Naughty 3: It's Juicy, No Matter How You Slice It Page 9

  I kept my head down. “I . . . I had an abortion.”

  He leaned closer to me, as if he hadn’t heard what I said. “Come again?”

  “I said that I had an abortion. When I—”

  Jaylin snatched my face, squeezing my cheeks with his hands. “You did what?” he yelled. I swore that I saw fire burning in his eyes.

  I pulled my face away from his grip. “Just listen, please.”

  “Are you telling me you killed my fucking child? Is that what you’re telling me?”

  “No. It wasn’t your child! When I was in Denver—”

  His fist hit the steering wheel. “Get your ass out of my car!”

  “Jaylin, please!”

  Furious, he slammed the car door and rushed over to the passenger’s side. He pulled the door open and reached for my collar. “Get out!”

  “I will do no such thing until you hear me out.”

  He pulled me out of the car and slammed my back against it. The way he was breathing, I thought he was about to have a heart attack. He poked his pointer finger at my temple.

  “Since the day I met your ass, you have done nothing but try to destroy me. You have continuously lied to me, and I have had it, Scorpio. The only reason I haven’t let you go is because of Mackenzie. She’s the only reason I haven’t kicked your ass out of my house. And I can’t believe how much money I’ve lost fucking with you!”

  “Don’t say that. It’s simply not true. We’re together because we love each other. I just couldn’t stand to have another man’s child, and I—”

  “Shut the fuck up talking to me!” He let loose my collar then placed his hands in his pockets. He paced back and forth for a minute and then tightly closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked up at the sky. “Why, man, why?” he yelled. He placed his hand over his face and wiped it.

  Trying to comfort him, I stepped up to him and grabbed his other hand. He quickly snatched away.

  “Don’t touch me!” He pointed his finger at me. “Don’t you ever put your damn hands on me again. Do you understand?”

  I couldn’t say anything. After he got into his car and sped off, I leaned against his Porsche and let out my emotions. All I could do was think about where in the hell I went wrong. All I ever did was love him, and loving him was costing me more hurt than I’d ever imagined.

  Nearly thirty minutes later, I calmed down and headed for home. Jaylin’s car wasn’t there, but I truly hadn’t expected it to be. I went inside, and when I heard Nanny B and Mackenzie laughing in the kitchen, I slowly walked in.

  Nanny B looked at me and I guess the look on my face said everything she needed to know. She asked Mackenzie to leave the kitchen and then held me tightly in her arms. I held her and lost it.

  “It’s over,” I cried. “He said it was over.”

  “Don’t do this to yourself,” she said, rocking me. “You have got to be strong for Mackenzie and never,” she commanded, “never let a man cause you this much hurt.”

  “I know you’re right, but he feels so betrayed by me. We’ve hurt each other so much, and I don’t know why we can’t stop lying to each other and playing these stupid games. I love him so—”

  “Loving him doesn’t mean you have to keep putting yourself through this. God has the ultimate say so, and you need to listen to what He’s trying to tell you. Yes, you lied, but Jaylin hasn’t been no saint either. Just wait until things calm down and decide what’s going to be best for you and Mackenzie.”

  Even Nanny B’s encouraging words didn’t make me feel better. She didn’t understand that all I wanted was for things to be right between Jaylin and me. I went to the bedroom, showered, and lay in bed for hours, waiting for him to come home.

  By midnight, he was still a no show. I called his cell phone and got no answer. When I called Stephon’s house, he said he hadn’t seen him. I got desperate and even called Nokea to see if she’d heard from him. She sounded sleepy, so I apologized for waking her.

  “It’s okay, Scorpio, but I haven’t seen him. He called earlier and told me about his father, but—”

  “Well, if you happen to hear from him, please let me know.”

  “I will, and trust me, he’ll come around. He always do.”

  “Thanks.”

  I hung up and waited for my man to come home.

  After one whole day without Jaylin, I was dying inside. By day three, I was numb. I hadn’t eaten anything and was glued to the bed. Nanny B knew what I was going through, and she took good care of Mackenzie. Mackenzie had come into the room several times and asked me to play with her, but I was completely out of it. I felt bad, but it was something about Jaylin that made me react this way.

  The weekend arrived and Jaylin had been gone for five whole days. I was worried like hell and so was Nanny B. She called several places searching for him, and we both pleaded with Stephon to tell us the truth about where he was. Stephon told Nanny B that Jaylin was doing just fine and that he needed time to sort through some things. Feeling as if there was nothing else we could do, we chilled and waited for him to return home.

  12

  JAYLIN

  Right about now, I couldn’t stand to be in my own damn house. If it wasn’t Nanny B sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, it was Scorpio with her constant fucking lies that made me stay away. First she lied about being a stripper, then she lied about not seeing anyone while she was in Denver. She couldn’t keep her legs closed when it came to my friend Shane, and now, she’d lied about the most important thing a woman could lie to me about—a child. She damn well knew that baby wasn’t mine. Yes, I missed being around Mackenzie, but I didn’t want her being around all the disrespect I would have had to lay down if I’d gone home.

  Of course, I called Nokea’s place to see if I could chill with her and LJ for a few days, but insisting that was a bad idea, she begged me to go home. I didn’t want to complicate shit between her and Collins more than I’d already done, so I stopped by Daisha’s place to chat with her.

  We had an interesting conversation, and in so many words, she made it clear to me that she had moved on. She came clean and told me how much I’d hurt her by not being around, and she truly believed, as I did, that everything happened for a reason. Before giving our final good-byes, I asked if I could knock it out for old time’s sake, but she stood her ground. I wasn’t mad because I always knew Daisha was the type of woman who didn’t have a problem doing so.

  After a few nights in a suite at the Four Seasons hotel in downtown St. Louis, I called Stephon to let him know my whereabouts. I told him not to let anyone know where I was and to call my cell phone if he needed me.

  At first, I spent several nights alone feeling sorry for myself. I even started feeling like the villain, when all these stupid fools in my life had been the ones who failed me.

  Pertaining to Stanley, how dare anybody ask me to forgive him? I’d been subjected to an orphanage because he wasn’t man enough to take care of me. Hell, I’d been physically abused because he wasn’t there for me. Why in the hell would he expect me to embrace him with open arms? And Nanny B, I was so disappointed in her. I thought she knew what I’d been through and understood more than anybody that the last person I wanted in my life again would be him.

  As for Scorpio, I didn’t know what in the hell I was going to do with her. She had brought nothing but turmoil my way, and every time I turned around, there was a secret being kept in order to “protect” me, according to her. This bitch lived in my house for free, pretended to be pregnant by me, and told me how much love she had for me. Not once did she mention screwing around with another motherfucker while in Denver. I came clean with her about my relationship with Daisha, but not once did she fess up and tell me about her having sex with someone else. Her shit just caught up with her ass. I was surprised she didn’t keep the baby and allow me to think it was mine. That kind of shit would have been right up her alley.

  Either way, I was furious as hell about everything that had go
ne down. The truth of the matter was, I didn’t owe anybody shit, and from now on, I was done playing Mr. Nice Guy. All this checking in bullshit was gonna stop. All this money-giving shit was coming to a halt. Going forward, that bitch was on her own!

  I was tired of spending my money at the casino, and by the fourth night, jacking off just wasn’t doing the job anymore. I was horny as fuck, and when I called Mercedes to see if she wanted some company, she invited me over. I showered and changed into a Nike black silk jogging suit I’d picked up earlier while browsing at Union Station.

  My drive to Mercedes’ place was a long one, and I couldn’t stop thinking about my baby Mackenzie. I missed her tremendously and wanted to call the house to speak with her. I dropped the thought because I wasn’t in the mood to hear Nanny B or Scorpio’s voice. I even thought about the possibility that Scorpio had packed up her shit and left again, but something inside of me knew she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Besides, where would she run to this time? She had everything she wanted at my place, so what more could she ask for?

  I was angry with myself for doing so much for her, only to get stabbed in my back. More than anything, I felt like a complete fool. Being a fool for any woman was a no-no for J. J. Rogers. She was gonna have to pay for her mistakes and for bringing more drama my way.

  Mercedes opened the door butt naked—I was beginning to think she was allergic to clothes. When I stepped inside of her house, she closed the door behind me and we both stood in the foyer. I searched her body over, and admittedly, she was put together extremely well.

  “Why are you looking at me so suspiciously?” she asked.

  “Because I’m impressed by your body, but I have yet to see you with any clothes on. Do you have something against wearing them?”

  “No, but like I told you before, I love my body and it is beneficial to my career. I always walk around my house naked, and since I knew you were coming, I didn’t feel as if clothes were necessary.”

  My eyes searched her nearly empty house. It was so empty, that I could hear an echo as we spoke. I could tell she’d just moved in because I noticed plastic still covering several areas of the carpet.

  We stood for a moment, but I looked for a quick place to sit. I was about to sit on the stairs, but instead, Mercedes had another suggestion.

  “Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom,” she said, already turning to go up the steps.

  I touched her hand to stop her. “But what if I want to chat and get to know you better first?”

  She stepped to the bottom stair and faced me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she placed her arms on my shoulders. “What is it that you’d like to know about me?” she asked. I stepped up and she took a step backward.

  “Are you a good kisser?” I asked.

  She placed her lips on mine and we smacked lips for a minute or two.

  “Umm,” I said, licking my lips. I took another step up and she stepped backward again. “That was pretty good. Now, Mercedes, what in the hell do you do for a living?”

  She gazed at me and started to unzip my jogging suit. “I’m a model. Haven’t you seen my face before?”

  “Uh-uh, but, uh, how old are you?” We stepped up and back again.

  “Old enough.”

  “Where your man at?”

  “Not here.”

  “Are you married?”

  “No.”

  “Any kids?”

  “No.”

  “Do you live alone?”

  “Yes,” she said, helping me out of my pants. We now stood naked at the top of the stairs. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom and I followed. The upstairs was just as empty as the lower level. The only thing inside of her bedroom was a queen-sized bed against the wall with a bunch of silk pillows on it. The walls were painted white, and a huge framed picture of Mercedes was on one wall.

  I sat on the bed and she stood in front of me with her arms resting on my shoulders. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” she asked.

  “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.”

  “I’m listening.”

  I slid my fingers between her coochie lips and separated them. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

  “I’ve been ready for quite some time.” She sucked her bottom lip as I sunk my finger deep within her. Encouraging me to go deeper, she placed her foot on the bed so I could have easier access.

  “Damn, I can tell how ready you are, but how do you want it?” I asked.

  “However you’re willing to give it to me.”

  “I can give it to you in many different ways, but I do have a preference.”

  “Let me take a guess.” She pulled my fingers from her insides and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Her head slightly turned so she could look at me. “Are you with me so far?” she asked.

  I studied her smooth ass, then placed my hand on my goatee and rubbed it. “No, I’m ahead of you. But, honestly, I think I’d like it so much better if I could, uh, see—”

  “See my pussy, right?”

  I winked. “You already know me and didn’t even have to ask any questions.”

  Mercedes laughed and scooted back to the edge of the bed. She straddled on her knees and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her coochie lips smiled at me, and this time, my dick had no problem cooperating.

  I strapped up and made my way through the valley. She quickly jerked forward, but I gripped her hips and pulled her back to me.

  “Daaaamn, Jaylin,” she whined. “It feels like you just ripped my pussy open.”

  I rubbed her ass all over and pulled her cheeks further apart to alleviate some of the pain. Her walls got so wet that my dick started to easily slip in and out of her. The sex was all right, but the most frustating thing for me was that Mecedes didn’t know how to work what she had. I wanted her to throw that ass back to me, but her movements were somewhat . . . slow. She started to come, and the loud hollering and screaming bullshit was working my nerves. I thought she’d lost her damn mind, and when she tightly gripped the sheets, I pulled out of her.

  “Come on now, baby. Is all that necessary?”

  She fell on her stomach and took deep breaths. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

  I let her recuperate for a moment and then lay on my back so she could ride me. I figured this position was her specialty, but once again, she failed me. She would only go midway down on me, and when I suggested that she put an arch in her back and get busy, she stopped.

  “Let me handle this, okay?” she said.

  “I wish like hell you would. I’m still waiting.”

  “For your information, Jaylin, this is not as easy as you may think it is. It’s hard for me to move with something like that inside of me.”

  “Fuck it, then, I’ll move.”

  Mercedes remained on top, but I did most of the work, pumping myself up inside of her. On purpose, I roughly held her hips down and dug deep. The harder I grinded, the more she started to cooperate.

  “Now, that’s better. Keep throwing that pussy on me and make me feel good about being here.”

  Mercedes got busy, and in less than five minutes, she came again. I still hadn’t gotten my shit off, so I flipped her over sideways, placed one leg high on my shoulder and hardened her clit with the tips of my fingers. I entered her again, speeding up the pace so I could get mine. The harder I pounded, the louder she screamed. She dropped her face into a pillow to silence the noise. There wasn’t much for me to scream about, but we eventually released our energy together.

  I took a few deep breaths and lay flat on my back next to Mercedes. While looking up at the ceiling, she reached over and lightly backhanded my chest.

  “Can I get you some water?” she asked.

  “Please,” I said.

  She left to get my water, and that’s when I heard my cell phone ringing. I walked down the hallway to get it out of my pants I’d left on the floor. I saw Shane’s name flashing, so I answered.

  “What’s up?” I said, wa
lking back toward the bed.

  “Nothing much, man.”

  “Then why you bugging me?”

  “Look, if you busy, then say so.”

  “I’m always busy. But what’s on your mind?”

  “Nothing too urgent, but when you get a moment, we need to chat.”

  “About what?”

  “You said that you were busy, so I would assume you’re either fucking, or you’re getting ready to.”

  “Both,” I said, looking at Mercedes walking back into the room. She handed me a glass of water and eased herself underneath the covers. When she massaged me, my thang worked its way back up.

  “Jaylin!” Shane yelled.

  I closed my eyes.”Hmm.”

  “Would you please give me a call when you have some free time? Trust me, we need to talk.”

  “Tomorrow,” I moaned as Mercedes had my goods in her mouth. My body jerked. “Damn! I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Don’t forget.”

  I ended my call with Shane. Mercedes straddled herself on my face, and it was only fair that I returned the favor.

  By morning, I was exhausted. Mercedes and I had been at it all night long and my dick was tired. It wasn’t like the pussy was all that, because it wasn’t. Realistically, it was barely enough to keep my mind off Scorpio, but for the time being, it was something to do. With an ass and body like Mercedes’, I thought the sista could throw the fuck down. Her pussy was too, too tight and if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she was a virgin. I should have known better than to judge a book by its cover. Doing so had caused me many disappointments in the past.

  Either way, Mercedes’ home became a place to lay my head for the next few days. We’d eat, fuck, watch TV, fuck again, sleep, fuck, take a shower, and fuck again. When I realized it was finally time for me to go, I almost hated to leave. Mercedes begged me to stay another night, but I couldn’t.

  “So, when am I going to hear from you again?” she asked while leaning against the door.

  “Soon. And if I forget to call you, you do have my number, right?”

  She nodded. Before I jetted, I gave her a long, juicy and memorable kiss.