Do Women Like Cocky Men? (Forbidden Fruit, Pt. 2)

WORDS BY KAYE MICHELLE OF STROKE

PT. 1

Jackson watched as Kyeina brushed past him and out the door.

He smirked.

“Such a fronter, that one,” he thought, as he turned back towards the rambling woman in front of him. “I, I’m sorry…”

“Danielle,” the woman replied. “It’s Danielle.”

“Danielle,” Jackson smiled. “I’m sorry, love. What were you saying?”

After Jackson offered up his name and asked the standard “what do you do” question, Danielle began rattling on about being an associate account manager for the United States Postal Service, a job that she seemed to hate immensely but had no motivation to change positions or aspire to something else.

Jackson could care less and his mind started drifting to thoughts of Ky and those sexy ass heels. Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he cut Danielle off mid-sentence and excused himself before he got too bored. Cutting through the crowd towards the bathroom, he started a text to Ky:

“Aww, I didn’t’ know you were such a punk. You know you wanna give me a piece of your mind…chicken.”

As he thought of their first and only time together, Jackson felt his blood surge and his body came to life. Shaking off the thought, he decided that the lounge—and the people in it—no longer held any interest to him.

Walking over to the tabled section where his boys were, Jackson wished them all good night and headed off, ignoring all questions about why he was breaking out so early.

As he made his way towards the exit, he was stopped by a friend of Danielle, who’d been secretly eyeing him the entire night. Before she could even say anything, Jackson interjected: “What’s your name?”

She paused, and then spoke.

“Oh, I’m Talaina,” she began, extending her hand.

Jackson took her hand in his. Without letting go, he began to use his finger to stroke the inside of her palm.

“Do you like me?” he smirked.

Talaina was startled. She hadn’t expected him to be this upfront—nor had she realized he’d catch on to her game so quickly. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry?”

“C’mon now, sweetie, stop playing games with me,” Jackson said, staring directly into her eyes.

His voice rumbling above the speakers, he continued, “You’ve been looking at me since your friend came to talk to me by the bar. What I want to know is why you’re digging me. And don’t tell me it’s because I’m cute, because I already know that. So tell me what is it?”

Talaina’s mouth dropped open. As she regained her composure, she closed her mouth and pulled her hand away from Jackson’s grasp. “Well, aren’t we arrogant?”

Jackson chuckled.

“Am I arrogant because I stepped to you? Or am I arrogant because I called you on your game?”

Talaina was struck speechless by Jackson’s brazen cockiness but part of her was turned on. By time she was able to muster some type of response, he was already halfway to the exit.

Checking his phone, he saw there was a message from Kyeina:

“Giving you a piece of my mind is hazardous to my emotional health, Jackson.”

Jackson chuckled. “Hazardous to your emotional health? All I want to do is make you feel good… Where are you?”

“In a cab. Almost home.”

“Okay, well see you later.”

“K,” she typed back, almost disappointed

Jackson made his way to his car and started driving.

Ky lay on her bed, fully dressed. The sounds of Maxwell’s new album oozed out the speakers, soothing her out and arousing her just the same. She had yet to figure out what she was going to do, but she knew that at the rate she was going with Jackson, someone was going to get hurt—more than likely it was bound to be her.

She never meant to fall for him like she did. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Jackson, a self-made man, enticed her not with his looks, but with his mind. His ability to carry a conversation on any subject intrigued her. His way of making you feel at ease to say or do anything made her smile. His honesty, intelligence, and supercilious nature aroused her.

Being with him that first time was like two kids in high school, each of them trying to outdo the other. It started in his X5 with a kiss that spiraled into heavy petting that amplified with each second that went by. The moment was amplified by the fact that anyone could have caught them behind those steamy windows.

Once that threshold had been crossed there was no turning back. Their make out session trickled into her apartment and onto her bed; the same one Vance had made love to her on dozens of times before. But she wasn’t thinking about him or their two-year relationship in that moment.

Jackson kissed her as if he needed her all his life and this messed with her head. Why kiss someone that you weren’t trying to be with? Someone you couldn’t be with? To her, kissing was the most intimate of acts—more intimate than the act itself. Every experience thereafter was sensually delightful and oh so wrong.

Ky’s fantastic flashback was interrupted by the sound of her doorbell chiming. She sat up, alarmed.

“Who the hell is that,” she thought to herself. “No… It couldn’t be.”

Ky rushed to the window, peered outside and spotted Jackson’s X5 out front.

“Oh, no he didn’t.”

The bell rang again.

Ky made her way downstairs and paused in front of the hallway mirror to straighten out her outfit and made sure her hair was okay. She took a deep breath and reached for door handle. On the other side was Jackson, cocksure as ever.

“So… you just come up to people’s houses unannounced now,” she huffed.

Jackson smirked, “I told you I’d see you later and you said okay.”

“Boy, I meant see you later like later in the week not tonight.”

“Well, I’m here now so just let me in already,” he said, walking past her.

Ky closed the door and turned to find Jackson’s eyes studying her. He followed the soles of her shoes past her toffee colored legs—seemingly peering through her skirt—past her silk shirt and then, finally, into her lust-filled eyes.

He stepped closer to her.

Ky shook her head, fully aware that her nipples were hardening from his glance, yet unable to do anything about it.

“Jackson, we can’t do this,” she began. “You know how I feel about Vance… and what about Shair?”

“What about her,” Jackson said, stepping as close as the space between Ky and the door would allow.

He took his finger and slid it gently into the band of her skirt, pulling her even closer to him. He went for her bottom lip, biting it and, watching her eyes go small and tight.

He whispered raggedly on her lip, “Liar.”

Ky couldn’t resist his succulent lips and the ravenous tongue that came with it. He led her upstairs to the bedroom and she was all but ready to give in to her carnal desires when the phone rang, startling them both.

Still, neither of them moved, they just stood there, chests heaving, pulses racing, and his lip still to hers. Sucking on it gently, he whispered against her mouth again, “Let it go to voicemail.”

She shuddered.

Desire coursing through her veins, she glanced over at the caller ID on the nightstand by the bed. She turned back to Jackson and said, almost remorsefully, “It’s Vance.”

Jackson peered into her eyes, and then, suddenly, he let her go. He walked out the room, down the stairs and out the door.

To be concluded…

Do you find cocky people strangely sexy? Have you ever had someone talk your ear off at the bar? How did you end the conversation? What would you do if your friend tried to kick it to someone at the club right after you danced with them? Do you allow people to stop by your house unannounced? Have you ever made out in a parked car? Did the idea of people catching you turn you on? Would you answer the phone in the middle of a make out session? Do you like where these Wet Wednesdays story is going? Are you ready for next week’s conclusion?

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