“But I told you there is no one else,” the driver pleaded. “It’s just the two of us, sir. It’s just my wife and I!”
Mick ignored him. Teddy looked at Mick’s men. “You heard the boss. Let’s get this show on the road!”
Mick’s men grabbed the couple and put them in the SUV. Angelo drove the couple’s beat up van away, while Teddy and the others drove off in the SUV. Danny Padrone remained with Roz’s inoperable Rolls, to wait on the wrecker. Then Mick looked at Roz.
“You think it’s more than just a scam?” she asked him. “They look like a couple of hillbillies to me. But I know. Never judge a book by its cover.”
“What did I tell you?” Mick asked her.
Roz was slightly puzzled. “What do you mean? About that couple?”
“About your ass!” Mick fired at her. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in that car?”
Roz frowned. “I did stay in it!” Then she realized that wasn’t entirely true. If she had stayed in the car, she would still be in the car. “I stayed in until you came,” she said.
Mick looked at her. He was dead serious.
“How was I supposed to know they were crooks, Mick?”
“You weren’t,” Mick responded. “I am supposed to know it. That’s my job. That’s why when I tell you to do something, you do it. From start to finish! I have to know that you’ll do what I say, Rosalind, in situations like this.” His heart was hammering when he got the call from her. He wasn’t sure how many more calls like that he could take.
When Roz realized how pained Mick looked, she immediately realized her error. She reached out to him. He pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, babe,” she said. “It won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Mick said mercilessly. And then he squeezed her, held her as tight as he could, and then began looking around. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, “before I have to use this thing.” The “thing” he was referencing was the gun he still held in his hand. They began walking toward his car.
Joey and Gloria remained in the backseat of their father’s Maserati and watched them as they came. They watched the way Mick held onto Roz as if she would melt away if he let go. And both of his children, each in their own way, were envious of that kind of love.
With their surround sound stereo in the background, playing old school music to mute their moans and groans, Roz was on top of Mick, riding his penis hard, and he was holding her steady by the catch of her hips. Her big breasts were juggling up and down as she rode him, and the sweat was beginning to bead between those breasts as her pace increased. He felt so thick inside of her, and so full, that even as her vaginal juices were making her wet and soggy, he still was tight and painful inside of her.
Mick, too, felt the squeeze as she rode him. His cock was so fully aroused, and so fully erected that even he could feel that wonderful friction. It was never easy getting into Roz. Not with a rod like his. Not with a passageway like hers that didn’t stay stretch like some women he knew, but was always tight and rigid and required him to lift up to push deep inside.
He squeezed her jumping breasts as she rode him. Then he pulled her down by those breasts and sucked them hard. He wanted to suck them dry. Roz loved the way it felt to have his mouth on her nipples. She loved the way her breasts were as erected as Mick’s cock, and as sensitive to his touch.
And then he pulled her down even further, until her mouth was on his mouth. Until her sweaty chest was on his sweaty chest. And he kissed her long and hard as her tight pussy slid up and down along his wet cock. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of her sweet taste.
And then, when the feelings began to turn up even higher for both of them, he wrapped her slender body into his big arms, opened her even wider with his fingers, and took over.
His cock began to fuck her hard, going down deeper and deeper inside of her, until he was in a groove that was even more manic than her fucking had been. His cock was putting it on her. And the deeper inside he went, the more exhilarated they felt.
Roz felt the heat to the roots of her hair. She wrapped her arms around his head, and moaned and groaned as he fucked her so hard it felt as if her insides were on fire. And when he went down even deeper, slapping against her so hard that the top edge of his balls began to push inside of her, she screamed in elation. She knew she could wake the twins. Even with the music playing loudly in the background, she knew she could still be heard. She knew she was giving the nannies something to talk about. But she couldn’t help herself. Mick was putting it on her! And she could hold back no longer.
She came first. She came with an orgasm that clenched her body so tightly that Mick was trapped inside of her. Her vagina collapsed around his cock and rendered it so hard to move that Mick had to fight for strokes. She squeezed him so hard, and the feeling encapsulated him so completely, that she squeezed the life out of him. He couldn’t resist another second. And he came. He poured out as if a dam had busted loose. He drenched her with his cream.
And he kept on fucking her. That was the talent of Mick that turned Roz on more than any man ever could. The way he could keep on fucking as he poured. The way he could mix his saturation with her saturation and fuck her until another orgasm escaped her.
And Roz held onto his big, sweat-filled body. She held on as his Italian ass fucked her black ass so hard that yet another orgasm pierced through her. She was trembling, completely overwhelmed with joy, by the time he pounded her one last round, pushed in to the edge of his balls, and then stayed in.
Mick felt as if his heart was going to hammer out of his body when he finally stopped fucking her. He was breathing so hard that his chest was pushing against her breasts and leaving bruises. He looked at her and smiled and shook his head. “Too old,” he said between breaths. “Your hot ass is gonna kill me!”
Roz smiled too. And pulled him into her arms. He was sweaty as hell. And she could barely breathe herself after the pounding he put on her. But she could not have felt any more satisfied. Mick always brought his A-game when he made love to her. He always exceeded her greatest expectations. But tonight he exceeded even that. “You’re wrong,” she said to him. “It’s your hot ass that’s gonna be the death of me!” Then she added, thinking about the line Tamron had used about shopping: “But what a way to go,” she said.
Mick laughed. He really loved this woman. And then he looked at her. He was not the kind of man who spoke his feelings ever, but as he stared at his wife, he felt it was overdue. He gently grasped her chin, and lifted her face up to his face. “I love you Rosalind Sinatra,” he said to her. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
Roz’s heart melted as she looked at his strong face, and into his gorgeous green eyes. And she placed a finger in the cleft of his chin. “I love you, too, Michello Sinatra,” she responded lovingly.
“If you ever forget my love,” Mick said, “I’ll remove one of your arms and stomp on it.”
Roz laughed, but Mick’s look remained smolderingly serious. So Roz got serious too. “If you ever forget my love,” she said, “I’ll remove that sleepy-ass eye of yours and stomp on it.”
Mick almost broke his serious look with laughter, but he held on. “If you ever forget my love,” he said to her, “I’ll remove both of your legs, throw them in the sea, and then force you to swim in to get them.”
Roz laughed. She could never be as stone-faced as Mick. “If you ever forget my love,” she said, “I’ll cut off your balls and give them to charity.” Then she patted herself on the back. “Mic. Drop,” she said.
Mick didn’t respond to that. Roz laughed even harder. “Yeah, I thought that would be enough said.”
This time Mick laughed. No woman had ever made him laugh, or be so silly and fun, as Rosalind.
But Mick being Mick, his jovial look didn’t last. His look turned serious again. “If you ever forget my love,” he said, and Roz waited happily for the punchline. But it didn’t come. His look remained too serious. “I’ll still love you
anyway,” he finally said.
“Oh, Mick,” Roz said heartfelt, tears appearing in her eyes, and she fell into his arms.
The music still played on. This time it was Bill Withers singing Just the Two of Us.
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted water’s all that is
And it don’t make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait too late
We got to go for all we know.
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
You and I!
And as Grover Washington, Junior’s soft sax played the hook, Mick and Roz settled into that restful, peaceful, loving sleep of the truly grateful.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, while Mick and Roz were sitting on the bed in the nursery spending time with the twins before they left for work, word came from the front gate security that Joey was there to see them. Mick, Junior, always inquisitive, looked his big, green eyes at the intercom faceplate when he heard the voice, and then he looked at his father as if he knew something was going wrong and he needed Mick to handle it. Jacqueline, their daughter, continued to suck her knuckles and shake her other hand. She was in her own world, doing her own thing.
Roz, who held Mick, Junior in her arms, looked at Mick. It was up to him to say yea or nay. Joey was his son, not hers. But she was inwardly hoping he said yes. Joey had been making a lot of bad decisions lately, some horrific decisions, but he was still Mick’s son.
Mick, however, pressed the intercom button. “Tell him I’ll see him at my office,” he said to his security booth.
“Yes, sir,” his man said, and ended the call.
Mick was a good man to Roz. It always amazed her how wonderfully involved he was with the twins. Like now, as he sat on the bed in the nursery in his ten-thousand-dollar suit, probably already late for some meeting somewhere but still spending time with her and the kids. But he wasn’t involved like that at all with his grown children when they were kids. An absent father was not something easily dismissed by children, no matter what their age. And Roz knew it. “But Mick,” she said, “eventually you’ve got to trust him again.”
“And eventually I will,” Mick responded. “But until I get there, he comes nowhere near our children. Not after what his stupid ass tried to do with Sal’s kid.”
“He wouldn’t harm Junior and Jackie,” Roz said.
“I don’t believe he would either,” Mick said. “But he’s got to show me more than he’s been showing me for me to let him back in. And I know he still has a lot of childhood issues to work out. I know I fucked up all my kids. I know that. But damn, Roz,” Mick said, and then couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought.
Roz knew exactly what he wanted to say. “But eventually he’s got to stop blaming you for all of his screw-ups,” she said.
Mick was pleased to have a woman who understood. He nodded. “Right,” he said. “I was a lousy father to him and Gloria and Teddy too. I’ll take the fall for that. But at some point he’s got to take responsibility for his own decisions. At some point Joey has got to grow the hell up. Teddy’s done it, and Gloria. He’s got to get there too. I can’t baby a grown man. I don’t care what I did to him. I won’t do it.”
Roz exhaled. “I agree,” she said. “Let’s just pray Joey comes around. I like him. We’ve had our ups and downs, and I know he’s not too crazy about me right now, but deep down he’s a good kid. Deep down I think the one thing he wants above anything else in this world is his father’s love.”
“He has my love,” Mick admitted as he motioned for the nanny to come and get Jacqueline. “It’s my respect I need him to earn.”
Jacqueline, who might have been in her own world, began to cry when she left her father’s arms. “I thought you were doing your own thing,” he said to his baby girl with a smile, as he took her back and held her.
“She was,” Roz said, “as long as she was in the safety and protection of your loving arms.” Then Roz glanced at Mick. “Maybe that’s Joey too. Outside of your safety and protection, he roars. Inside, he’s as content as a newborn babe.”
Mick smiled as he placed Jacqueline on his broad shoulder and rocked her. Maybe Roz had a point. But he knew he had one too. He was never going to baby any son of his. No matter what.
He looked at his wristwatch. “I’d got to get out of here,” he said.
Roz motioned to the nannies again. They hurried to retrieve the children. They hurried as if they were soldiers in the army.
Jacqueline was about to cry again when she left her father’s arms, but Mick pointed a finger at her. “Don’t you dare,” he said in a stern voice. She knew that voice already. She looked at her brother instead. When she saw that he wasn’t crying, she decided against it too.
Mick and Roz kissed their green-eyed beautiful twins goodbye and Roz escorted Mick toward the front of the house. She was still in her bathrobe. She had showered, but still had to get dressed. And Mick was staring at her ass as she walked in that bathrobe. He was getting a hard-on thinking about how he did her last night and staring at that ass. If he didn’t have to leave, if he wasn’t already on the verge of tardiness, he’d take her right now.
She picked up his briefcase beside the table in the foyer and handed it to her husband. She placed both of her small hands on his thick chest. She looked up into his eyes. “We need to talk tonight,” she said.
Mick could see a storminess in that rich pool of brown within her big eyes. “Are you sure it can wait until tonight?”
Roz smiled. “I’m sure,” she said. She didn’t think she would ever have to tell him about it. She thought Chad was a past problem that would forever remain in her past. Until yesterday. “What time do you think you’ll be home?”
Mick thought about it. “Eight?” he asked.
She smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll cook.”
“Sounds even better,” Mick said with a smile, and kissed her. Then his look turned serious. “A limo is waiting outside to take you wherever you need to go.”
“Just a driver?” Roz asked.
“And Deuce,” Mick said. Deuce McCurry was Mick’s best security man. He trusted him with his life. When he married Roz, he put Deuce in charge of her security detail. “He’ll be by your side until I can get more answers from those hillbillies. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Do I mind if my husband loves me enough to look out for me?” Roz asked. “Hell to the no! Of course I don’t mind. I want to know what’s up too. Besides, those damn hillbillies wrecked my car!”
Mick laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you another one.”
“Even if it can be repaired?”
“Fuck that. I’m not trusting my wife in any once-wrecked car. I’m getting you another one. Your choice. My money.”
Roz smiled. She loved bantering with Mick. “I thought it was supposed to be our money?”
“It’s ours when it’s coming in. It’s mine when it’s going out.”
Roz smiled greatly, her dimples turning Mick on again, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I like how you think,” she said.
“I love how you feel,” Mick said as he sat down his briefcase. He untied her bathrobe, slinked his arms around her naked body, pulled her against his rock-hard rod, and kissed her. They kissed long and hard, and wanted to do more. But they both knew time was getting away from them.
“You’ll be late,” Roz said, breaking away from him. “Go.”
Mick knew she was right. His people worked hard because he did, and he made it his business to set the right example. He therefore kissed her goodbye, she opened the door for him, and he left.
But even after the door was closed behind him, and even as he walked toward one of the two limousines waiting in the circular driveway of their massive estate, he felt as if he was being pulled back toward Roz. He didn’t know if it was a great need to f
uck her, since his cock was still aroused, or something else.
And even as he got into the limo, and his driver closed the door, that pull toward Roz was still strong. Too strong, he felt, to ignore.
To his driver’s surprise, he got back out of the limo and made his way back into his home.
Roz was upstairs, standing on the side of their bed just removing her robe, when he appeared at their bedroom door. “You forgot something?” she asked him.
He remained at the door. Tried not to look at her gorgeous naked body. He failed. “What did you need to talk to me about?” he asked her as he found himself staring at that body.
“I told you it could wait until tonight, Mick,” Roz said. “You didn’t have to come back for that. It can wait until tonight.”
“But I can’t,” Mick said, and began walking toward her. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her upright body between his legs. “What is it?”
Roz tossed her discarded robe onto the bed. It was instructive that she was naked, she thought, because what she was about to tell him would expose her anyway. But despite the risk that he would view her in an unfavorable light, she felt, after seeing Chad yesterday, he had a right to know.
“Yesterday, when you came by my office and I told you about that student I once had when I ran that actor’s studio?”
“The guy you saw at Akon’s?” Mick asked, and Roz nodded. “The disgruntled student? What about him?”
Roz placed her hands on his shoulders. Didn’t look into his eyes. “I didn’t tell you the whole story,” she said.
Mick stared at her. He knew she wouldn’t keep it from him after seeing that character again. He knew she wouldn’t. “About fucking time,” he said.
A pained look appeared in Roz’s big eyes. Then she realized what he had just said. She looked at him. “What?”
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