Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man (The Sinatras of Jericho County Book 1) (11 page)

He
wasn’t a sentimental man.
 
He wasn’t a
man who believed in love at first sight on any level.
 
He had women that pleasured him whenever he
needed that kind of release, and all it would take was a phone call to get
it.
 
But he wanted to see Jenay again.
 
He wanted to feel that alive, electric way
she made him feel when he was around her.
 
He was going to see her again.
 
His mind was made up.

And
he knew it was complicated.
 
He knew this
sudden need to see her might very well have less to do with her, and more to do
with excising his own inner demons.
   
Maybe it was as simple and as complex as Brent’s harsh summation about
how he had no heart.
 
Maybe, coming from
his beloved son, it was too harsh a theory to bear.
 
Maybe it was a theory he suddenly had this
great need to disprove.

CHAPTER TEN

Jenay
was finally ready.
 
Her hair, her makeup,
the white pencil dress she wore that fit her like a second skin.
 
She was ready for this graduation with an
excitement she never thought, just a year ago, she’d be able to muster.

But
when she grabbed her clutch and her keys and hurried out the front door of her
small rented house, she came face-to-face with what she was definitely not
ready for: Charles.

“Charlie!”
she said with shock on her face.

Charles
was walking toward her front door.
 
He
had his suit coat off, and dark shades on, as the sun was out in force.
 
And he was smiling as he came.
 
“There’s that intern!”

“What
are you doing here?”

“What
do you think?
 
It’s your graduation.
 
How could I miss a major thing like that?”

She
smiled greatly.
 
And when he made it up
to her door, a door she hadn’t even closed yet, she allowed him to pull her
into his arms.

They
held each other, not like two timid lovers, but like lovers from way back.
 
Charles’s eyes were tightly shut as he held
her.
 
She smelled so sweet, and felt so fragile
and warm in his arms.
 
This was what he
had wanted all along.
 
To feel her
again.
 
To be with her again.
 
He had been apprehensive during his entire
three-hour drive to Boston.
 
More than
once he had contemplated not even stopping through, but driving on to New
York.
 
On with his life.
 
But right now, seeing her beautiful face
again, and feeling her in his arms again, made him certain. He had made the
absolute right decision.

Jenay,
too, was overjoyed to see him again.
 
She
had really missed him.
 
And when they
stopped embracing, and his bright green eyes looked into her soft gray eyes,
she realized just how much.
 
The heat
turned right back up, as if it had never been extinguished.
 

Charles
was in heat too, by just the awesome sight of her.
 
He looked down at her lips, her golden brown
lips, and then back up, into her eyes.
 
“How much time do we have?” he asked her.

Having
sex with some man a mere hours before her graduation seemed almost foreign to
her, as if it was the kind of behavior some other girl would do.
 
But the thought of having sex with
Charlie
mere hours before her graduation
seemed completely familiar to her, as if it was the kind of behavior she
couldn’t wait to do.
 
“Plenty of time,”
she said.
 
“I was leaving early.
 
How much time do you need?”

He
was already backing her back up into her home.
 
“Give me thirty,” he said hoarsely as he closed the door behind them.

“Thirty
what?” she asked, equally hoarsely, as he turned her around and rammed her back
against the door.

“Thirty
hours,” he said, and slammed his mouth onto hers.

They
kissed for what seemed like hours.
 
They
kissed as he lifted her arms up and intertwined her fingers with his.
 
They kissed as he rubbed his penis against
that area of her dress that hid her vagina.
 
And then he was unzipping her.
 
And she was unbuttoning and unzipping him as she removed her arms from
her sleeveless dress.
 

Charles
lifted her bra and began to suck her breasts as she unbuckled him.
 
He began to bite her nipples and suck her
even harder as she unzipped him.
 
She
could see the outline of his erection before it sprung free.
 
And when it did sprang free, and she touched
it, she wanted her mouth to feel what her pussy already had.

She
moved her breasts away from Charles’s mouth and knelt down.
 
Her unzipped dress dropped along her
waist.
 
But all she could think about was
pleasuring him.
 
She wanted to make him
feel the way he made her feel.
 
She put
her tongue on his thick tip, and began licking.
 

Charles
splayed his hands on the door and spread his legs eagle-style.
 
It didn’t take long for him to lean his head
back, close his eyes, and feel her sweet tongue in a way that caused him to
tremble.
 
She was no sex maven.
 
He’d been with the kind of super-experienced
women who would put her oral to shame.
 
But the feeling wasn’t in any fancy technique
she was using.
 
She was licking him and
taking him in full, inch-by-loving-inch, and wasn’t using any tricks of the
trade at all.
 
But
her
tongue was licking him.
 
And
her
mouth was circling
him.
 
She
was the difference.
 
It was her,
rather than her experience and techniques and tricks, that put all others to
shame.

But
when she started getting too good, and it started feeling too wonderful, he
pulled his dick out of her mouth.
 
He
didn’t come all this way to go over that cliff alone.
 
He stood her up, and then lifted her into his
arms. He wanted to carry her to her bedroom, but he couldn’t make it that
far.
 
He made it to her sofa, where he
sat her on the edge, slung her dress and panties completely off, and opened her
up.
 

She
gripped the top of the sofa as he did her.
 
She had just showered.
 
She had
just put on her dress that had been purchased specifically for her graduation.
 
She was heading out with nothing more on her
mind than getting there early.
 
And within
minutes everything flipped and instead of driving her rental car to the
auditorium, she was naked on her sofa with a man’s head between her legs.
 
Things like this never use to happen to her.
 
Wonderfully spontaneous things like this only
happened to her girlfriends and strangers.
 
But it was happening to her.
 
On
the day she was to begin her career in earnest, it was finally happening to
her!

She
lifted her knees as he moved in deeper.
 
His tongue was inside of her folds.
 
But he wasn’t wiggling his tongue.
 
There was no teasing with Charles Sinatra.
 
This man meant business.
 
He sliced into her folds merely to give
himself more space to eat.
 
And as her
vaginal juices began to spew out onto his tongue, that was exactly what he
did.
 
He ate.
 
He ate her in a way that was so intense it
was painful.
 
She slid down from the
impact, until her ass was no longer being held up by the edge of the sofa, but
by the catch of his hands.
 
And he was
feasting on her.

Jenay
could barely contain herself as she tried to push him away from her.
 
She was pushing so hard, and arching so
wildly, that he looked up at her.
 
“You
want me to stop?” he asked her.

But
she could only shake her head.
 
“You’d
better not,” she said firmly.
 
“You’d
better not!”

But
why did she say that?
 
That was all he
needed to hear.
 
What she didn’t realize
was that Charles had been going easy on her.
 
He didn’t want to scare her away before he had her.
 
But with that green light, he did it his
way.
 
He went deeper.
 
He had her down, on the floor, as he ate her
with such ferocity that she was flopping like a fish out of water, arching
wildly with the pleasure of his expertise.
 
He ate her until she was screaming from the top of her lungs.
 
She was practically sitting up, and was
sliding backwards on her ass, as he ate her.
 

By
the time he couldn’t delay any longer, and had sleeved and shoved his thick
dick inside of her, they were well away from their initial start on the
sofa.
 
When he started fucking her, the
feeling of his fullness pushing through her tightness, on top of those
still-vibrant feelings from his tongue, caused her to fall into a kind of
serenity she’d never felt before.
 
It was
as if she needed this, and loved this, but it also felt bittersweet.
 
It felt as if she needed this the way a wino
needed wine.
 
It was great for her now,
but what was it going to do for her later?

Charles
was so caught in the emotion of making love to Jenay that he wasn’t trying to
think about later.
 
It was all about the
here and now for him.
 
Because right now,
he was in the zone.
 
Right now he was so
in love with this woman’s pussy that he thought it was going to take him
out.
 
He pushed into her and pushed into
her as if he was pushing through a luxurious tub of sweet cream.
 
And the tightness that made even the ridges
of his dick pulsate.
 
And the way she
stayed so saturated-she never dried up.
 
He thought that night they spent together two months ago was magical.
 
And it was.
 
But this was magical-plus.
 
Because this was sex with a commitment.
 
Not an
always and forever
commitment.
 
He didn’t know her like that
to even begin to think in those terms.
 
But he had come to her.
 
He had
driven over three hours to get to her.
 
This was no longer a one-night stand.
 
There was something more at work here.

When
they finally came, when they went over that cliff together, that feeling of
falling, of where your heart was in one place, and your body was in another,
flipped.
 
Because it felt, not like
falling, but like landing.
 
Like their
heart and body was together, in the same place.
 
And they had landed on their feet.

And
hour later and the Jaguar was driving onto the campus of the Boston Hospitality
Institute.
 

“Is
that Jenay?” Norm Morgan asked Denise Donahue as they looked at what appeared
to be a black female sitting on the passenger seat of the Jaguar.
 
They were standing at the drop-off curb
outside of the campus auditorium, dressed all in white, when the sleek black
car had just driven up, and Norm immediately noticed the figure.

But
Denise wasn’t nearly as certain.
 
She was
a
 
nineteen-year-old who entered the
Boston Hospitality Institute straight out of high school.
 
Oddly enough, she, thirty-two-year-old Jenay,
and forty-three-year-old Norm hit it off right away.
 
Now they were inseparable.
 
“Why would Jenay be in a Jaguar?” she asked,
as she was unable to positively identify anybody through the tinted windows of
the car, even as she squinted her eyes.
 
“She never mentioned anything about showing up in a Jaguar.”

“She
did rent a car,” Norm said, “until she can find herself another car.”

“She
rented a Ford.
 
What is it about a Ford
that makes you think Jaguar?”

“They
make Jaguars, thank you very much,” Norm pointed out.

“Quick
lying!” Denise replied.

“They
do!” Norm said with a frown.
 
“Why would
I lie?”

Denise
dismissed him. “That’s not Jenay,” she said.
 
“That’s all I know.”

But
it looked like Jenay to Norm.
 
They had
been waiting for her arrival for some time now, after they showed up and was
surprised she wasn’t the first one in the auditorium.
 
Every class they ever took together, every
event they ever attended, they could always count on Jenay to show up
first.
 
And on the biggest day of their
college careers not only was she not first, but she was almost the last to show
up?
 
That wasn’t like her.
 
And Norm was concerned.

But
when the driver’s side door opened, and that gorgeous man stepped out, that
green-eyed hunk from that reception, he was certain now.
 
It was Jenay.
 
That very man had showed a serious interest in her that day.
 
He smiled.
 
“It’s her,” he said.