Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man (The Sinatras of Jericho County Book 1) (20 page)

Charles
was speeding now.
 
This was the sorest of
sore spots for him.
 
Jenay knew it
now.
 
It seemed like such an idyllic,
postcard kind of town.
 
And a good chunk
of it probably was.
 
Only not the chunk
she was going to encounter.

She
shook her head.
  
“And I thought Boston
was bad,” she said.

Charles
laughed.
 
Jenay smiled too.
 
Although, in truth, it was hardly funny.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The
Jericho Yacht and Country Club was bursting with activity.
 
Paige Springer was there, with her group of
friends, sitting at her usual table and chitchatting.
 
She had, in fact, received a beforehand
notice that Charles would be dining there, and with
that woman
, so she put in her reservation too.
 

Abigail
Ridge had also reserved a table and was there with her circle of friends.
 
And although her motive for being there
tonight was the exact same as Paige’s, the outcome went far deeper.
 
For Paige, it was all about revenge and
umbrage, and making clear that nobody was going to upstage her.
 

For
Abby, it was all about her life, and her man, and keeping that status quo
static so that nobody could ever come along and rock her boat.
 
But if this new lady panned out the way some
in town were suspecting she could, her boat could not only be rocked, but
walloped.
 
She wasn’t a kid anymore.
 
She gave up on marriage and her own life to
be Charles Sinatra’s invisible woman.
 
The woman he could always count on to be discreet.
 
She had nothing to recommend her anymore,
outside of what Charles provided for her, and nobody was going to take that
away from her.

Abby
saw them enter the club’s restaurant first, but she continued to eat as if they
were of no interest to her.
 

But
Paige was animated.
 

“That’s
her,” she said to the ladies at her table.
 
“That’s the witch.”

Charles
kept his hand in the small of Jenay’s back as the waiter escorted them to his
usual table.
 
Jenay could feel eyes on
her, but she would not have expected anything less.
 
She was with one of the wealthiest and most
attractive men in Jericho.
 
People were
going to talk.
 
Women were going to be
angry.

But
they weren’t seated two minutes, before they were interrupted.
 
But it wasn’t some female.
 
It was a middle-aged businessman.

“Meet
Skip Gardner, Jenay,” Charles said.
 
“He
runs our Chamber of Commerce.”

“Hello
ma’am,” Skip said with a nod of
 
his
head.

“Nice
to meet you, Skip,” Jenay said.
 
She knew
now to never call anybody Mr. or Ms.

“What
can I do for you?” asked Charles.

“We
need you to settle the issue.”

“What
issue?”

“The
Knights or the Curves.”

Charles
smiled.
 
“Our two high school football
teams,” he explained to Jenay.
 
“There’s always
a bet going on.”
 
He got up.
 
“I’ll be right back.
 
If that’s okay?”

“Go,
it’s absolutely okay,” Jenay said, and pulled out her phone as he went.
 
It was a good time to text Norm and Denise
and see how they were doing.
 
Both
remained in Boston, but only Norm had found employment. Denise would have,
except she supposedly fell in love.
 
She
was mainly checking up on Denise, and this new and, according to Norm,
distracting love.
 

But
as she struck key after key, she realized someone had arrived at her table.
 
She assumed it was the waiter bringing their
drink orders, so she didn’t bother to look up.
 
But then that someone spoke.

“Who
do you think you are?” she asked.

Jenay
stopped texting and looked up.
 
It was
Paige.

“Excuse
me?” she said.

“You
don’t belong here,” Paige said.
 
“You
know it, and I know it.
 
He belongs to
us.
 
He’s ours.
 
You show up yesterday, you just got here, and
already you’re taking over?
 
We will not
allow it.
 
We will not be mocked that
way.”
 
Then she clenched her teeth.
 
“Who do you think you are?”

Jenay
continued to stare at her until she finally walked back to her table.
 
It wasn’t Jenay who ran her away.
 
Paige had seen Charles returning.

“Was
she bothering you?”
 
he asked before he
sat down.

“She
thought she was, but no.”

Charles
sat down.
 
“What did she want?”

“You
apparently.
 
And she wanted to remind me
that she was the queen and she wanted to know who did I think I was.
 
‘Who do you think you are?’ That was her big
question.
  
Who did I think I was.
 
I didn’t say a word, and she left.”

The
waiter arrived with their drinks.
 
Charles glanced over at Paige, who was staring at him, and at Abby, who
wasn’t even looking his way but was probably more bothered than Paige.
 
And for the first time he was concerned.
 
But he didn’t let it show.

He
ignored the room and focused on Jenay, enjoying her company and her ideas about
improving the Inn.

But
after dinner, as they were leaving, he placed his hand on Jenay’s back and made
a beeline for Paige’s table.
 
Her
girlfriends elbowed Paige, but they didn’t have to bother.
 
She was already looking.

“Hello
Charles,” she said, when they arrived.

Charles
pulled Jenay forward.
 
“Her name is Jenay
Franklin,” he said clearly.
 
“She’s the
general manager of my B & B.
 
She’s
the woman I intend to have a future with.
 
She’s my lady.
 
That’s who she
is.”

He
stared at Paige, in case she had any further doubt, and he looked at Abby, in
case she harbored doubt too.
 
And then he
escorted Jenay out, his arm around her waist as he did.
 
Paige was aghast.
 
But her friends, who didn’t much care for her
anyway, couldn’t help but smile.

He
was lying in the middle of his bed, and she was on top of him with her back
against his chest.
 
His fully erected
dick was inside of her sliding up and down along her wet pussy in a grind that
had both of them moaning.
 
His hands were
tightly around her small, brown body, and they were already sweating as he
pumped into her with deeper and deeper thrusts.
 
Charles had a penis that filled her narrow passage with so much
thickness that she was amazed it could move at all.
 
But it did.
 
And when it did, her feet were on his thighs and slid her body up higher
along Charles’s muscular body until they both were in a rhythm that had Jenay
in tears.

Maybe
it was the newness of it all.
 
Not just
being in the big arms of a man like Charles, which was wonderful.
 
But maybe it was where she found herself at
this stage in her life.
  
She wasn’t that
kid anymore who just wanted to be in love and happy.
 
She was a woman now.
 
A thirty-two year old woman who couldn’t
afford too many more do-overs.
 
At some
point, she had to get this right.
 

Not
that Charles wasn’t right, she thought, as even her bare ass felt the grind of
his skillful strokes.
 
But Charles was in
demand.
 
That Paige chick wasn’t willing
to simply turn him over as if this magical dick didn’t do to her what it was
doing to Jenay right now.
 
Charles was
giving her the best sex she’d ever had!
 
Even she would have a difficult time without it, and they were just
getting started in their relationship!

And
that was the other part, she thought, as he squeezed her breasts and continued
to fuck her in a way that made her feel even more raw and satisfied.
 
Where was this relationship really going?
 
Was he going to give up so much variety out there
and be truly committed to just her?
 
He
was a great looking guy.
 
He could have
his pick any day of the week.
 
Her past
experience always ended badly when she gave her heart to great looking
guys.
 
It didn’t work out with a
not-so-great looking guy either, but that fact didn’t help.
 
It made her question if any man could be
fully committed to her and her alone.
 
Especially a man of great means like Charles.
 
Did he understand there would be no open
relationship here?
 
They never really
discussed it.
 
She assumed it went
without saying.
 
But did he?

“Aaaarh!”
Charles suddenly moaned in her ear as he folded his body, and hers, nearly in
half and pushed in so hard that it felt like a hard slam.
 
And he began to cum.
 

He
thrust into her harder and held her tighter as he released.
 
And he continued to caress her, and push into
her, and enjoy the feel of her soft, pliable body, and wet slick pussy against
his hard maleness.
 
He loved how she made
him feel!
 
He loved how her small body
felt on top of his big body, and how she felt in his arms.
 
And Paige had the nerve to ask who did she
think she was.
 
She was Jenay.
 
She was this wonderful person that suddenly
appeared in his life.
 
And she also
happened to be, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it, the best fuck he’d ever had.

He
was Jenay’s best too.
 
By leaps and
bounds.
 
And that was why, as soon as she
began to feel his throb, she immediately forgot all of those side issues that
weren’t doing her a damn bit of good in the here and now anyway.
 

And her
orgasm broke free too.
 
And she
came.
 
She started riding his dick and
crying out his name and cumming in that hardness and intenseness his sex
required.
 
She didn’t know if it was
going to work out between them.
 
She
didn’t even know if she was going to be able to live in a town like
Jericho.
 
But Charles made her want to
try.
 
To be with him, to be with this
man, was more than worth the effort.
 

She
got up early the next morning to surprise Charles with breakfast.
 
She had no fear of him waking up and
discovering her since he was no early riser and was hard asleep when she first
woke up.
 
She got out of bed, showered
quickly until she had a chance to get to her suite at the Inn and shower
properly, and then put on his dress shirt and headed downstairs.
 
This was her first time in his home, and it
was a grand affair: big, opulent, with the sweeping dual staircases and the
cathedral ceilings and the expensive furnishings and wall prints and paintings
she would have expected from a seemingly tasteful man like Charles.
 
And his kitchen was a chef’s kitchen: big,
bold, and classic.
 
Bright cabinets, dark
granite, marbled floors.
 
Gorgeous, Jenay
thought.

And
she happily got to work.
 
He had it all:
bacon, eggs, hash browns.
 
And she cooked
it.
 
As she cooked, she looked around
too.
 
Family pictures were everywhere: of
Charles and his four sons.
 
The two older
sons looked just like Charles, with the wavy black hair, the vivid green eyes,
and that attractiveness that was hard to deny.
 
She remembered seeing them at his son’s reception, although she didn’t
realize who they were at the time.
 
The
two younger boys, however, had a much lighter look: blonde hair, green eyes,
fairer skin.
 
One had been the groom at
the reception.
 
She remembered him.
 
The other one she didn’t remember at
all.
 
But they were attractive too, even
though their attractiveness was far softer around the edges than the older
boys.
 

Not
that the age differences seemed significant.
 
None of them could have been more than a year or two apart.
 
It was more their size that defined the
difference in age, than their looks.

And
just watching these gorgeous men on picture after picture, with no mother/wife
in sight, made Jenay feel some kind of odd way.
 
She was a stepmother before, and loved the role, but as soon as Quince
wanted out, all of her contact with those beautiful kids ceased.
 
He wouldn’t even let her say goodbye, which
broke her heart.