Nanny B sat in my beige leather rocker and laid LJ on her chest. She rocked back and forth a few times, and in less than five minutes, he was asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and felt like a proud father with the little progress I’d made today. I didn’t really know what I would do without Nanny B around, so I asked if she would move in with me.
“There’s plenty of room, Nanny B. Besides, you’re here most of the time anyway.”
“Jaylin, I don’t know. Let me think about it. You really seem like a man who needs his privacy.”
“I do, but I need my children in my life even more. I need proper care for them, and that means more to me than anything. So, please,” I begged. “Think about it and let me know in a couple of days.”
“I will,” she whispered. LJ squirmed around in her arms. “Why don’t you go get some rest while Mackenzie and LJ are both asleep? You look tired. If you and Scorpio wouldn’t have been up all night fooling around, maybe you could have gotten some rest.”
I kissed her cheek and left the room. I checked in on Mackenzie, and since I knew she probably felt neglected because LJ was around, I climbed into bed with her. She woke up just long enough to put her arms around me and went back to sleep.
LJ’s loud crying woke up Mackenzie and me. I sluggishly went downstairs to the kitchen to see what all the fussing was about and Mackenzie followed. Nanny B had him all taken care of. He had a bottle in his mouth and was going at it.
“He’s fine. Babies do cry, you know?” she said.
“I know, but he cries a little too much, doesn’t he?” Mackenzie said.
“I agree,” I said, giving her five. We both laughed.
“He doesn’t cry any more than you two did when you were babies,” said Nanny B. “And, Mackenzie, you still cry, don’t you?” Mackenzie’s eyes watered, and she wrapped her arms around my legs as if her feelings were hurt.
“Come on, baby,” I said, rubbing her back. “Let’s go upstairs and see if we can get LJ together.”
I took LJ from Nanny B and we all headed upstairs. I put some old sheets on my bed so my good ones wouldn’t get messed up, and Mackenzie, LJ, and I sat up watching the Cartoon Network channel.
Mackenzie’s Barbies were all over the bed and LJ was staying occupied by putting them into his mouth. He was learning early, I thought, and was definitely going to have his way with the women just like I did.
Nokea came thirty minutes early. Nanny B was downstairs and opened the door for her. When she came into my bedroom and saw me sitting in bed with my kids, she smiled and put her hand on her hip.
“I knew you couldn’t handle it. So, don’t lie. You called the nanny, didn’t you?”
“Woman, please. Nanny B comes over on the weekends anyway. So, don’t go talking nonsense.”
“Jaylin, stop lying. She already told me you called her crying, begging, and pleading for her to come over here. You should be ashamed of yourself for lying. I thought you said earlier our child is one of the things we shouldn’t lie about.”
“Okay, busted. But you know I was just playing too, don’t you?”
Nokea lifted LJ off the bed. “Yeah, I thought you were playing, but I also knew how much I missed my little baby today.” She rubbed noses with LJ and kissed all over his face. I was slightly jealous because he started cracking up as she talked to him. When I talked to him he just looked at me and stared. Shortly after, he’d start crying. I guess he probably wasn’t comfortable being around me yet.
“Hello, Mackenzie,” Nokea said, noticing Mackenzie’s frown.
“Hi. Is LJ going home?” she asked.
I scooted Mackenzie next to me in bed. “Yes, but he’ll be back with us next weekend, okay?” I said. She smiled and laid her head against me.
“Jaylin, you know you got that little girl too spoiled. She isn’t going to be any good when she gets older.”
“Don’t go telling me how to raise my kids. If I want to spoil them, I can.”
“Well, don’t come running to me when they get out of control. You have to start putting your foot down and you can’t let them run over you like Mackenzie does.”
“Just...Be quiet,” I said, irritated by Nokea’s comments. “Things were going cool between us, until you started running your mouth trying to tell me how to raise my kids. First of all, don’t say that shit in front of her. If you got something to say, pull me aside. Have a little respect, all right?”
“And you have respect by cursing like that? I just think—”
“I just think you were leaving.” I got off the bed, gathered LJ’s things, and escorted Nokea to the door. Before she left, I held LJ and kissed him again. Nanny B and Mackenzie gave their good-byes as well.
After my long nap earlier, I couldn’t go back to sleep for nothing. I called Scorpio and told her Mackenzie and I were on our way. It was raining outside, so I covered Mackenzie with my jacket and we ran to the car. Mud covered the bottom of our shoes and messed up my floor mats. I thought about how badly I’d dissed Brashaney for the mud on her shoes, and seriously thought about calling her to apologize, since it had been raining that day as well. But when I thought about her trying to slap me, she was better off left where she was: behind.
I parked in Scorpio’s driveway, and there was a nice-ass silver-and-blue Kawasaki motorcycle parked there as well. I wasn’t sure who it belonged to, but I covered Mackenzie again and we ran to the door. Scorpio opened with a pencil in her mouth and a grin on her face. She wore a short flimsy flowered sundress that showed her shapely, pretty legs and her cleavage. Mackenzie rushed in, but I stood outside and observed her.
“Are you coming in or what?” she asked while fidgeting and teasing her hair with her fingers.
“Don’t you have company?”
“Yes, but he’s just—”
“I’ll talk to you later, all right?”
I walked off and Scorpio ran up behind me. “Jaylin, why are you tripping? It’s not even like that. He’s just my tutor, and he came over to help me with my homework.”
“Your homework, huh? That’s cool, then go do your homework. Why you out here trying to explain something to me that really ain’t my business?”
“I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea. But seems to me, you’re a little jealous.”
The rain had slacked up a bit, so I had a moment to set the record straight with her. I stepped face-to-face with her. “Scorpio, let’s get something straight, right here and right now. You are free to date any damn body you want to. And, so am I. So, jealous? No. Disappointed? Yes. Disappointed that I fucked you the way I did last night. You really didn’t deserve it, and it was a waste of my time.”
Her mouth opened in disbelief. “What? If anything, you don’t deserve me. I’m trying to be nice and spare your fucking feelings, but you’re too much for me. If you really want to know, your dick ain’t that damn good, Jaylin, I’ve been the one wasting my time.”
“Okay, if you say so, baby. But the next time I fuck you, or if I decide to fuck you again, keep all that hol-laring, moaning, and groaning, ‘Oh, I love you so much’ bullshit to yourself.”
“I will. And the next time we get up, it’ll be my call, not yours.”
The rain started to pick up again, and I was in no mood to stand outside continuing this argument with Scorpio. Her gripes about my ill treatment fell on deaf ears, so I got in my car and headed home.
The windshield wipers screeched against the window, as the rain slowed again. My mind wandered back to my amazing day with LJ and Mackenzie. They had turned my whole life around and made me feel like I could breathe again. My only problems were these damn crazy-ass women I had in my life. Nokea, Scorpio, Brashaney, and Felicia, who at least wasn’t too far gone. I couldn’t figure out which one was stressing me the most. Was it Nokea for declining my proposal and denying me my son all these months? Was it Scorpio for allowing me to support her and thinking she could bring home any Tom, Dick, and Harry she wanted to and I would keep paying the b
ills? Or Brashaney, who was just flat-out downright stupid, and couldn’t look like a true lady no matter how hard she tried? Maybe even Felicia, who really wasn’t stressing me at all, but I couldn’t stand because we had too much in common.
I snickered about how Scorpio claimed I wasn’t that good. What nerve? Out of all the women I’d slept with, she knew better than to let something that stupid slip from her mouth. Every time we had sex, she’d be coming four and five times in less than an hour. As a matter of fact, since I’d met her ass, she hadn’t been able to go one week without my dick inside her. The only time she’d been without it was when I kicked her out for lying to me about being a stripper. So, she could kiss my ass with that statement. She knew it didn’t get any better than this, and whoever it was at her place, he was wasting his time.
I was on Wild Horse Creek Road in Chesterfield when I noticed a silver Jaguar slumped on the side of the road. I pulled over behind it and got out of my car. As I neared the Jag, a young white woman with long, straight blond hair was inside dialing her cell phone. She looked frightened, but when I offered to help she seemed to relax. She opened the car door and got out as the rain started to pour down on both of us. I took my jacket off and put it over her head.
“Thank you,” she said, wiping the rain from her eyes.
“What happened?” I asked.
“My car slid. I tried to get out of the mud, but it’s getting deeper. When I called for help, my cell phone went dead.”
“Come get in my car. You can use my phone, or if you live close by, I can take you home.” We hurried to my car and got in. She wiped the rain from her face again and pulled her hair back.
“Thanks again, Mr...?”
“Jaylin, Jaylin Rogers. And yours?”
“Heather McDaniels.” We shook hands.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. McDaniels, but, uh . . . Do you live close by?”
“Yes. Less than ten minutes away. Would you mind taking me home? I’d like to call someone to come get my car.”
“No problem.”
I turned up the heat to dry us, and Heather rubbed her hands together in front of the vents.. I immediately noticed a blinding platinum diamond ring on her finger. Had to be at least five or six karats, and the baguettes really set it off. Somebody was lucky. I just wasn’t sure if it was her husband or her. From what I could see, though, he was the prizewinner. She was an attractive white woman. Had a nice slim body, big, juicy, succulent breasts, and a fairly shapely ass. I had already peeped that when she got out of her car.
Heather directed me to her house, and I pulled my ’Cedes into the curvy, stoned driveway. The house was built like a castle, with a beautiful waterfall in front of it. It had to be at least a two- or three-million-dollar home, and here I’d thought my million-dollar home had it going on. If I would stop all the splurging and cut back on the material bullshit, a home like this would be no problem for me.
“Jaylin,” she said, reaching out her hand. “Thank you so much. You are definitely a life-saver. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.”
“Glad to be of assistance,” I said, shaking her hand back. She reached into her purse and tried to give me a hundred-dollar bill.
“No, no, please, I can’t take it. Like I said, glad to be of assistance to you in your time of trouble.”
She put the money back into her purse. “Okay, well at least come inside for a drink. Besides, my husband is out of town on business, I could use some company.”
“A drink, huh?”
“Yes, whatever your heart desires. I’ll show you around the place, too.” I tapped my fingertips on the steering wheel and hesitated. “Come on, Jaylin. If my husband knew what you did for me, he’d insist. He’d actually kill me if he found out I didn’t repay you.”
With that being said, we headed to the tall glass double doors that opened to the entrance of the house. Nothing but beauty hit me as I walked in. In the foyer sat two baby grand pianos: a white piano on one side and a black one on the other. Above them was a T-staircase that went from the great room to the dining room. Every piece of drapery that covered the windows was satin white with black embroidery, and thick, black tassels pulled them aside to reveal the sheer curtains in the middle. The floors were covered with black, gray, and white swirling, so shiny I could see a clear image of myself.
As I followed her into the bonus room, I just shook my head. It was located in a sunken area next to the breakfast room, and had a floor made of glass to show off the lower level. Designed like a sports bar, a cherry-wood bar stretched from one end to the other, with everlasting bottles of alcohol behind it. A humongous television was built into the wall, and cherry-wood cocktail tables circled the floor. Above the tables were crystal lights that hung from the cathedral ceiling. I had never seen anything quite like it. Now this was what I called straight-up living right. I stood, mesmerized, and Heather gave me a towel.
“Jaylin?” she said, trying to get my attention.
“I think your place got it going on, that’s what I think.”
“Yeah, we’ve put an extreme amount of money into our home to get it like this.” She walked behind the bar. “So, what are you drinking?”
“Some Remy would be nice.” I sat at the bar and she poured me a glass of Remy. She poured herself a glass aside of mine.
“Jaylin, while you’re drinking up, I’m going upstairs to get out of these wet clothes and make a phone call. Make yourself at home. If you would like another drink, feel free to pour yourself one.”
“Okay, but one will be fine. I don’t want to over do it, you know what I mean?” She nodded and left the room.
Thirty minutes must have gone by when Heather returned. She came in the room with a little of nothing on. She wore a soft pink lace top with skimpy lace boy shorts to match. I could clearly see the hardness in her nipples, and the nicely trimmed brown hairs covering her pussy. She definitely wasn’t a true blonde. When she walked behind the bar, her bronzed ass was begging me to fuck her. I dropped my head and smiled. I knew I was moments away from going where I had never dreamed of going before. White women had never been in my vocabulary, but maybe it was time for a change.
I had finished nearly half of the Remy bottle and felt woozy.
“You’re quite a drinker, Mr. Rogers,” she said, holding the bottle in her hand.
“No, I’m really not. I just couldn’t help myself. Got kind of lonely waiting on you to return.”
“Well, a handsome man such as yourself should never be lonely.”
“I’m cool with it sometimes. At least being by yourself gives you a chance to think things out and sort of put shit in perspective.”
“I agree, but I get my share of being alone, too.” Heather took a few sips from her glass, and by the way her eyes flirted with me, I could tell she was ready to dig into me. I was straight-up feeling digging into her as well.
We chatted for at least another hour, and there was no doubt about it that she was lonely. Husband was a millionaire and couldn’t even find the time to make love to his beautiful wife at home. Financially, she had it going on, but physically, she was deprived. So, not trying to rush the pussy, I pretended like I was getting tired and was ready to go. I stood and yawned as I stretched my arms.
“Well, Heather, I really must be going. Got a busy day at work tomorrow and need to get my rest.”
She came from behind the bar. “Jaylin, I really enjoyed your company. You’re awfully handsome and maybe some day you’ll invite me to your place for a drink, since you live close by.”
“I just might do that.” She walked in front of me and headed toward the door. My head was spinning, but not enough to keep my dick from getting hard while looking at the cheeks of her ass slightly peeking through her shorts.
“Goodnight,” she said, opening the door.
I stepped onto the porch. “Goodnight, Heather.”
I reached in my pocket and felt for my keys. Wet again from the rain, Heather
followed behind me, and grabbed my hand as I pressed the chirper to open my door.
“Stay,” she said, tightly holding my hand. “Besides, you shouldn’t be drinking and driving anyway. I’d hate for something to happen to you.”
I looked at her pretty self as the rain poured down on her body. She moved her hair behind her ears and pressed herself against me. Then, she lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. She rubbed her hands across the ridges of my six-pack, and placed her lips on my nipple. I was turned on, and wiped my eyes as the rain fell harder. Heather continued to lick my chest and I stood wondering if this was something I really wanted to do.
I quickly came to my senses pulling her hair back and leaning down to kiss her. Her lips were soft like butter melting, and they did just that when I sucked them into my mouth. I squeezed her ass while she rubbed her hands up and down my back. Then I ripped her shorts, and sunk my finger into her wetness.
Her head went back and her voice softened. “Jaylin, I’m getting so wet.”
I whispered in her ear, “From the rain, or from how I’m touching you?”
“Definitely from the way you’re touching me.”
She moved away from me and lay down in the grass. When she opened her legs, the last thing on my mind was how dirty I was about to get by fucking her on the muddy, soggy ground. Too, I was glad that the house sat on several acres of land and no one would see us. With that in mind, I stepped out of my pants and kneeled down in front of her. My knees slightly sunk in the mud, as I leaned forward and slid myself inside of her.
Trying to keep her body free from the rain, I lay over her. She was tight as ever and I was only able to slide about six inches of my nine inside of her.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she said, painfully.
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