Free Naughty 2: My Way or the Highway by Brenda Hampton Page A

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 bills? 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.
    â€œThank you,” she said, wiping the rain from her eyes.
    â€œWhat happened?” I asked.
    â€œMy 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.”
    â€œCome 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.
    â€œThanks again, Mr...?”
    â€œJaylin, Jaylin Rogers. And yours?”
    â€œHeather McDaniels.” We shook hands.
    â€œNice to meet you, Ms. McDaniels, but, uh . . . Do you live close by?”
    â€œYes. Less than ten minutes away. Would you mind taking me home? I’d like to call someone to come get my car.”
    â€œNo 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.
    â€œJaylin,” 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.”
    â€œGlad to be of assistance,” I said, shaking her hand back. She reached into her purse and tried to give me a hundred-dollar bill.
    â€œNo, 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,