BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2

by Mallory Monroe

  And it wasn’t because of her race, as some of the wealthy old biddies around town tried to insinuate. They had to blame something for this remarkable turn of event where Charles married, not their local beauty queens, but an African queen. But what they didn’t realize was that Charles had been with numerous black women in his past. But just like the white women of his past, he took a pass on them too. Until he met her. Which caused her to smile. She already knew she had much more going for herself than good looks and a nice body. Charles, unlike her ex and any other man she’d ever been with, bothered to look deep enough to see it.

  She wrapped the towel around her body and headed into the master bedroom. She looked at the TV monitor inside the room and saw Bonita fast asleep inside her crib in the Nursery, and Tess, her Nanny, wide awake and reading a book. Then Jenay looked at the bed. To say Charles was not a morning person would be an understatement. Whenever he got up early, he became so grumpy he might as well had stayed in bed. But that wasn’t going to be the case this morning. He was dead to the world he was sleeping so hard. And, Jenay noticed, he had slept so hard that part of his naked body was exposed, and his dangling penis was revealed.

  She smiled, shook her head, and went over to the bed to cover him back up. But as soon as her hand touched the sheet, Charles hand reached out and touched her wrist and immediately pulled her down on top of him.

  “I thought you were asleep,” she said with a grin as he held her.

  “I am asleep,” Charles responded, as he slung her towel off her and began sucking her bare breasts. “Pay no attention to this man sucking your breasts.”

  But how could she not when he was sucking her so wonderfully? He was so masterful with his mouth that she went from grinning to complete relaxation. He was moaning too, as if he’d been waiting for this opportunity for a lifetime. His tongue overtook every inch of her senses. Until he uttered those words.

  “Sit on me,” he said.

  Jenay knew exactly what he meant. She slid her naked body up the length of his broad body until her freshly scrubbed pussy was right in his face. He held her by the catch of her butt cheeks as his tongue began licking her with slow, prodding strokes from end to end. She held onto the headboard as he licked her until her folds were bright red and hanging out. Then he began eating her.

  Charles could feel his penis expanding into a hard thickness the longer he ate her. It was that wonderful smell, that wonderful taste, that wonderful joy in holding the woman he loved by the catch of his hands, squeezing her tight ass and eating her tight pussy, and nearing ejaculation just from the thought of doing her.

  And the way her body responded. That topped it all for him. He ate her harder and harder the more positively she responded, as if her very reaction to the intensity made him want to do her even more intensely.

  Until it became too intense even for Charles. And he had to slide her body back down until she was, once again, lying prone on top of him. And then he guided and then pushed his thick penis into her already inflamed vagina. As soon as he began sliding along her ridges within her wet tightness, she laid her head on his chest and sighed a long, enchanting exhale.

  Jenay loved it. Morning fucks were the best to her and Charles was making it feel like the best she’d ever had. She was amazed that every single time he knew how to do her, and do her just right for the occasion. When she needed it rough, he knew how to pound her. When she needed it slow and easy, like this morning, he made his dick caress her. He held her in his arms and made the kind of long, slow love to her that relaxed every fiber in her being.

  And the longer he fucked her, the less it became about the sex, and the more it became about him. She wasn’t just naked, but she was naked on top of her husband. And not just any dick, but his dick was inside of her. His arms were around her. His hand was rubbing her hair, and then lifting her chin, and then kissing her without breaking a second of his sexual stride. She melted in his kiss.

  And Charles couldn’t stop kissing her. This was his wife now, the mother of his only daughter, and he wanted to give her the best of himself. But every time he tried, like now, she always trumped him. Because he was getting even better than he was giving. She was fucking him. He might have been hitting her G-spot, but she was hitting his sweet spot. Her tightness, her ridges, the fact that he had to fight through the friction to get to her deepest pocket, made him near ejaculation the entire time he fucked her. And he fucked her. It was morning, and they both had jobs to get to, but he fucked her as if there was nothing else in the world to do.

  Her pussy was so soft, and his dick was so red that by the time he put it on her one time too many, and they both came, it felt almost anticlimactic. The greatest feeling for them wasn’t in their final cum, but in the process of cumming all along. They came hard. They both were straining the fullness of their beings as he poured into her and she accepted that creamy milk to overflowing. But it was the accumulation effect. All of it was just as important as part of it, and the beginning and the middle were just as intense as the end of it.

  When they finally stopped the madness and were able to breathe again, they both immediately turned toward the TV monitor. Their baby, their precious child, was still fast asleep, and Tess was still taking peeps at the baby, and then getting back to her book.

  “I’m going to miss you and Nita,” Charles said.

  Jenay looked at him. “Where do you have to go this time?”

  “I’ve got to be in Baltimore this afternoon. My partners and I did a land grab a few years back that some Chinese businessmen want to take off our hands.”

  “You know what they’re saying now? They seem to think that China’s trying to take over the entire country, land parcel by land parcel.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “You don’t agree?”

  “I don’t know if I do or not,” Charles said. “They certainly want the piece of land I have to give.”

  “And if the price is right, they’re going to get that piece right?”

  Charles looked into Jenay’s gray eyes. “We’ll see,” he said.

  Jenay smiled. “Don’t tell me you’ll turn down money.”

  “Hell no!” Charles said and Jenay laughed. “But they’d better come to me correct, or I’ll turn down their money. I do business with foreign investors, but only if they pay with a hefty mark-up. Otherwise screw’em. I wait for an American to come through.”

  “What time do you think you’ll be back?”

  “Tomorrow night. Probably around eight-ish.”

  “Good. Come to the club. I’m taking Norm and Denise there for dinner tomorrow. I want you to finally have a nice sit down with them since you were gracious enough to let me bring them both here and give them jobs in the Inn’s restaurant in the first place.”

  “Well I knew they were your closest friends and they’ve been having some tough times here lately.”

  “Tough isn’t the word,” Jenay said. “Norm is a trained chef but the only gig he could get was to cook on a cruise ship, and then he got laid off from that. And Denise.” Jenay shook her head.

  “Still in love with that loser?”

  “She claims she’s not, especially after he left her high and dry, but who knows with Denise? She’s young and a free spirit. Sometimes Norm and I feel like her parents rather than her best friends. We feel like we have to look out for Denise.”

  “She needs to grow up, that’s the remedy,” Charles said. Then he looked at Jenay. “Speaking of growing up, how’s that baby boy of mine working out for you?”

  Jenay nodded. “He’s . . . not so great.”

  Charles looked concerned. “His ass isn’t disrespectful to you anymore?”

  “Oh no. I think he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re kick his ass if he disrespects me.”

  “Damn right.”

  “But I don’t know. Donald is really friendly with the guests and he’s a smart young man, and I think, if he puts his mind to it, he can really excel in hotel mana
gement. But it’s as if he wants to go straight to the top rather than work his way up there. Because you’re his father, it’s as if he feels a sense of entitlement, Charles, that’s very off-putting.”

  Charles exhaled and held her tighter. “It’s my fault,” he said. “When I divorced his mother and he tried to live with her and she send him back to me, he took it extremely hard. I’ve been overcompensating for his loss ever since.”

  “But you made him pay the price when he beat up his wife that time,” Jenay reminded him. “You would have thought that year in jail would have at least given him some perspective on all of that.”

  “Not Donald,” Charles said. “He and Robert still keep me up nights. But in any event, keep me posted. You’re his last chance. He’s blown every other job I’ve tried to put him on. But I’ve already told him that if he blows this job with you, he’s enrolling his ass in somebody’s college whether he likes it or not.”

  Jenay nodded.

  “But yes,” Charles said, “I’ll drop by the country club tomorrow night and greet your friends. I would say meet, only I’ve met them before.”

  “Very briefly when all three of us were graduating from BHI. But thank-you for agreeing. They’ve been in town for nearly a week now and it feels awkward that they haven’t had a proper sit down and meal with the most important man in my life.”

  Charles loved the way she said that. He stared into her eyes, and then kissed her. But when he moved to kiss her again, and to undoubtedly do her again, she knew she’d better move before she was enticed into having sex with him again.

  “Anyway,” she said, moving to get out of his tight embrace, “I’m a working woman, not a lay-about. I’d better get up.”

  But Charles held her tighter in his arms, and wouldn’t let her go.

  “Come on, Charlie! I’m already late.”

  “How can you be late? You own the joint!”

  “No, you own the joint,” Jenay said. “I just run it.” She moved to get off of him again, but he pulled her back. And she could see a stinging fierceness in his eyes.

  “It’s all still new to you,” he said to her, “I know that. And I understand how my excessive and complicated business ventures can be overwhelming to a newbie like you. But that Bed and Breakfast you’ve been running so admirably for me, is yours too. You’re my wife. What’s mine, is yours. What I own, you own. Got it?”

  Jenay smiled. “I’ve got it.”

  But Charles wanted to make himself clear. “Don’t you dare walk around this town acting as if you don’t understand that little fact, Jenay, or the people in this town will act as if they don’t understand it either. They will disrespect you and treat you as if you’re less than them every chance they get. I will not tolerate that. Nobody’s disrespecting you. I won’t allow it. You’d better not allow it either.”

  Jenay nodded her head. He was serious, and she became serious too. Because she was only just getting to know the town of Jericho, but she knew enough to appreciate that he spoke the truth. “I own it,” she said firmly.

  He nodded. “Good.” But he still held her tightly in that oddly clingy way he behaved sometimes when he didn’t want to let her go.

  “And as the owner of Jericho Inn,” she decided to say, “I have to set an example for my employees. And being late is not a good example to set.”

  Charles looked at her and smiled. “You always get the last word, don’t you?”

  Jenay smiled too. “It works out that way, doesn’t it?

  “Yeah, it works out that way. You get the last word. But guess what?”

  Jenay looked at him, sensing he was up to nothing good. “What?”

  “I get the last lick,” he said, and slapped her viciously hard on her bare backside.

  “Ouch!” Jenay screeched in pain, and Charles rolled from under her, laughing as he rolled. She made him feel like a kid again!

  But he didn’t make her feel exuberant, but pained. She pushed him. “Not funny,” she said, although she couldn’t help but smile herself, as she got up and got out of bed.

  By the time she showered yet again, dried off yet again, and entered the bedroom yet again, Charles was once again fast asleep. Jenay shook her head. That man, she thought. He could sleep through a typhoon! But she didn’t delay. She finished getting dressed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Anthony “Tony” Sinatra looked at the pretty, brown-skinned waitress standing at his table, and he smiled. He’d been seeing her all week whenever he came by the Jericho Inn Bed and Breakfast café for breakfast, a café they called the Hot Spot, and had been playing around with her as often as he could. Although, he thought mischievously, he wasn’t entirely joking. “Will you have my baby?” he asked her again.

  “Will you quit playing?” she responded again.

  “I’m not playing! That’ll be one hell of a great looking kid. People would pay good money to get a look at our awesome child. Just have it, you’ll see.”

  Denise Donahue looked at Tony Sinatra with a get real look. He was a fun-loving jokester, and was cute as a button, but the last thing on her mind was rolling in some hay with him. Especially since he was her best friend’s stepson. “For the third time,” she said, with her order pad in hand, with her pen ready to write, “what are you having?”

  “And for the third time,” Tony said with a grin, “why can’t I have you?”

  She almost smiled at his silliness, but she knew that would only encourage him. “I’m not on the menu, Tony.”

  “Well you ought to be!” He started looking around as if he was highly offended. “What’s wrong with this place? What’s wrong with these people?”

  He won. Denise couldn’t help but smile. She was waitressing at the Hot Spot, and she didn’t completely hate being there. Which was a shocker to her. She had finally called it quits with her refused to stop cheating ex-boyfriend Mark, and was waiting for some sort of response from the dozens of job applications she had submitted across the country, when she got the call from Jenay. Jenay, along with Norm Morgan, were her closest friends in this world. The threesome met when they attended the Boston Hospitality Institute together and were often referred to as The Three Oddateers. Mainly because, at the time, Jenay was a thirty-two year old divorcee from a well-to-do family, Norm was a forty-three year old gay white guy from a trailer park family, and Denise was a nineteen year old free spirit from the hood. All three graduated a few years ago, with various hotel management (Jenay), Culinary Arts ( Norm), and hotel administration (Denise) degrees, but they had remained in touch.

  When Jenay phoned and told her that she needed a chef in the restaurant section of her husband’s B & B, and had therefore hired still struggling Norm for the job, Denise was happy for him. But when Jenay asked if she wanted to come to Maine too, Denise didn’t hesitate. She had been sleeping on Norm’s couch in Boston, after Mark kicked her out of his house. She jumped at the chance.

  It wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it was going to be, she felt, as she stood near the pickup window with Stephie, another waitress, and waited for Norm to cook their orders. Stephie was a fun lover like her, and many of the customers, even that jokester Tony Sinatra, kept the mood light and relaxing. And it remained light and relaxing by the end of her first full week in Maine. Until this morning, when another Sinatra walked into Hot Spot. But this Sinatra, unlike Tony, was no joke.

  Denise didn’t see him coming. She was looking in the opposite direction. Two bald-headed jocks were arm-wrestling at one of the tables near the backside of the cafe, and they had her undivided attention. Both guys were gritting their teeth as they refused to let the other one win, but Denise was betting on the bigger guy. He was just too big.

  “Wow,” Stephie said as her small blue eyes stretched wide. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in the Hot Spot before. Denise, I don’t think he’s ever come in the Hot Spot before.”

  “Who?” Denise asked, although her attention was still focused on the arm wrestlers.

/>   “Brent!” Stephie said as if it was obvious who she meant. “This is his first time coming here, at least the first time I’ve seen him here.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Denise answered, but her attention was still diverted.

  “They say he’s mean like his daddy,” Stephie kept talking, “but he’s not mean. He just doesn’t let these crooks and criminals get away with anything. He’s always nice to me when I see him at the grocery store, or walking down the aisles at Walmart. My sister went to school with him, and she said he was nice then too. She even dated him once!”

  As Denise suspected all along, the bigger guy won. He stood up and threw his muscular arms in the air and started jumping around like Rocky, as if he’d won more than mere bragging rights.

  “You heard me, Denise? Brent’s here.”

  Denise finally shifted her gaze back to her coworker. “And who exactly is Brent supposed to be? You have a very bad habit of talking about these people as if I was born and raised here, Steph.”

  “You know Tony, right?” Stephie asked her.

  “Yes, I know Tony. Everybody knows Tony.”

  “Brent Sinatra is his older brother. Only he’s not that much older than Tony, but he acts miles older. He just walked in. Over there.”

  Denise looked where Stephie was pointing. And there he was in a policeman’s uniform, as imposing a man as Denise could hope to see in this small town, standing head and shoulders above the small, breakfast crowd. And even sensible Denise, who never went nuts over good-looking guys, and who thought love at first sight was an overblown fairytale, had to do a double take.

  “Isn’t he dreamy?” Stephie’s freckled face lit up with a smile.

  “Isn’t he a cop?” Denise asked.

  “Yeah.” Stephie looked at her. “So?”

  “I’m just saying,” Denise said and both women continued to look at the new arrival. Denise didn’t know how dreamy he was, since that wasn’t a word she would ever use to describe anybody ever, but she had to agree on one thing: the man was fine. He was tall and lean and built like a track star. He wore a washed-out gray looking uniform, but his physique was undeniable. From those powerful biceps, to those ripped abs outlined beneath that tight shirt he wore, to those thick thighs: the man was fine. Denise looked down, at that midsection bulge that even his uniform pants could barely contain, and she could actually feel her vagina tinkle. How would it feel to be with him, she wondered, between the sheets?