Emmanuel hung up the phone.
After he had taken a long hot shower, he slid into his bed with nothing but what he came into this world with. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his mind drifted to Jasmine. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Just thinking about her made his manhood rise. He couldn’t help but to think about what he would do to her when the time came for them to be together. He could envision it. The image was so very clear. I would start at her toes kissing them and sucking and licking each one, and not leaving her anything to do but beg for mercy. Caressing her legs and thighs with my hot wet tongue followed by tiny soft kisses. I’ll take my time with her pearl and massage it, massage it until I see her juices running. Then I take my time tasting her with my tongue sliding in and out, and making a rhythm only for her. She’s opening her legs wide so I can go deeper and deeper. Her legs are shaking and her body is trembling while her eyes roll in the back of her head. I can tell she’s about there. She’s shaking uncontrollably. Her body soaked with sweat. I let her catch her breath just for a minute before I let her taste herself from my lips. I make my way back down to those nice round breasts. Can’t forget those as I’m rubbing her hard nipple between my fingers and licking slowly but quickly. I can feel her building up again. She’s rolling her hips up and down, back and forward. I give her a little more. I slide one finger in her wet nectar and massage her pearl with the other. After a couple of deep strokes, her juices are running down my fingers. She is screaming my name. After protecting us, I gently enter her while not wanting to hurt her. I could feel the heat and smell her sweet scent. Her body stretched to fit mine. Her moans were getting louder and louder while making me harder, longer, and driving me wild. Going even deeper, we make new rhythms from a mad tango to a slow grind. Her taking, and me giving. She’s giving, and I’m taking until we can’t take it anymore. She feels so good in my arms. It’s almost too good to be true. I’m going deeper. She’s opening wider. I can’t take anymore. A scream tore from her. And the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had came roaring over my body. We collapse in each other’s arms while looking into each other’s eyes. No words were spoken, because none were needed.
Emmanuel woke up drenched in sweat and holding himself. “That was one hell of a dream,” he said to himself. It felt so real as if she was right here with me. If my dream was that hot, I could only imagine how our lovemaking will be simply explosive. I wonder if she’s having the same problem I’m having sleeping at night. I can’t wait to see her on Monday for lunch. I hope I can get her to go to dinner with me. Lunch and dinner all in the same day, that would be great. Pushing it, but great. Pulling the covers over his head as he did when he was a child whenever he couldn’t sleep, this method seemed to have always worked in helping him to fall fast asleep within a matter of minutes.
Why did I let Ally talk me into coming out to the club tonight? I should be home getting ready for my exam. I’ve come so close to getting my high school diploma, I need this. An opportunity of a lifetime, a full tuition paid to Law School, and the only downfall is they don’t know I have a two-year-old daughter, Destiny. My sweet Destiny. If they knew, all chances of going to Law School would be lost. Professor James has stepped out on a limb for me in helping me get this scholarship. He has always said a good mind is a terrible thing to waste. Why can’t that mean even if you have a child?
“Jasmine!”
“Oh, sorry, Ally.”
“Where did your mind go this time?”
“I was just thinking about my exams tomorrow.”
“Come on Jazz, you need to relax and get out a little more. You’re at school or you’re at your mom’s with Destiny. You haven’t dated since Damon. He was a jerk so get over it and move on.”
“All men are not jerks.”
“In whose book, yours or mine?” While chit-chatting, Jasmine and Ally didn’t notice that someone was approaching their table.
“Excuse me, ladies, my name is Malcolm and I was wondering if you would like to dance,” the gentleman said, gazing at Jasmine. Jasmine paying no attention to Alicia’s hard stares said, “No thanks but my friend, Ally may want a dance.”
Malcolm looked at Ally. She was pretty but he really wanted to dance with the beauty he had his eyes on since he walked through the door. Tired of waiting on his friends to get there, he wanted to go ahead and start his night, and he wanted it to start with this beauty. However, it didn’t seem like it was going to happen that way. It was something about those big pretty brown eyes. They were so hypnotic but she looked standoffish at the same time. Malcolm had no time for this even though she was fine. He wanted to have some fun tonight and he wasn’t going to have it with her, so Ally it would be.
“So Ally would you like to dance?” he asked.
Ally looked at Jazz and she wanted to yell at her, but that would wait until later. I might as well have some fun while I’m here.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s burn this dance floor up.”
Jasmine sitting at the table alone while nursing her strawberry martini was thinking to herself again, what am I doing here? That’s when she heard a lot of gasping and whispering, and decided to turn around and see what all the commotion was about. Lord, I hope no one is in here fighting, she thought. So I looked around everyone and I gasped myself when my eyes fell upon the most gorgeous chocolate brother I’ve ever seen. Smooth skin, light-brown eyes, long eyelashes, long legs, and short curly hair. WOW! Now, that’s a nice glass of chocolate milk. I would love to drink that straight down nonstop. And his legs, they look so strong. Wonder how they would feel under my finger tips while caressing him gently? Hold the hell up! Where did that just come from? I haven’t thought about sex or had an urge to have sex since Damon. Didn’t have the urge then either. But I fell for the oh-if-you-love-me, you’ll-make-love-to-me-game. That was two and a half years ago when he had his way and stepped, and I ended up with Destiny. Her name speaks for itself. Haven’t heard from his ass since I told him I was pregnant. His mother apologizes for him, but it’s not her fault. She’s a wonderful grandmother.
Watching that delicious specimen of a man as all the other women were doing. It was as if he sensed me checking him out, he then looked my way. I swear it was like a lighting bolt hit between us. He must have felt it too because he smiled, and I thought I would come undone right then and there. I knew then it was time for me to go. I can’t have any distraction, and Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous would definitely be a distraction. Staring at him, I didn’t even realize that Alicia hadn’t come off the dance floor. She must be having fun. Sometimes I wish I could just let loose and have fun, but I can’t. I have to work and provide for Destiny. Ally has two parents vying for her attention. She has whatever she wants and needs no matter what the cost. It’s hard to believe we’re best friends. We’re both from two different backgrounds. She’s from a family with a mother and a father, and I’m from a single-family home. Even though my father is in my life, he also had another family that I sometimes felt I had to compete with for his time. I remember the first day of second grade, we both were seated at the same table, and we both were new and shy, both loving cabbage patch dolls and being diehard tomboys. We talked in class and on the way home from school. Finding out we lived one block from each other and have many things in common, we instantly became friends. We’ve been inseparable ever since. Even our parents became the best of friends. Our moms hanging out together and shopping, and our dads playing golf together.
Making my way onto the dance floor, I said, “Alicia lets go. It’s late, and I’m ready to go home.”
“Oh, Jazz, just twenty more minutes and we can go.”
“Fine. Twenty minutes or I’m catching a cab back home.” Walking back to the table, I ordered another drink since I left my other one on the table. I felt like I was being watched. I looked up and there he was, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome on his way over this way. I could hear the ladies behind me whispering.
“Girls, Mr. Chocolate is coming our way. Get ready.” I looked up again and realized he was on his way to my table.
OH MY GOD! What am I going to say? How do I look? Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! He just stood there for a second looking into my eyes. Lord, please help me! This man is so fine. Not knowing I was holding my breath, and thinking what am I going to say? As if he had read my mind, he spoke, “Hello, my name is Emmanuel and I was dragged out tonight. I was dreading being here but now that I’ve seen you, I’m glad I came.”
Emmanuel didn’t want to sound too forward, but he couldn’t help himself. She had the most beautiful brown eyes he’s ever seen, and he wanted to let her know.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have big beautiful brown eyes? Their sexy and exotic if you don’t mind me saying,” Emmanuel said.
Jasmine just sat there blushing as he dropped lines hard but that was okay. As cute as he is, he can drop lines all he wants but I won’t tell him that. Besides, being teased as a child for having big eyes, it is always a pleasure when someone compliments them.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t throw it.” Jasmine didn’t mean to say it so harsh. She was just a little nervous. He was making her body do weird things.
Emmanuel looked surprised from across the room. She didn’t look like the stuck-up type but I guess looks can be deceiving, he thought. I probably would believe that if I didn’t recognize that look in her eyes. That hurt; that mistrust of the opposite sex. I know it all too well what that look is. I carried it for so long after I ended it with Sharon. So instead of taking it personal, I wished her a good night and was on my way. Too bad, she looks like a nice young girl. I know how it is when you just don’t want to be bothered.
I wanted to scream and tell him to come back. Tell him my name, but I couldn’t. Men are trouble and they all want the same thing, but my goodness he was definitely good for a girl’s ego. Just as the thought of calling a cab crossed my mind, I had another thought. Ally must be having one hell of a fun time. She hasn’t come off that dance floor yet. Deciding to go ahead and call a cab, Alicia walked up.
“What’s up, girl? Who was that fine brother you were talking to?” Alicia asked, smiling.
“He said his name is Emmanuel, but I told him I wasn’t interested and he left.”
“What! Are you crazy, Jasmine! He is gorgeous!”
“I know. Too damn gorgeous. He probably got a woman in at least half the surrounding counties of Cumberland County.”
“Jasmine, will you please stop that? All men are not the same. You got to let go of this thing. Damon was one man and he was young. Damon is not every man. If you keep this up, you’ll never meet anyone special.”
“Ally, how about we agree to disagree? Are you ready?”
“Just let me give Malcolm my number. He’s a fun guy. Maybe he can hook you up with one of his friends.”
“No thanks. I’m fine, Ms. Cupid.”
I wonder what Emmanuel was doing. Did he find someone to dance with? I know it’s plenty of women in here ready to give him a chance.
Just as I turned around, there he was with those light-brown eyes focusing on me. Goodness he’s handsome as hell, making my clit do double and backward flips, and making me wet just by looking at him. Lord, I’m glad I don’t have to see him again.
“Alright, I’m ready, Jazz. Jasmine, you should have at least got his number.”
“I said leave it alone.”
“Fine. That will be you tonight having hot dreams about your stranger from the NCO Club.”
I prayed to myself, “I hope not. My exams are tomorrow. No distractions.”
NDEA B adding finishing touches to new novel The Other Brother!
Book Signing at Bookland in Natchez Mall in Natchez Ms on December 18, from 5pm-8pm
Meet and Greet with Book and Beignets Book Club in Monroe La on December 19, from 2pm-4pm
