You Ain't My Type

by Nicole Jackson

  “You hear that? That shit was on the first time you let me feel that pussy. That gotta be a sign.”

  “Somebody rockin’ knockin’ the boots…”

  Rye giggled uncontrollably. “Boy, stop it.”

  “No, you stop it.” he caressed her thigh. “Now, you said that you wanted to dance. So, what you waiting for?”

  Rye laughed to herself, feeling silly, as she swayed her hips. Leaning forward, she pressed her ass against him. She looked back at him, enjoying teasing him. When he tucked his lips into his mouth, she knew that she was doing something to him. So, she took it a step further, grabbing her ankles for a brief second, before standing upright.

  “You really playing tonight,” he was back in her ear again. “I’ma fuck you real good for this shit.”

  “Nah, not happening,” she denied, as she felt him kissing her neck again.

  He wrapped both arms around her from behind, while rocking their bodies side to side. “I hear you. We’ll just have to see about that.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, we’ll definitely see.”

  ***

  “Be still,” Jaylen commanded, as he gripped her hips.

  “I am,” Rye gritted her teeth, as she clenched the hell out of his sheets.

  “Nah, you running from this dick,” he contended, as he hammered into her from the back.

  Their bodies were drenched in sweat, as he moved in and out of her. Rye prided herself on her dick-handling capabilities, but this night…she simply couldn’t keep up. He was in complete control, and fucking the living shit out of her.

  “Throw that ass back!” he urged, smacking her ass.

  Biting her bottom lip, Rye popped her back, causing her to feel the dick in her stomach.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he breathed. “Damn, this pussy good.” He clutched an ass cheek, while watching himself ease in and out of her.

  “Ooh, this dick is too biiiiig,” she panted.

  “But you cumming on it, though,” he pointed out with a chuckle, feeling her pulsate around him.

  “So,” she squeezed her eyes tightly, as she fucked him back. She fucked him right into silence, as he was now squeezing his eyes shut, as well.

  “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” he huffed, as he pulled out in the nick of time, spilling hot semen all over her fat ass. Liking the sight of his seeds dripping down her ass, he squeezed her cheeks together, making them jiggle. Without a doubt, her body was literally his personal playground.

  Truthfully, Jaylen was wildly attracted to Rye. She was a gorgeous girl, but her body was out of this world. He loved a woman with an ample amount of ass, hips, and thighs. Merely looking at her was enough to have him ready to bust. There simply weren’t many women that moved him in such a way. He’d only encountered this level of infatuation with one other girl. Jazel. And she was a handful. Too damn crazy for him, but he could never control this overwhelming desire for her, which would often lead him to dealing with her, even when he knew that she was no good for him. She had too many damn issues. So many that it made Rye’s problems seem like child’s play. Back then, he’d tell his boys that he’d wife Jazel if she wasn’t so damn wild, and they’d all told him that he needed a better balance. Somebody that could sexually turn him inside out, but also keep a level head outside of the bedroom. For a while, he’d given up hope on finding someone with this level of compatibility. But now, here Rye was, awakening something he didn’t know how to identify, right then. The only word that would come to mind was ‘enough’. Up until then, he’d always desired more than what one chick could provide, but he didn’t get that from Rye. She was a little of everything, and that was enough for him…right then.

  ***

  Rye rolled over in bed, before gradually opening her eyes. For a moment, she was confused, until it dawned on her. She was in Jaylen’s bed. The night before had been crazy. She’d shown up to the party, hoping to ignore him all night. She’d sworn up and down that the only thing he could do for her was kiss her ass, as she strolled on by. Of course, nothing had gone as planned. He was there unintentionally dripping sauce all over the place. Frankly, the man was a rare breed, which was something her kitty cat simply couldn’t ignore. Being in his presence and not falling under his spell felt humanly impossible to her, and that was a problem.

  “You up?”

  Rye felt him tug at her foot.

  She sat up, realizing that she didn’t have on a stitch of clothing. “Yep,” she yawned. “What time is it?” she glanced around the room, trying to remember where she’d left her cell.

  “It’s ten,” Jaylen responded, as he remained at the foot of the bed, rocking basketball shorts. He was shirtless, which should’ve been a crime. His washboard abs looked delectable, as she realized that he actually had ‘Braxton Boy’ tatted across his stomach.

  “Oh, okay. I guess that I need to hit the shower, so you can drop me off. I don’t want no problems with your non-girlfriends.”

  He shook his head, as he stepped around to the side of the bed she sat on and joined her. Although, he’d been inside of her more times than she could count in the short while she’d known him, a chill still shot up her spine, as he was sitting closely to her. Feeling her body next his in a non-sexual way did something indescribable to her. It was intimate, as they had the rest of the king-sized bed at their disposal, but he was all up under her.

  “I know you’re not gonna start that shit today,” he commented, as she sat sniffing the aroma of fresh soap coming from his body.

  Before she could reply, she felt something vibrate underneath her. Lifting her ass, she realized that she’d been sitting on her phone. Checking the screen, she saw that one of her little dips was calling. It was a cat that she hadn’t seen in months, so she allowed her voicemail to catch the call.

  “Oh, so your phone works, huh?”

  She squinted her eyes. “Where did that come from?”

  He licked his lips. “I mean, I call and it never even rings on my end.”

  She smirked. “You know why.”

  “No, I don’t. Tell me.”

  “I had you blocked.”

  He shook his head. “That’s fucked up. I don’t think I’ve ever been blocked before. That’s some cold shit.”

  She shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.”

  He cut his eyes at her. “You get a kick out of giving me a hard time, huh?”

  She poked out her bottom lip. “Maybe.”

  “Yeah, okay.” He waved her off. “Moving along. What have you been up to these past few weeks? Did you straighten the issues out with your family?”

  She took a deep breath. “Shit only got worse.”

  “How?” he frowned.

  She shook her head, as she stared into space blankly. “Don’t you know that when you dropped me off Tori was in my apartment waiting on me?” she asked the rhetorical question.

  “No shit? The fuck did he say?”

  “A bunch of bullshit about everything being my fault. Then it got physical, and the bastard spat on me.”

  “Wait, hold up,” he halted her. “Run that shit back again. What you mean it got physical?”

  She bucked her eyes. “It got physical. He damn near choked me until I passed out. We ended up rolling around on my floor. And once he decided to let up, he spat on me.”

  “Mannnn,” he dragged out. “He’s a certified fuck-nigga for that. But why didn’t you call me? I had just left. I could have easily turned back around.”

  “It all happened too fast. I wasn’t thinking. Besides, I felt like we wasn’t rocking like that for me to call you up for you to take on my beef.”

  He tucked his lips into his mouth. “I guess I hear you. And under different circumstances you’d be right. But I was a part of that situation. Hell, he probably put his hands on you because I’d put my hands on him. Shit was so crazy that I’d literally forgotten about all that shit. So, that’s my bad. I should’ve walked you up to your door, after knowing how every
thing had gone down. And now I feel fucked up. That man put his hands on you, basically behind some shit you did with me, and when you call me another broad answers my phone. I can only imagine how you must’ve felt. So, I apologize, cause I helped you create that shit storm, then left you to handle that alone. That was never my intentions.”

  “It’s okay,” she offered, feeling like he didn’t owe her anything. She’d known that Tori was volatile, but she’d done what she wanted, and ended up suffering through the consequences. “That’s really my fault. I know exactly how he is, and he shouldn’t have caught me slipping.”

  Jaylen scowled. “Him catching you slipping aint the issue. That man shouldn’t be putting his hands on you, period. That shit aint cool, and I don’t care what you did. Once he crossed the line of disrespect, then you can do what you want. He aint in the position to feel a way, when he violated you first. And just on the strength, I’ma pop his bitch ass again, whenever I see him.”

  She swallowed hard. “I feel that. I thought about calling one of my cousins back in Trinity Garden to handle him, but once all the other shit happened he became the least of my worries.”

  “What other shit?”

  She huffed. “I went over to my parents house the next day. I already knew that they were mad, so I called myself trying to go over while my dad was at work. I ended up telling my mama about Tori choking me. She seemed concerned or whatever, but then my dad comes in cussing me out. Supposedly, Tori’s daddy cut my dad off from some jobs. My so-called daddy was going off on me, talking about how obvious it was that we aint related.”

  “What?” Jaylen narrowed his eyes. “What was he trying to say?”

  “He flat out told me that I wasn’t biologically his. Mind you, this was something I’d never heard before a day in my life.”

  “Damn,” he stressed. “That’s some cold shit. He actually allowed that to come out over some money? That’s fucked up.”

  She tucked her lips into her mouth. “Exactly.”

  “And what did your T-Lady say? She allowed him to say that to you?”

  “I mean, she spoke up, but that didn’t matter. Everything was crazy, and he ended up slapping me.”

  “Naahhh, tell me you bullshitting. I know that nigga didn’t go out like that.”

  “I wish I could. He actually hit me, and still haven’t apologized. My mama ended up leaving with me, and she’s been staying at my apartment since. And because she wouldn’t come home, he took all the money out of the bank, and turned off all the credit cards. That left me scrambling to pay bills. Luckily, I was able to rack up some old and new clients, and then slaved to come up with the bill money. I’ve been doing hair until my hands cramp, lately. But the coldest part is that the first thing I did was pay the note for my Beamer, only for him to come and take the car a few days later. So, now I’m car-less.”

  All Jaylen could do was shake his head. “Man, hearing that shit pisses me off. You’ve been getting handled left and right. All because a fuck-nigga tried to step all over you, but you wouldn’t let him. And I’m sorry to hear that you had to go through that. I know that shit gotta be hurtful, but if I was you I wouldn’t even sweat it. You may not be able to see it now, but everything happens for a reason. Cause after you told me everything before we went our separate ways, I kept thinking that you’d go back to dealing with the same shit from your people and that nigga. You know, cause sometimes it’s easier to get along with the get along. But that shit was handicapping you. Like they had their foot on your neck, and your life wasn’t your own. So, now you can break free, and do you however you wanna do it.”

  Her gaze fell to her lap. “You might be right. I never thought about it like that. Shit, I haven’t had time to. My stomach was twisted in knots, worrying about keeping my head above water. Cause the last thing I wanted to do was have to eat from the same hand that had just slapped me.”

  “Say, honestly, it sounds like that was the nigga’s intentions. Instead of apologizing he was trying to make you bow down, like you were the problem. Taking your car was supposed to humble you, and I hope that you don’t fall for it.”

  “I won’t,” she offered without hesitation. “I’d rather die before I ask him for anything else. I see his true colors, so I don’t want nothing to do with him.”

  Jaylen nodded in understanding. “What about your mama? You think she’s done with him for good?”

  She thought about it. “I don’t know. Everything is still fresh, but I do hear her low-key defending his actions, and that bothers me. Like some of the shit that I’ve been complaining about before this incident came back into play. I would accuse him of showing favoritism between me and my sister, which I now know is his only child. It all makes sense to me now. But my mama likes to point out that he was there for me, neglecting to consider the fact that he was there, but not like he is for my sister. I feel like in her mind, him accepting me at all was enough, and that somehow excuses the differences he’s shown. And with everything that just happened I’m looking at them both differently. Even down to my relationship with Tori. My so-called daddy was adamant about me providing for myself, until Tori’s daddy gave him those landscaping jobs. Then it was like he decided to step in and do stuff, but only if I did exactly what he said. Like you said, he was pimping me out. Giving me chicken scraps, after he literally ate off my back. But my mama praises him, like he saved us. Plus, she’s working again, which she hadn’t done in years. I don’t think she likes that, so I could see her going back home, for the money and comfort, if nothing else.”

  “That’s fucked up. But that’s why you shouldn’t have blocked a nigga. I could’ve been there from the beginning, offering a shoulder to lean on, along with a good dick-down.”

  She pursed her lips, as she cut her eyes at him.

  “What?” he chuckled.

  “Your dick can’t solve all problems. Stop it.”

  “Man, you tripping. I think I need to take your ass out of town again. I get more act-right out of you then. Remind you of the power of good dick. Your house could burn down, and it’ll still have you smiling.”

  She giggled. “Whatever.”

  “You laughing---” he leaned in, softly pecking her lips. “But I’m serious.” He took the kiss deeper, tonguing her down. “You gon come with me?” he whispered.

  “Come with you where?”

  “To New York.”

  She grinned. “Sure. When?”

  “Tonight.”

  “Stop playing.”

  He pulled back, and gazed into her eyes. “I’m serious. I got a late flight tonight. I’m going out there for a meeting that’s tomorrow morning. Some investors are showing interest in my t-shirt line. I was gonna go by myself, but it would be cool if you could come with me.”

  “But I don’t have a plane ticket, or clothes with me,” she worried.

  “That’s cool. I can book your flight right now, and we can swing by your crib on the way to the airport. The flight don’t leave until eight tonight, so we have more than enough time. Just say that you’re down, and I’ll handle the rest.”

  Shit, a free trip to another place she’d never been? How could she not take advantage of that? “Okay,” she agreed. “I’m down.”

  Chapter 13

  Jaylen watched Rye switch into the building, as he held the door open for her. He appreciated the fact that she’d properly dressed for the occasion without any input from him. For a second, he thought that he’d be forced to get her to tone it down, but clearly, she knew how to switch it up, when necessary. So, she kept it cute, wearing ankle-high green pants, a white blouse, along with Gucci sneakers, matching red and green belt, along with the fanny pack strapped across her shoulder. She wore a distressed jean jacket over the sleeveless shirt, bringing her fun look together nicely.

  Wearing Gucci himself, in the form of causal red shorts, a polo style shirt, along with the matching belt and sneakers, Jaylen felt that their fly matched perfectly. He also knew that Rye had watche
d him pack, and had probably intentionally gone home to grab something similar. He was cool with it, though. At least she’d put in thought with how she’d represent him. He also peeped that she had her own little swag, and was quite familiar with high-end fashion. He definitely liked her style, which wasn’t common. With him being him and coming from the family he was a part of, it was sometimes nearly impossible to meet a chick he didn’t naturally outshine.

  When they stepped into the office of the investors, they were told by the receptionist to sit in the waiting area. There they noticed a few familiar faces from social media. Everyone there had over 500k followers on Instagram, which probably played heavily into anyone having interest in their businesses. A strong social media presence was the wave of the future, and everyone wanted a piece of the pie. Knowing business, Jaylen used his popularity on social media as a vehicle. His swagger was coveted by the young cats who looked up to him or was fascinated with his families’ affiliations. Him wearing something made it an instant fashion trend, so that was what led up to him creating a t-shirt line. He basically created an online lifestyle that people wanted to be a part of. Then his family and friends got on board, further pushing his brand. When he was able to get a few known rappers to wear his merchandise the game changed immediately. Orders came in faster than he could keep up with the demand, and now he was ready to expand. Initially, he’d promised himself to remain independent, calling all the shots. However, those particular investors had tossed around numbers so huge that he couldn’t consciously pass up on it, without fully weighing his options.

  “Hey, I know you,” one of the girls seated in the area spoke up. “You’re a Braxton Boy, right?”

  Rye lifted her head, and studied the chick. She was an Instagram model with nearly two million followers. Men literally salivated over her and her medically enhanced ass.

  “Yeah,” Jaylen nodded, answering her question.

  “That’s what’s up,” the girl smiled. “I just ordered a few of your shirts. I’m getting one turned into a dress. Maybe I could DM you, and we could discuss me advertising for you. I swear, it would be a good look.”