If Only for Another Night

by Jaylin Rogers

  I never had a man take me from behind and have it feel so incredible. Each thrust was bringing me closer to reaching my peak. Just as it was about to happen, his phone rang. I turned my head and saw him looking over to the nightstand to see who it was. He reached for the phone, answering it. I don’t know which was more disturbing; the fact that he answered the phone, the fact that he put it on speaker or the fact that he kept going. “Hey, Lamar, what’s up?” By now it was well past eleven. Why would Lamar be calling him this late? I looked back at him, confused. He just smiled and put his finger to his lips, signaling for me to be quiet. With his free hand, he held on to my hip, preventing me from breaking free.

  Seriously? With the way he was tapping my G-spot, did he really expect me to not make a sound? I buried my face in the pillow in order to quiet my moans, all the while listening to his conversation with Lamar. “Yo, Jay, sorry for calling so late. Were you busy?”

  “I was in the middle of my workout.” I turned around again, frowning. He shrugged, a smile still on his face.

  “Okay, I’ll make this quick. I found coverage for tomorrow, so I’m good to go. Also, I spoke with the guys, and they’re all set for the meeting tomorrow.”

  “Good. Everybody can meet here in my room at one o’clock. You know how I am, so everybody better be on time, or I’ll start without them. After the meeting, we can get in a round or two of golf then hit up that sports bar you were talking about.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I’ll pass the word. And, Jay, sorry for the interruption. Later.”

  “Later, man.” Jaylin disconnected the call and replaced his phone on the nightstand. “Sorry, baby. I promise you, no more interruptions. You, and this pussy, have my undivided attention.” Grabbing both my hips, Jaylin began to drive himself into me harder and faster. His nine felt like a titanium rod. He was about to erupt and so was I. The faster he pumped, the harder I came until we both collapsed in a heap on the bed.

  Good thing we finished when we did, because not five minutes later, my phone began to vibrate. I grabbed it from the nightstand, showing Jaylin the caller ID before answering. It was Lamar. “Hello?” I answered in a sleepy voice. Jaylin shook his head as he got up to go to the bathroom.

  “Hey, G. I was going to invite you for some late night IHOP, but I guess you’re asleep.”

  I hated lying to Lamar, but I was not comfortable with him knowing what I was up to, and with whom. “Yeah, that workout really wore me out.” I laughed to myself at the double meaning. “But we can hang out later this weekend if you’re not too busy with Jaylin.”

  “Works for me. Go back to sleep, and we’ll talk later.”

  “Okay, good night.” I touched the screen to end the call. I got out of bed and waited for Jaylin to finish in the bathroom. As we switched places, he looked at me and again shook his head. “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he replied. I ignored him for the moment, taking my turn in the bathroom.

  When I came back, Jaylin was relaxing on the bed with his back against the headboard, a fresh glass of Remy in hand. He motioned for me to join him. I walked over to his side of the bed then sat in between his legs with my back leaning against him. As I turned slightly to face him, he handed me a glass of Moscato D’Asti. It hit the spot, considering how parched I was. “You okay?” Jaylin asked.

  I looked into his beautiful gray eyes. “I’m fine. Sore, but otherwise fine,” I laughed.

  Jaylin chuckled. “I thought you could handle it.”

  “You were there. I did handle it,” I replied. “But now I’m paying for it.”

  Adding more Remy to his glass, he uttered, “Well, you know we’re not done yet. The night is still young and you’re not leaving here anytime soon.”

  I held out my glass for another drink. “Trust me, Jaylin, I know. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

  “Good,” he replied, refilling my glass. “So, let me ask you this, Giana; why did you lie to Lamar when he called you? Why didn’t you want him to know you were with me?”

  I thought about it for a moment before answering. “To be honest with you, I guess I care what he thinks about me. And for the record, you lied to him too. ‘I was in the middle of my workout’,” I chortled, imitating Jaylin.

  Jaylin couldn’t help but laugh. “You know damn well that wasn’t a lie. I might have omitted some major details, but I was in the middle of a workout. I was sweating and everything. But if you want to go there, you owe me.”

  “How you figure?” I couldn’t wait to hear his explanation.

  “I compromised my principles by not being 100% honest. I did that for you,” he said, pretending to be wounded.

  I found Jaylin hilarious. He had this knack for turning a situation around and using it to his advantage. “Sure, Jaylin, you did it for me. And why would you do that?”

  “You said it yourself; you care what he thinks about you. I was just protecting your good name.”

  Once again, Jaylin used my own words against me. This man was full of it, but I couldn’t help but play along. “Fine. What are your terms?”

  “I’m not sure . . . yet. But when I’m ready to collect, just be ready to pay up, no questions asked.”

  “Hmmmm, you get to call in a marker whenever you feel like it, and I basically have no say in the matter. Sounds like blackmail to me.”

  “Consider it a business arrangement with very narrow terms. Default is not an option,” he responded, a self-satisfied look on his face.

  I was actually intrigued and wanted to see how this would eventually play out. “Jaylin, you have got yourself a deal.”

  “Wise choice. Now, tell me, have you and Lamar ever . . . ?”

  I cut him off mid-sentence. “Oh God no, never! Lamar is my best friend, more like a big brother. An overly protective big brother, but that is it.”

  “Good to know because I don’t do sloppy seconds. I don’t have too much respect for a woman who sleeps with a man, then let’s his boy hit it. But that still begs the question as to why you care what Lamar thinks. Hell, why do you care what anyone thinks? I’ll be damned if I care what anyone thinks about me.”

  I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Clearly. But to answer your question, while you may not care about how others perceive you, I do care how they see me. My reputation is everything, personally and professionally. And let’s face it Jaylin; you’re a bad boy in really expensive clothing. While Mitt Romney had a binder full of women, you, my friend, probably have an electronic Rolodex full of them. You’ve been with a lot of women, and Lamar knows that. And as much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want to be seen as just another entry in that Rolodex.”

  “You, Dr. Monroe, are not just another entry in my so-called electronic Rolodex. Hell, I didn’t even know there was an app for that,” he said, mirth in his tone. Jaylin lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “If you were, we wouldn’t be here like this. The way I see it is this; we are friends and two consenting adults who really enjoy each other’s company, and I don’t just mean the sex. Whatever happens, whenever it happens, it’s just between us. Cool?”

  In some small way, I felt like I got to know a bit more about this man whom I still knew very little. “Cool. And, Jaylin, thank you,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

  “You’re welcome, baby. But there’s something you should know.”

  I was almost afraid to ask. “What’s that?”

  Flashing me a sly grin, Jaylin stated, “Once the pussy’s mine, it’s always mine.”

  “Say what now?” I crossed my arms in front of me, rolling my neck.

  “You heard me woman. Once mine, always mine.”

  It was funny how some men are of the mindset that they can keep a woman’s coochie, or several women’s for that matter, on lock, demanding her complete loyalty, but then go around slangin’ community penis. And yet, I was amused by Jaylin’s sheer audaciousness. Currently, I was very unattached, so I had no problem letting Jaylin think it was his
. . . for now. “I’ll keep that under advisement.”

  “You’d better,” he said. “One more thing. I’m not sure if you’ve realized it, but I’m not your one-night stand anymore.”

  “You’re right, you’re not. Now you’re my two-night stand,” I kidded.

  A devilish look in his eyes, Jaylin replied, “I don’t leave until Sunday. Play your cards right and we can make it three.”

  “Throw in dinner tomorrow night and it’s a date,” I said, extending my hand for him to shake in agreement.

  He gently pushed my hand away and instead kissed me on the forehead. “You got it, sweetheart.”

  “In that case, I say we pick up where we left off,” I said, taking another condom out of the box, sheathing his rock hard nine-plus inches. “After all, once you leave, who knows when we’ll see each other again?”

  “Who knows indeed?” Jaylin answered. “But then again, it might be sooner than you think,” he countered, turning me around to face him and slipping himself inside of me.

  One could only hope. I kissed Jaylin deeply, enjoying the time, and everything else, he was giving me, even if it was only for a short while.

  And there you have it. For me lightning did strike twice, and if my luck held, it might strike a third time. I may not have had my Mr. Right, but for the time being, I did have Mr. Right Now, Jaylin Jerome Rogers, a man who appears to come into my life exactly when I need him, and someone I actually consider to be a friend. Like Mr. Rogers said, whatever happens, whenever it happens, it’s just between us and it would remain our little secret.

  My Daddy

  Myra Walker

  The day Jaylin Rogers crossed my path I was putting groceries into the trunk of my car. Two of my bags ripped, sending several of my items rolling down the parking lot. My bread was smashed and every last one of my eggs were cracked. I was frustrated, only because I warned the bagger about putting too many items in one bag. But much of my frustrations went away, when I spotted a very sexy and clean-cut man pick up my rolling items and carry them in his arms. A white, polo cap covered his curly hair and the cap matched his shirt. He wore tan cargo shorts that showed his toned calves, and leather sandals covered his feet. I was tongue-tied by how handsome he was and could barely get out the word, “Thanks.” He smiled at the shocking look on my face, and after conversing with him for about thirty minutes, he gave me his phone number. I couldn’t wait to call him, and later that day, we spoke further about our careers, family and friends. He invited me to his place the following day, and being from Miami, I knew the area he mentioned was where many of the rich and famous people lived. He mentioned that he was a property investor, but when I parked in front of his house, I couldn’t believe how spectacular it was. Glass windows surrounded the place, and the stone columns made the house appear fit for a king. Palm trees surrounded the property and it was so bold and beautiful that it made many of the other properties in the same vicinity look ordinary. The nearby ocean was a bonus, and there was easy access to the white, sandy beach. I was floored, but even more when Jaylin opened the double doors to let me inside.

  “What’s up, Myra,” he said with a Crest smile that made my heart melt. I didn’t want to appear loony or out of my mind, but the truth is I was blown away.

  “Hi, Jaylin. How are you?”

  I reached out to give him a hug. Being snuggled against his chest sent me to la-la land, and since I was so short and petite, his tallness made me feel very secure in his arms.

  “I’m good, baby, can’t complain. Why don’t you step into the living room and have a seat. I’m waiting for my nanny to return, so that the two of us can have some privacy.”

  I stepped down into the sunken living room with all white furniture. A winding staircase made of glass and wood was to my right, and to the left was a humongous fireplace with a flat screen TV mounted above it. I was careful not to mess up anything, as I stepped on the white, plush carpet, and hopefully I didn’t sweat when I sat on the leather sectional.

  “Can I get you anything?” Jaylin asked then looked at his watch.

  I needed to clear my dry throat, so I asked for a glass of ice water.

  Jaylin left the room, and I looked up at the tall, vaulted ceilings. Near the staircase were doors to several rooms, and standing right by a loft area was a little girl. She was very pretty and Jaylin’s look was written all over her. A teddy bear was squeezed in her arms, and as she saw me looking at her, she smiled. I waved at her, but when Jaylin came back into the room with my water, I turned my head toward him.

  “Thank you,” I said, removing the glass from his hand.

  “You’re welcome.”

  He sat next to me on the couch and rested his arms across the top. While I drank the water, he tapped his fingers and patted his foot on the floor.

  “Damn, where is she?” he said. “She should’ve been here by now.”

  “Who,” I said, sitting the glass on the table in front of me. “Your nanny?”

  He sat up and quickly removed the glass from the table. “Not there,” he said. “Let me get you a coaster.”

  Jaylin reached for a coaster and then placed the glass on top of it. He sat back again, but this time he crossed one leg over the other. “Yes,” he said. “My nanny.”

  As I was getting ready to respond, the little girl came into the room. Her natural long hair was secured with a pink headband that had a yellow flower on it. The teddy bear remained against her chest and she looked at her father with wide eyes that were the color of his.

  “Yes, Jaylene,” he said. “What can I get you?”

  “I want two cookies and some milk. You said you’d get them for me earlier, but you still haven’t gotten them.”

  Her little sweet, timid voice was heart-warming. Jaylin excused himself. He wasted no time going into the kitchen and honoring his daughter’s request.

  While he was in the kitchen, Jaylene stood there swaying back and forth with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. “Hi,” she said. “My name is Jaylene Rogers. What’s your name?”

  She was so adorable that I wanted to hold her. I reached out to her, and she came up to me and sat on my lap. “My name is Myra. Myra Walker.”

  Jaylene tilted her head to the side, inquisitively looking at me. “Myra, are you here to spend some time with my daddy?”

  I nodded. “Yes, just a little time. He seems like a very nice man, and I would like to get to know him better.”

  “Hmmm,” she said then peeked around me, as if she was looking for someone. She then leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “He is a nice man, but just between us, he only has one leg. The other one is fake.”

  I cocked my head back and shot her a puzzled look. “A fake leg? Really?”

  Jaylene nodded. She then leaned in to whisper in my ear again. “Before my dad comes back, you might want to get that thing out of your nose. It’s pretty big and green.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was being truthful about something being in my nose or not, especially after the leg thing that definitely wasn’t true. Besides that, I didn’t like kids who told lies. I quickly removed her from my lap and turned my head in another direction to avoid her. When Jaylin returned to the room, I couldn’t help but to examine his legs that were visible from the white shorts he wore.

  “Your cookies and milk are on the kitchen table,” he said to Jaylene. “Go eat, and do you know where your sister and brothers are at?”

  She shrugged and scratched her head. “No, Daddy. I don’t know.”

  Jaylin pat his cheek, and before heading to the kitchen, Jaylene kissed his cheek and thanked him.

  He sat next to me on the couch again, and right before his cell phone rang, I asked if I could use the bathroom.

  “Sure,” he said with the phone in his hand. “It’s down the hall over there and to your right.”

  I got up and hurried to the bathroom, just to be sure there was nothing in my nose. There wasn’t, but while I was in the bathroom, I searched th
e medicine cabinet for condoms and meds. The only thing inside was a bottle of Tylenol and a fingernail file. I closed the cabinet then looked in the mirror to spread more red gloss across my lips. Then I raked my lace-front wig, designed to resemble Beyoncé’s hair, with my fingers. The casual pants and shirt I wore fit my petite frame well, and the sandals I had on showed the recent pedicure I’d gotten. I washed my hands, but before I returned to the living room, I walked further down the hallway and peeked into what looked to be a guestroom. It was laid out, and from what I could tell, Jaylin was a man with some serious money. I had to be sure that I played my cards right, because in a matter of time, I was sure he would hook a sista up. When I returned to the living room, he stood, waiting for me.

  “Listen,” he said. “That call was from my nanny. She ran out of gas on the highway, and I need to go make sure everything is good with her. If you would do me a huge favor and watch my kids for twenty . . . maybe thirty minutes, I would appreciate it. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  I hesitated a little, but I guess there was no harm in helping out. Plus, if I was going to be kicking it with him, I needed to meet his kids. “Sure, Jaylin, no problem. Take your time and please make sure your nanny is okay.”

  Jaylin nodded then hit an intercom button. He yelled into it. “Mackenzie, LJ and Justin, into the living room, pronto. This is an emergency.”

  Dang, how many kids did he have? Hopefully, they were much older because I wasn’t in the mood to be watching a bunch of snotty-nosed kids. I didn’t have any children—couldn’t have any, as a matter of fact, but my sister’s kids were like my own. There were times when I watched all six of them, and being around them drove me nuts.

  Minutes later, a tall boy who appeared to be about eight or nine came into the room with a basketball tucked underneath his arm. He was handsome as ever, and a future model was written all over him. Then an older girl with extremely long hair that was midway down her back rushed in, carrying a little boy who made my heart melt once again. Now, I truly felt as if all children were beautiful, but these kids looked magazine ready. From their clothes to their hairstyles, they all had it going on.