Mick Sinatra: Ice Cold Love

by Mallory Monroe

  Rosalyn, he thought, as he watched her lying there. She wore a pair of gray jeans, with a shirt that hung out in the back but was neatly tucked in up front, revealing the outline of what he considered to be her sexy-ass body. His life, before she came along, was filled with harsh days and lonely nights, even though he had a woman in his bed most of those nights. But it was strictly a sex thing, not a love thing ever, until Rosalyn came along.

  He stopped drying himself and leaned against the bathroom’s doorjamb. Why did she do it for him when no other woman could, not even his babies mothers? He used to not understand it. Roz was nothing more than a struggling Broadway actress when they first met, doing all she could to make it but kept turning up blanks. And she wasn’t exactly head-over-heels in love with him, either. She thought he had the look of a serial killer and wouldn’t even let him give her a lift the first time they met. It was Deuce McCurry, his longtime friend and his driver at that time, who convinced her to come out of the rain.

  But, in truth, she was the one who brought Mick out of the rain. And they’d been together ever since, and with a connection so powerful, and a love so strong, it alarmed Mick sometimes. What would happen to him if something happened to Rosalyn?

  And, as if to prove the strength of their connection, Rosalyn opened her eyes. And when she saw Mick standing there looking like the dream man he was to her, she had no trouble smiling or showing her affection. And there was no hesitation on her part at all.

  “Mick!” she cried happily, and ran to him as if she was running to pure gold.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Mick was still unaccustomed to Roz’s brand of affection, and when she or his children attempted to give it to him, he felt awkward and often alarmed. But it was a great feeling, too, when Roz showed him affection. It was as if somebody in this world could love an unlovable man like him, and not be too ashamed to show it.

  But when she jumped up from that bed and ran to him, he smiled, dropped the towel he had been using to dry himself, and opened his arms. She ran into those arms and rammed her small body against his naked, rock-hard frame. He lifted her up into his arms and cupped her ass as she wrapped her legs around him.

  “How are,” he started saying, but Roz was already kissing him. And her kiss was so passionate and delicious to him that he abandoned what he started saying and returned her kiss with equal and even greater vigor. Women had come and gone in his life; he’d had more than any man should have ever had. But Roz was his forever girl.

  Roz couldn’t believe how much she had missed Mick. She didn’t plan to run into his arms the way she did, as if she was some love-starved teenager! But when she opened her eyes and saw him standing there, looking sexy as hell and like the wonderful man she loved with all of her heart, she lost all sense of proportionate response. Most of it was because her love for him was deepening every time he went away lately. But some of it, she also knew, was all about the man himself. She knew what she had. And she knew women out there wanted what she had. And like a dog on the street, she was re-marking her territory.

  And Mick, who also knew who he had, and who also knew how easily she could leave his moody ass, was re-marking his territory, too. He continued kissing her with the kind of kissing that had him turning his head from side to side, with both of them making smacking sounds, and he began carrying her to their bed.

  When he laid her across the bed, he didn’t delay. He unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks, pulled them, along with her panties, all the way down the length of her shapely legs and completely off of her body. And then he stared at her lustfully as he opened those legs.

  And when he knelt down and she felt his tongue caressing her, her entire body began stretching with pleasure. No man, not one, had ever made Roz feel the way Mick made her feel, and she couldn’t help but react to his skill. She even bent her knees, placing her feet on the bed, to give him greater access.

  And Mick took full advantage of that access. He wasn’t just licking her. He was kissing her too. He wasn’t just sliding his tongue inside her folds, he was caressing her clitoris, making it harder and bigger, until he knew she was on the verge of cumming in his mouth.

  That was why he got up. He was going to make her cum, but he was going to be inside of her.

  He slid his big body up the length of her small body, lifted and removed her blouse and bra, not by unbuttoning them, but by flinging them over her head, and he began fondling and kissing and sucking her big breasts. When Mick was on his private plane heading back to Philly from Rome, he had been dreaming of being with Roz again. It got so bad and he got so hard that he had to relieve himself twice while his plane was still in flight. Now he was with her, and he was making up for all of that wishful dreaming.

  He entered her as he sucked her breasts. He didn’t have to guide himself into her, because she had taken hold of his rock-hard penis and was guiding him in herself. Which made him love her even more. And want her even more. He feasted on her breasts.

  And as soon as Roz guided the head of his fat penis into her narrow passageway, and she felt that sensation his dick always gave to her, she let him go. And let him do his thing. And he did it in such a way that as soon as the head of his dick touched her, he gave his penis a hard thrust that burrowed into her with such force that her entire upper body jerked up and then leaned backwards as the wonderful sensations overwhelmed her.

  Mick stopped sucking her breasts and looked at her when she leaned backwards. His dick was stroking her now, with hard, steady thrusts that put him in that kind of rhythm they both loved. Her hair was loosened and in big curls around her narrow face, with some curls now beating against her forehead as he had her body, and the very bed they laid upon, bouncing with his every stroke. He was making hard love to her. He was craving her even as he was fucking her. He was loving her more and more even as he was staring into her big, sensual eyes. This was his woman, and with every fiber of his being he was staking his claim.

  He laid down, on top of her, and wrapped her into his big arms as he continued to fuck her hard. They were both breathing heavily, but Mick was almost hyperventilating it felt so good to him. He was lashing her with his love. He was caressing her with his love. He was punishing her with his love because it was too much for her. The sensations, he could tell, were overwhelming her. And just as he could feel that she was about to cum, his strokes became faster and faster and he was pounding her.

  And Roz could hold out no longer. She came. And when she came, and her body began arching and bucking against his body, and as he pounded her harder and harder, even Mick the Tick didn’t have the power to resist.

  He came too, in a thunderous cum. So much so that every vein in his neck was stretched to a near-breaking point and he couldn’t stop pounding her. Rosalyn, he thought, as he leaned his sweat-filled body up from her sweat-filled body and stared into her big, bright, loving eyes, had conquered him again.

  For several minutes they came together, and for several minutes he continued his hard strokes inside of her, until the ebb overtook the flow and neither had an ounce of cum left within them. They just laid there momentarily, still hugging each other. And then Mick, finally, rolled off of Roz.

  But they were still so drained that they just laid there for several more minutes, staring at the coffered ceiling in their bedroom, until Roz found the strength to roll over to her husband, and lay against him. Mick took one arm and placed it around her.

  “You’re home early,” she said. Mick said nothing.

  “Went to the office when you got back in town?” she asked.

  “I met Joey and Gloria for drinks at a bar near the office before I went into the office.”

  Roz looked at him. “Really? Why?”

  “My COO called while I was still in flight. He said some board members had come to him complaining about Nikki.”

  Roz frowned. “Nikki? But you said she was doing a fabulous job.”

  “She is. She’s reordering my mid-level staff duties and res
ponsibilities exactly the way I wanted it done.”

  “But?”

  “But nasty rumors were getting spread about her.”

  “Such as?”

  “Rumors that she slept her way to the top, and that she’s really not a VP to be respected, but a plant spying on my senior staff. Bullshit like that.”

  Roz put two and two together. “And you think Joey and Glo were behind those rumors?”

  “I know they were,” Mick said. “Joey was behind that sleeping her way to the top shit, but Gloria was behind that she’s a plant shit. I told them both they’d better cut that shit out or they were going to answer to me, and it wasn’t going to be in a bar with conversation. It was going to be in their asses, with my foot up it.”

  Mick exhaled. “Why would they do such a thing?” he asked. “What has Nikki ever done to them but be kind and considerate to them? She once saved Joey’s life, for crying out loud! And that’s how he repays her?”

  “It’s their own insecurities,” Roz said. “I don’t know if you realize it, but all of your children, including Teddy, has issues that they’re still working through, even though they’re all adults.”

  “And I know, I know. All because I wasn’t in their lives the way I should have been when they were kids.”

  Roz shook her head. “That used to be it,” she said. “But that shit got old a long time ago. That ain’t it. It’s the here and the now shit that’s got your grown-ass children behaving the way they sometimes behave.”

  Mick looked at her. “What do you mean?”

  “They want to be a bigger part of your life than they are. Especially Joey and Glo. Those two are starved for your attention and affection. They know that ain’t you, but that doesn’t stop them from wanting it. With Teddy, it’s different. It’s not about getting your attention. For him it’s about living up to your expectations. He’ll be taking over completely one day, and he’s battling the demons of is he good enough. Can he walk in your shoes. Right now, the verdict is no. And he knows it. That’s Teddy’s issue. But all three of them have issues.”

  Mick stared at Roz. “What makes you an expert on my children?” he asked her.

  “Because I’m the one your children confide in. I’m the stand-in for you. I hear what I hear. It doesn’t take a genius to read between the lines.”

  Mick lifted his free hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. His sins were piling up, and he knew it.

  “That’s why you’ve got to do better with the twins,” Roz said. “No matter how hard it is for you to be affectionate, or to give them your undivided attention, you have to do it, Mick. I don’t want them with those same issues when they grow up too. You can correct those errors with those two.”

  Mick nodded. “Where were you,” he asked, “when I was fucking up my other kids?”

  Roz smiled. “Fucking up my own life,” she said, and Mick smiled too. But then he thought about his trip, and what happened in that bar with Joey, and his smile quickly receded.

  Roz caught the sudden reversal. “What’s the matter?” she asked him. “Was it your trip? Did something happen in Rome?”

  “Other than the fact that I’m fucked?” Mick asked. “No.”

  Roz turned her body sideways, leaned onto her elbow, and looked at him. “What do you mean you’re fucked?”

  He frowned. “There’s no getting out,” he said. “There’s no turning it over to the cartel because those fuckers couldn’t handle it. Teddy’s really all I’ve got. He’s the only real man I’ve got in my entire syndicate that could actually run it. And if I get out, he’ll have no help whatsoever. I’m the glue that’s holding this leaky-ass boat together. If I try to get out, it’ll sink and take me, you and our entire family down with it.” Then he frowned again. “There’s no getting out.”

  “But if something happens to you,” Roz said, worried now. “What will happen to the children?”

  “Teddy will have to become the glue,” Mick said, and then looked at Roz. “And you.”

  Roz stared at him. She always knew if something were to ever happen to Mick that her role would change. She would still be the mother bear, but just roaring wasn’t going to be enough. She would have to bite.

  She prayed nothing ever happened to Mick.

  He was the glue that kept her together too.

  “What about Joey?” she asked him. “And Glo? What would be their roles?”

  “Gloria won’t have a role,” Mick said. “I don’t ever want her mixed up in my mess. She’ll continue to stay at S.I. and hopefully be in position to run it someday. She and the twins. They’d better stay out of my mess altogether, Rosalyn. I mean that.”

  “Jackie? Done,” Roz said. “But Duke? I don’t know about that, Mick. I pray we can keep him out of it. But he’s you through and through.”

  Mick knew it too, and it scared him.

  “And Joey?” Roz asked. “What would be his role?”

  Mick exhaled. “Let Teddy determine that. It depends on where his mind is when that time comes. But right now, it sure as hell ain’t there yet.”

  Then he thought about what Joey had said in that bar and a distressed look appeared on his face. A look Roz, as usual, caught. “What?” she asked him. “What was that look about?”

  Mick exhaled. “Just Joey being his usual asshole self.”

  Roz was concerned. “What happened?”

  “He got smart with me and I had to slap his ass.”

  “Smart how, Mick?”

  “Just smart. You know Joey.”

  “Smart how, Mick? Concerning me?”

  Mick looked at her. How in the world could she be that perceptive? “Why would you figure it concerns you?”

  “Because it usually does when you have to lay a hand on him,” Roz responded. “What did he say?”

  Mick exhaled again. “He said I was favoring Nikki over him and Gloria. But especially him. Then he said some bullshit about me wanting to fuck her, or fucking her, one of the two, I don’t even remember what he said. But it was disrespectful to you, that’s for damn sure.”

  “And Nikki too,” Roz said.

  “Yep,” Mick said. “So I slapped him. That’s when he claimed it was because of how I treated him, and that he didn’t mean anything by it.”

  “And?”

  “And I don’t know, Roz, I still have that guilt. I can’t seem to get pass it.” He looked at her. “Is that crazy?”

  “For you to still be guilty that you weren’t there for them? No,” she said. “You should be guilty. You fucked up your kids by not being there,” she said in her usual brutally honest way. “But they aren’t kids anymore. Their grown-ass adults. Their fuck-ups are on them now. But you shouldn’t feel guilty about slapping Joey. He deserved to be slapped for what he said. That was just Joey being Joey, and Joey is filled with vindictiveness sometimes. But he knows you wouldn’t do that to me.”

  Then she looked at her sexy, virile husband, a man who was away from her more than he was with her, and that twinge of doubt set in again. “Would you, Mick?” she found herself asking.

  Mick looked at her. And he was pissed. Because a part of him wanted to beat her ass for asking him such a question. But the bigger part of him knew why she was asking it. If she really knew the temptations he endured on a daily basis, especially when he on trips out of town, she’d be asking it many more times than she did.

  But before he could respond, there were knocks on their bedroom door.

  “Oh, I forgot!” Roz said, jumping up.

  “What?” Mick asked, leaning up.

  “The twins cooked dinner for you,” Roz said as she began putting back on her pants. “That’s probably them bringing it to you.”

  Mick was stunned. “The twins cooked?”

  “It’s bullshit, I know,” Roz said, “but Dray and Meg let them do it.”

  “Why in the world would they do that?” Mick headed for his closet.

  “They said they were scared they would get fired if they
told the twins no.”

  “I ought to fire them for telling them yes!”

  “That’s what I said!” Roz said, putting on her bra, her nipples aching from Mick’s overzealous sucking, as more knocks could be heard. “Just a sec, guys!” she yelled to them.

  Mick stood in the middle of their room-sized closet and quickly threw on a pair of pants and a pullover shirt, while Roz put back on her blouse and smoothed down her hair. When Mick came out, dressed, she made her way to the door. She glanced back at him. “Be nice,” she said. “Their hearts were in the right place.”

  “Their heads weren’t,” Mick said, but smiled when she opened the door and the twins, with a tray full of badly burned food, walked in.

  But when Mick and Roz saw the food, they couldn’t even pretend. “What in the world is that?” she asked, and then she looked at Meg and Dray, who escorted the twins upstairs, for answers.

  But Duke answered instead. “It’s Daddy’s dinner,” he said as he and Jackie took the tray to Mick.

  Mick stared at the burnt food, and then stared at his children. “Would you eat that?” he asked them.

  Instead of answering, Duke and Jackie looked at the food.

  “That’ll be all,” Roz said to Dray and Meg, and closed the door as their employees headed back downstairs. She folded her arms and walked over to her children too.

  “Well?” Roz said. “You heard your father. Would you eat that shit, I mean that tray of food you just brought to him?”

  Jackie shook her head. “No, ma’am,” she said.

  “Why not?” Mick asked.

  “Because it’s burnt,” Duke said.

  “Then why are you bringing it to me?”

  “Why would you want your father to eat something even you wouldn’t eat?” Roz asked.

  They both hunched their shoulders.

  “Is that the best you can do?” Roz asked.

  “Yes, ma’am,” said Duke.

  “No, ma’am,” said Jackie.

  “Of course not, boy!” Roz admonished Duke and hit him lightly upside his head.