The Roof is on Fire (5 page)

“You don't have to tell me twice,” Chase said. “I learned that the hard way. No man will ever have my heart again, but the ones I am attracted to are welcome to my, well, you know…my good pussy.”

Jada high-fived Chase and they laughed.

“I know that's right,” Jada said. “I'm a bit more selective with givin' up the goodies, but Jay Bay-bee you can get it! All of it. Just tell me when, where, how, and what position I need to form myself into, and I will do it.”

I blushed and continued to drink Remy as they teased me with the truth.

“You damn right he can get it,” Chase agreed. “But, unfortunately, he acts like he doesn't want it. What can I, and or Jada, do to make you want
it?”

I sat my empty glass on the table and cleared my burning throat. “There's no secret, but I'd like to think that I'm selective when it comes to sex.”

Jada pursed her lips. “Meanin', you only select women with hourglass figures, long hair, light-bright or white skin, and with big-ole asses. Full-figured, brown-skinned women like me don't stand a chance, do we?”

“My taste is totally the opposite of what you just said. There are certain things that I prefer a woman to have, but I'm not going to get into all of that right now.”

“Fine,” Chase said. “But you still haven't answered my question. What does it take, Jaylin, to shake things up with you? Sylvia may be gone, but I'd like to think that she fell short at providing what you really needed.”

“Shiiiit.” Jada slapped her leg and laughed. “It didn't sound like nothin' fell short to me. His ass was whimperin' while in that closet too, so somethin' with her must've been on point. I suspect that Sylvia's head game was up to par. Was it or was it not?”

Yeah, it was, but I wasn't going to admit it. “Listen, let's end this conversation about Sylvia, and about who or what I prefer. It's not getting us anywhere. Besides, I'm getting kind of tired. Ready to call it a night.”

“Awww, damn,” Jada whined, then pouted. “Don't go yet, Jaylin. I'll change the subject, right after you tell me why you ain't married, how many women you got, and if or when I can have one of your babies?”

Chase added her two cents. “Good questions, Jada, but I want to know if you ever had a threesome before. Can Jada and I perform oral sex on you at the same time, and wouldn't you like to see us in very compromising positions?”

Jada's jaw dropped, but I smiled at the thought. “Wha— Wait a minute, bitch. I, Jada Mahoney-Jacobs-Schmidt-Abrams, don't get down like that. I've been married three times, to men, and I'm strictly dickly. I can handle Jaylin all by myself and an extra mouth will not be needed.”

I had to clear things up for Jada. “Two mouths are always better than one, trust me on that tad bit of information. But I'm not married anymore because I don't want to be. I don't keep count of the women I date, and I'm always open to having more babies. Threesomes are welcomed, oral sex is a plus. and I'd be delighted to see any sexy woman in a position of my choice.”

“You ain't said nothin' but a word,” Jada slurred. She appeared woozy as she stood up and guzzled down the remaining liquid contents in the bottle. She slammed it on the table. “Somebody, give me some slow, come-fuck-me music so I can show dis' handsome man what I'm workin' wit'.”

Chase giggled and cheered Jada on. “Show'im, girl. Give'im those babies he want and work yo position.”

I sat back in the chair, watching as Jada climbed on the wrought iron table in her hot pink, short, silk robe. Underneath was a tight white T-shirt, and she had on yellow panties with smiley faces on them. As I could see clearly underneath her robe, her massive ass swallowed the panties that were way too little. And the more and more she dipped down to no music, her crack ate them up. I told her to get down, but she ignored me.

“Heeeey,” she sang while snapping her fingers. She removed the rubber band from her sandy brown hair and teased it wildly with her fingers. After that, she put two fingers in her mouth, sucking them. “Tell me, baby. Do you want meeee? 'Cause I want choooo.”

Almost falling, her drunk ass held on to the umbrella pole that was already leaning. I predicted that this was going to get real ugly. All I did was cover my face in disbelief, unable to look at her. Chase moved my hands away from my face, encouraging me to watch.

“She putting on her best Prince impersonation for you, and you won't even watch. Come on, Jaylin. Be a good sport.”

Jada started doing the tootsie roll, then she popped, locked and dropped it—her robe. She took it off, tossing it to me.

“Go Jada, go Jada,” Chase chanted. “Go, but don't hurt yourself, girl.”

Jada was sucking it up. Her lips were tooted in the air, her panties had disappeared in her crack, and booty dimples were on display.
I had definitely seen enough. I stood to help her down from the table.

“Baby, come on. That's enough. That was good, and now it's time to go to bed.”

She squatted to my level and rubbed her index finger along the side of my face. “Did I hear you mention a bed? Or are you goin' to reject me because you can smell hot, greasy fish?”

I could've died laughing, but I held back. Playful seduction was trapped in her eyes as she batted her lashes.

Before I could answer her question, the motherfucking table tilted slowly to the side, causing me to move out of the way so it wouldn't crash down on my feet. Jada, however, hit the pavement. She rolled from side to side on the ground, complaining of a broken back.

“Oh my Jesus!” she shouted. “I…I think I broke somethin'!”

Chase was unable to help because she was hollering from laughter. I kept shaking my head, but had to make sure Jada was okay.

I reached out my hand to help her off the ground. “See, that's what you get for playing.”

She smacked my hand away. “I'm not playin'! I can't move, so you gon' have to pick me up and carry me.”

“Like hell, baby. I told you not to get up there. You knew that table wasn't sturdy enough to hold you.”

Jada quickly sat up, seeming to be okay. “If it was Roc, he would pick me up. This the last time I put myself out there for you. You didn't even catch me, and shame on you for allowin' me to fall and scar up my ass. My head feel busted too.”

“Your head looks fine to me. Since you're so hurt, let me go inside and get Roc to come out here and help you.”

“You do that,” she said as I walked away to go inside. “Jaylin!” she shouted.

I turned. While still on the ground, she opened her legs wide and flashed her goodies. “I forgive you for bein' so uncarin', but you know you want this, don't you? I can see it in your heavenly eyes.”

“My eyes are known for implying things that I don't mean, but if you shave that hairy bush we may have ourselves a deal. Until then, I want no part of the pussy.”

“Screw you! That's why yo dick crooked. Nah!”

When I got inside, I had to snicker at Jada's silliness. Chase was only a few feet behind me. She reached for my arm before I went into the bedroom.

“Hey you,” she said. “We had a good time tonight, didn't we?”

“No doubt.”

“And, uh, forgive me for being so blunt, but I'm the kind of woman who speaks my mind. I meant what I said about shaking things up with you. I don't know which one of us will have to leave here first, but I hope that I get a chance to leave here with the same experience as Sylvia. Is that possible?”

“Could be, but I'm not one to predict tomorrow. My concern is your desire to shake things up with Roc as well. And since I'm the kind of man who speaks my mind, I'll say this. I'm not feeling you right now. You're too pushy and way too aggressive. The plus side is you're sexy as hell and I admire your confidence.”

She moved closer, rubbing her body against mine. “Sexy, confident and truthful. So, for the record, Roc is on my hit list. But I have more than one man on that list. There is, uh, Obama, Daniel Craig, Michael Ealy, Drake, and even my cousin's husband, Rico. All you need to know is that your name sits above all. Start feeling me and make it happen, Jaylin. I'll be ready whenever you are.”

She winked and swished her hips from side to side as she walked away. For now, I wasn't impressed. If I was, it was only a little.

I fell asleep with Chase on my mind, but the dream I slipped into
was about the love of my life, Nokea. Marriage was the subject, but I was reluctant to go there because I was still bitter about her being with another man.

“Would you please get over it?” She turned my chair around so I could face her. I was at work, trying to put more money into my pockets. Seeing her dressed in a flimsy, colorful dress, looking more and more like Nia Long every day, was very distracting.

“I'm not going to get over it, so back the hell away from me and please exit my office. I can't believe you let that fool take what was mine and do whatever he wished to do with it. I'm not interested in getting married, again, baby. I'm perfectly fine with the way things are.”

I got up, causing Nokea to back away from me. I was dressed in a navy business suit and a soft yellow shirt was underneath. Annoyed by her presence, I eased my hands in my pockets and gazed out of the huge picture window in thought. She came up from behind me and secured her arms around my waist. She laid her head against my back and released a deep breath.

“I don't care who you've been with or who I've been with. We always find our way back to each other. I know you're upset about my relationship with Tyrese, but please stop being so unfair. Lord knows I've had to deal with you and plenty of your women for years. But you know what, Jaylin? I don't care anymore. Like you told me before, all of the sex in the world won't wash away your feelings for me. You know that and I do too. So, whenever you put this bitterness behind you, I'm here. Like I've always been. Nothing or no one will ever change that.”

I shut my eyes, thinking about why we couldn't seem to get our shit together. Some people did fine with the marriage thing, but unfortunately, we couldn't do it. I felt everything Nokea had said. She always knew how to put me at ease. I turned around to face her, trying my best not to reveal how excited I was to see her.

“Marriage isn't for us,” I admitted. “We tried and failed, but—”

She placed her finger on my lips. “I agree. And so what? We still have each other, don't we? At the end of the day, we will always have each other. Papers or no papers, I will always be your wife.”

She was trying to sell me this bullshit because she knew I was upset with her. When things were hot and heavy between her and Tyrese, I barely heard from Nokea. She may have come to my office twice, but that was it. Most of the time, I had to call her. We did, however, get our freak on every now and then. Still, it wasn't enough, and I had never been in a predicament where I willingly shared her with another man.

My phone rang, so I went over to my desk to see who was calling. I didn't answer because my eyes were locked on Nokea as she stepped out of her heels, leaving them at the door. She pulled her dress over her head and stood in nothing but a royal blue, silk thong. I didn't want to look at her, so I sat at my desk and opened a drawer to look inside. She could tell I was pretending to be occupied, so she strutted over to my mahogany desk and sat on top of it. She opened her legs right in front of me, causing me to turn my attention away from what was in the drawer.

“Stop being so mean to me.” She lifted my chin with her finger and leaned in close, brushing her nose against mine. “You're so handsome when you try to be serious, but I'm determined to put a smile on your face before I leave here.”

The direction of my eyes traveled from her pretty pussy lips that swallowed the thong, to her firm breasts that poked out at me. I hoped that she wouldn't notice my dick stretching the fabric in my slacks. It was trying its damndest to get at her. I reached for the papers underneath her.

“Your ass is on some important business proposals. Do you mind?”

Nokea leaned over and lifted her ass so I could remove the papers. After I did, she took the papers from my hand.

“I have a business proposition of my own,” she said. “Do you care to hear it?”

“No, but from this moment on, I don't care to hear anything you have to say, unless it's a moan.”

Unable to hold back all that I was feeling inside for her, I stood up. Nokea had won this battle for sure and there was no more fight left in me. I leaned in to seal a kiss with her. She tossed the papers over her shoulder and started to unbutton my shirt. I pulled on her thong, ripping it away from her strawberry-scented skin. She wasn't moving fast enough for me, so I hurried to unbuckle my belt and unleashed my hard dick that was just about ready to aim and shoot. But like always in my dreams, when I got ready to crack the code and unlock her pussy, I woke up.

My fist hit the bed. I was upset that my dream hadn't come through for me, but something similar had gone down like that in my office a week before I arrived here. The sex part was out, and I wouldn't allow her to serve me any leftovers. I wished that I could be as forgiving as I was in the dream. There was no doubt that I needed more time to see things her way. For now, Chase may be the one I needed to focus my mind elsewhere. Too aggressive or not, her approach was about to pay off.