major plans to get down and dirty with you tonight too, Jaylin, but you seem to think that the way to a woman’s heart starts by traveling between her legs. I’ve listened to—”

  He halted my words when he reached for my hand and pulled me up from the couch. He eased his arms around my waist and held my body close to his. I took a deep breath, causing my breasts to rise against his chest. His scent got to me; I damn near melted in his arms.

  “No, I never said that the way to a woman’s heart was by going between her legs, and if I did, I don’t think that way anymore. What I believe is the way to a real woman’s heart is by traveling through her strong mind. But you already know that I’m not interested in capturing hearts anymore. What I’m interested in tonight is some hardcore sex that can keep me entertained for hours. As I mentioned to you during our conversations, I haven’t been there in a while. Haven’t had sex with nobody . . . not one single woman in almost six months, because I wanted to take some time away from all of the shit that transpired in my life and reflect on some things. Money has been my focus, but the truth is, I still get lonely too. I still fantasize about being in that pussy, but timing is everything. So, either you’re with me tonight or you’re not. If not, say the word so I can take my cake and jet.”

  Jaylin waited for me to respond, but I couldn’t. This was hard because I had been there to witness everything he had been through. I didn’t want to reject him, and I also didn’t want to deprive myself of a night of pure pleasure, that only he could deliver. Since I hadn’t said a word, he released his arms from around me. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then backed away.

  “I’m going to a hotel,” he said with his brows arched inward, showing a hint of frustration with me. “And I’ll get back to you about that contract, as soon as I can.”

  He tossed his sweater over his shoulder and swiped up the contract from the table. I stood, pondering my next move. By the time that move was made, he was already near the front door. I called out to him, and he turned to face me while standing in the foyer.

  “You already know how I feel about you, but maybe it is time for you to experience some different women. Maybe someone else can offer you what the women from your past couldn’t, or maybe you will discover that being alone is simply okay. That’ll be for you decide. Keep me posted on how it goes, and whatever you do, please don’t hurt nobody, okay?”

  Thankfully, he displayed a tiny smile. “That’s all I’ve been trying to say, but you act like you took offense to it, more so, like you wasn’t trying to hear me. I need a change, but I can’t promise you that I won’t hurt nobody down the road. I’ll think about keeping you posted, but in the meantime, be good, sweetheart. I’ll be back, and you already know why.”

  “Yes, I do. Because Y.D.K.L.L.Y.K.L.W.M.”

  “Exactly,” he said then pounded his chest. “And that’s between us.”

  Yes it was. He was right at the door when I realized that he was leaving without his cake, but that was the last thing on my mind. When he touched the doorknob, I rushed up from behind and called his name again. He turned with a puzzled look on his face.

  “One more thing,” I said. “I forgot something.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pursued an intense lip-lock with him that caused both of our hands to roam. The second he tried to slip his thick fingers inside of me, I grabbed his hand and backed away.

  “Okay,” he said. “I’m out. But with a pussy releasing that much heat, I know you’re still in my corner.”

  I released his hand. “Always, Jaylin. Through the thick and thin, highs and lows, ups and downs . . . I’m here. Ready to share all of your business with the world.”

  He snickered, winked at me then shook his head. After shutting the door behind him, I wondered if he realized that I was telling the truth!

  SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT

  Dhi’Mon Hines

  I will never in my life forget the day I met Jaylin Rogers. It was and still is the most exhilarating, mind-blowing and heart-pumping experience of my life. I had just gotten a job at my first public relations firm since getting my bachelor’s degree and I decided to take a celebratory vacation.

  Seeing how I had never been, I couldn’t think of anyplace else to go for a quick vacation but to the hot city of Miami, Florida. By “quick” I meant one night and I was out the next morning. My first day working would be in two days, so a day-cation was all I could manage.

  Stepping off of the plane, I stood with my bottled water, feeling the sun beat down on my face. It was seven o’clock in the morning and eighty-nine degrees outside. Good thing I had opted to wear a crop top and shorts. Normally, wearing my legs out was something I chose not to do, but after checking the weather yesterday I knew little clothing was needed.

  “The sun just came up and it’s already hot as hell out here!” My best friend, Marisha, complained while standing behind me. Marisha was my outspoken best friend of ten years, so naturally, she had to come with me to Miami. “Can we please go find some AC before I turn into a damn puddle?”

  “Yeah, girl, let’s go. We need to go check into the hotel anyway and start the day. Our only day here.”

  “Yassss! Now, that’s better!”

  After trying on outfits for about two-and-a-half hours, I finally felt satisfied with my outfit for the night. My black lace cocktail dress finally looked good on me, after being tried on about five times. For years, I had this habit of hating everything I put on. There was always something about what I put on that made me look funny, in my eyes.

  While standing in front of the mirror, I examined my outfit. The dress looked very sexy on m
e. It made my small 5’7 frame look curvy and accentuated my perky B-cup breasts and small, but firm, ass. The nude, sling-back Steve Maddens I wore gave me extra height and complimented my soft, caramel legs. My wavy-top bun showed off my round face and the red, MAC lipstick made my freckles and natural red hair POP!

  “If you don’t bring your ass!” Marisha shouted.

  She had been yelling at me for the past two hours to hurry up and get dressed. Although she was used to me taking forever to get dressed, she was just as anxious as I was to get out and about.

  I walked out the door, while singing along with Lauryn Hill’s song playing on my phone: “Ready or not, here I come. You can’t hide . . .”

  “Ready or not, bitch, I’m leaving!” Marisha scolded me as she walked out the room with me, following close behind. “Doesn’t make any damn sense for you to take that long!”

  “Stop acting like this is something new! At least it didn’t take me four hours, like when we went to that Trey Songz concert.” Shaking my head at the memory, I was ashamed just saying that.

  “Trust, if you would have tried to pull that stunt again, you would definitely have been left!”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah! I hear you talking. You look real cute by the way.”

  She had on a red, double-slit maxi dress and black Steve Madden pumps. The double slit showed off her long brown legs that were the envy of many women, including myself.

  “I know I look bad, and it didn’t take me three hours to look this good either!” she shot at me.

  I threw her a quick side eye then stepped into the hotel’s elevator. We were headed to Club LIV. We’d gone to the Miami Heat game earlier and Marisha was told LIV was a Miami hotspot by some guy she’d met.

  It didn’t hurt that it was a five-minute walk from our hotel either. The money we’d save off not having to take a cab would buy us some extra drinks tonight.

  Walking through the doors of the Fontainebleau Hotel, I had a very ‘You’re Not In Kansas Anymore’ moment. It was beautiful. There were black and white marble floors, champagne colored chandeliers, with an elegant chaise lounge. Everything looked so exotic. My next trip to Miami, I will definitely make it a point to stay in one of the rooms, at least, for a night.

  As we rounded the corner of the front entrance to the club, we saw men and women standing in a line.

  “This cannot be the line!” I gasped, feeling agitation come over me. People were standing everywhere, attempting to get inside the club. Some were even waving money in the air.

  A Hispanic lady with long hair and wide hips turned toward us, “Yes, Chica, it is the line. May as well take those heels off and step to the back. Get comfortable, because you’ll be standing for a while.”

  Looking around, I could tell this was going to be one of those nights to piss me off. Marisha tapped my shoulder and pointed in the direction of one of the bouncers. His hand was up, as if he was summoning her over. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I’d seen his face.

  We started toward him, and as we got closer to him, I finally remembered the familiar face. It was the guy from the Heat game that Marisha had been talking to. He looked way more handsome than I remembered him being. He was tall, dark brown, with a muscular build. The black suit he wore gave him a businesslike look. The man cleaned up very well.

  “Did he look like that earlier?” I asked Marisha as we walked toward him.

  “Yes, he did. You just ain’t notice ‘cause you like your men light as a yellow crayon,” she whispered. Marisha was an advocate for the dark chocolate fellas.

  “No, I like them handsome and clean with something big swangin’ down between their . . .” Marisha nudged my side to shut me up and we both laughed.

  After standing at the door for five minutes of Marisha and the bouncer talking and making “I wanna freak you” eyes at each other, we finally entered the club. Soon as we strutted in, my mouth opened wide. The club was just as exotic looking as the lobby of the hotel it was in. Being from North Carolina, seeing clubs like this was a rarity.

  Purple and blue lights graced the walls. It was structured like the inside of a palace. Everything from the lounges, to the staircases, to the superdome resembling roof, it all came together in a majestic way. It was crowded with people. The DJ was playing Wale’s song “That Way” overhead and people were talking, drinking, and dancing all over the place.

  “Damn, I see why getting in is hard!” I yelled to Marisha who finally stopped looking back at the bouncer who was eyeing her body down like she was a homemade scoop of ice cream. She was switching so hard, I thought her hip would pop out of place.

  “You ain’t lying! This place is decked completely out!” She yelled back at me. “That is going to be the father of my future chocolate kids.” She nudged her head toward the bouncer. “Looking like a dark chocolate Hershey bar.”

  We both burst into a fit of laughs. “You eye fucked him so hard that you’re probably pregnant with one of those chocolate kids right now!”

  She agreed and we made our way over to the bar. It was overcrowded, so we decided to find someplace else to sit. There were lounge areas placed throughout the club. From a short distance, all of them looked filled up. Then, we noticed an open lounge of seats near the bar area that sat somewhat secluded from the others. Before someone else could get to it, we rushed to grab the seats. It wasn’t as loud in the lounge, as it seemed to be everywhere else in the club. While at our seats, I noticed there was a drink with what appeared to be dark liquor in it on a table that sat in front of one of the lounge seats. A waitress walked up and asked for our drink orders. After we ordered, she told us she’d be back with our drinks. As the waitress got near the bar, I saw her being halted by a man. Trying to be discreetly nosy, I leaned forward, attempting to see who stopped her. Her body was blocking my view of the man. Eventually, I gave up on seeing who he was, but continued to observe the waitress from the corner of my eye.

  By watching her body language, it seemed as though she was apologizing for something. I assumed it had something to do with us. Once they finished the heated conversation, I saw her walking back toward us with him close behind.

  She stopped in front of us and my suspicions were confirmed, “I’m sorry, but these seats were supposed to be reserved for someone else. I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you’d like to follow me, I will find you two seats in another lounge area.”

  Although I was a bit irritated by us having to move, especially after getting comfortable, it was not a situation that would ruin my night.

  “That’s fine.” I stood to walk off with the waitress. Marisha, however, wasn’t having it. She didn’t budge, and as I walked off, I could hear her yelling.

  “Oh, hell no! This is not fine with me! There is plenty of room for us all to sit here. I’m comfortable and I’m not moving! What motherfucker is so big that they can’t share pretty much an entire section of a club? If it ain’t Rick Ross then the answer is NOBODY.”

  I was too embarrassed to turn around and see what was going on. All I heard was the man, with much hostility in his voice, yell too. “I’m the too big motherfucker that does not and will not be sharing my reserved section of this club! Now, the lady asked you nicely to move. Me . . . I will not be so nice.”

  Marisha’s voice got louder. “And who in the hell are you supposed to be?”

  Just then, I turned around and took several steps toward her, as soon as the man with much pride in his voice said, “I am Jaylin Rogers. And you’re about to be one extremely embarrassed woman, if you do not vacate from my section. This is my last and final warning.”

  All of a sudden, my heart felt as if it had stopped beating. You would have thought somebody had told me Tupac was alive and doing a concert. There was no way I had heard him correctly. I stood with a dumbfounded look plastered across my face. Maybe I should have grabbed Marisha and just left, since I was probably looking dumb as hell. But moving was not an option, because at the moment, I
felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t believe it was him!

  After Jaylin’s last warning, I assumed Marisha had finally gotten the hint. She stood, while sucking her teeth and flipping him off. “Come on, girl.” She grabbed my arm. “Let’s get the hell away from here.”

  As I’d said before, I could not move, let alone walk. When she grabbed me, I stumbled and damn near fell flat on my face, right in front of Jaylin.

  “Whoa!” he said. With quickness, he scooped me by my waist and pulled me close to his buffed chest to hold me. Trying to steady me and give me a chance to walk straight, he released my waist then backed away from me.

  Either the fall had me flustered or the fact that the man with his body pressed against mine was the man of my every fantasy for the past three or four years. Whichever it was, all I knew was that once I tried to walk again, my knees buckled. Yet again, he caught me. This time, he did not release me from his grip.

  “Listen,” he whispered into my ear with what sounded like that of a Greek God mixed with the sound of angels. “I need you to be still for a moment. You’re trying to move too fast and you seem to be a little, or a lot, intoxicated.” Little did he know, I was overly intoxicated, but it was not from alcohol.

  We stood for a moment with his arm still wrapped around my waist. As I started to regain my composure and bring my thoughts together, I knew I had to get out of this space with him. I tried to steady myself, but as I moved my body, he pressed a bit harder. That’s when I felt his manhood jump. Had I not been pressed against his body, I would have sworn somebody had grabbed a damn snake and put it up my dress.

  When his dick flexed again, I jumped and stumbled two steps backwards. Our eyes connected, and I couldn’t help but notice the amused expression on his face. Suddenly, embarrassment spread over me. I didn’t know what in the hell was wrong with me? He had me completely out of my element. So much so that I ignored every word Marisha was saying in the background. It all sounded like mumbo jumbo to me. My eyes were glued to Jaylin, and I checked him out, as he stood strong and tall, with a stance exuding nothing but confidence and power. His face was smooth shaven and his goatee was lined to perfection. He had perfect jet black natural curls. The hint of a smile displayed on his mouth showed his smooth, supple lips and pearly white teeth. The crisp white button-down shirt he wore could barely contain his muscular build. I could see myself ripping that shirt to shreds and licking him all over. I was seriously in a trance, and trying to avoid eye contact, I finally found my voice.