Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho (5 page)

But when
Mick finally got out of his car, buttoned his suit coat, and began walking
toward her front door, Roz forgot about Carolyn.
 
She couldn’t help but smile.
 
She felt all kinds of happy whenever she saw
Mick’s gorgeous face.
 
She never thought
she’d fall this hard for any man after the string of disappointing boyfriends
she’d had in her past.
 
But she fell hard
for Mick.
 
Super hard.
 
And this so-called bad man gangster had been
everything and more she always wanted her man to be.
 
He treated her better than any man ever had.

And just as
she suspected, Carolyn was now outside and making her way up to him.
 
They met on the driveway.
 
And began a conversation.

Roz stood at
her window and watched them, but she wasn’t sure what she was looking for.
 
Mick’s body language never gave anything
away.
 
He stood there, in his Versace
suit, his hands in his pants pockets, and listened to Carolyn the way a businessman
would listen to a sales pitch.
 
It seemed
innocent enough to her.
 
But Carolyn had
spilled the beans.
 
She had proudly
proclaimed that she not only used to be Mick’s lover, which was bad enough, but
that Mick once bought her a house.
 
A
house supposedly far superior to the house Roz had selected for herself.
 

It was not
lost on Roz that Mick never mentioned having that kind of relationship with
Carolyn.
 
In fact, he never mentioned
anything about any of his previous women.
 
Not even his four baby mamas.
 
She
sometimes wondered what she was getting herself into with Mick.
 
Was he faithful to her?
 
He wasn’t usually home until late at night.
 
What was he doing when he was away from
her?
 
Roz knew she had serious trust
issues, but so far so good with Mick.
 
At
least she hoped it was good.
 
She only
hoped that the big reveal by Carolyn wasn’t uncovering a deeper issue.

The
conversation finally ended and Mick left Carolyn’s side and headed toward the
house.
 
Carolyn headed toward her
car.
 
She yelled something to Mick in a
joking way as she walked and glanced back, but he didn’t respond to her.
 
Another Mick trait.
 
When he was done, he was done.
 
A fact Roz was relying on when it came to him
and his previous ladies.

He rang the
doorbell one time, and then walked in.
 
“Anybody home?” he yelled as he entered.

“I’m up
here!” Roz left the window and made her way back to the lingerie drawer.

But Mick
took his pretty time coming up. He was, undoubtedly, checking out the
place.
 
Not to see the beauty of it, Roz
knew that wasn’t his style.
 
When it came
to Roz, her security was always his number one concern.
 
She continued to put away clothes in the
lingerie chest, and waited for him to render his verdict.

Finally, he
made it upstairs.
 
But he checked out the
two other bedrooms up there first, before he made it into the master.

Mick stood
at the doorway and looked at Roz put away clothes.
 
His heartbeat quickened when he laid eyes on
her again.
 
She was a special lady in
every way to him, with a beauty about her that still stunned him every time he
looked upon her face.
 
It wasn’t that she
was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.
 
It wasn’t a comparison like that.
 
It was all about her, no one else.
 
It was her big brown eyes, eyes that looked happy and sad, soft and
hard, all at the same time.
 
It was her
sweet dimples on each cheek, and the way she smiled her big white smile.
 
It was the way she wore her clothes, and held
her head, and behaved so much more mature than any woman he’d ever known.
  
And her body, from her tight ass, to her
flat stomach, to that honey spot between those thighs that he craved to fuck,
made him realize that he had won the grand prize when he didn’t think he could
be in the competition.
 
It staggered him
to think that Rosalind was his.

“Hey there,”
she said when he didn’t speak at all.
 
But it didn’t matter.
 
He was
staring at her, and she was staring at him.
 
But her thoughts were less circumspect.
 
She was just happy to see him.
 
Every time she saw him she wanted to drop everything and run to
him.
 
But she had a feeling such a
display would get old to him real fast.
 
She held her ground.
 
“You’re
late,” she said.

She spoke
softly, but it was enough to break him out of his staring trance, and he began
walking around the sizeable bedroom.
 
“How are you?”

“I’m
good.
 
I expected you a couple hours
ago.
 
Something came up?”
 
Roz glanced up at him.

“Something
like that,” Mick said, as he continued to look around.
 
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and
straightened the leg crease on his expensive trousers.
 
“So this is it?
 
You bought a house.”

Roz looked
at him.
 
“You knew I was looking.”

“Yes, I
knew.”
 
What she didn’t seem to know was
what this step meant to Mick.
 
He didn’t
see it as her independence, as she probably saw it, but as their
separation.
 
She was moving out of his
house.
 
She was leaving him.
 
That was how he saw it.

Roz could
tell he wasn’t pleased.
 
“What’s wrong?”
she asked.

“You bought
a house,” he said again.

“You knew I
was looking,” she said again.
 
But she knew
that wasn’t going to satisfy him.
 
“I
haven’t bought it yet,” she finally said.
 
“I’m renting with a six-month or year lease if I chose to continue the
lease, with an option to buy.
 
It comes
furnished as you can see.”

Mick didn’t
feel great about it, but at least it wasn’t a purchase.
 
“Six months,” he said.

Roz looked
at him.
 
“Sorry?”

“You don’t
want to extend it over six months.
 
If
you have to do this at all.”

“You make it
sound as if I’m doing something wrong.
 
I’m leasing a house.
 
I need my
space, you know that.”

“You have
space at my house,” Mick said firmly.
 
“You know that.
 
Don’t extend it
over six months.”

Roz didn’t
understand why he preferred a six month lease, but she didn’t argue the
point.
 
He had his reasons.
 
“Okay,” she said.

Mick crossed
his legs.

So what do
you think?” she asked him.
 
“Do you like
it?”

“Do
you
like it?” he asked.

“I do.
 
Yeah.”

“Then I like
it too.
 
I’ll need to get my security
team over here tomorrow and get it up to code.”

Roz
smiled.
 
“What code?”

“My
code.
 
My security code.
 
You’ll spend most nights with me, or I’ll be
here with you.
 
So I’ll always be with
you.
 
But when I’m not . . .”

Roz could
see the worried expression on his face.
 
And she saw right.
 
Mick was
deeply concerned.
 
She lived with him
ever since she relocated to Philly nearly a year ago.
 
Now she was stepping out alone.
 
He hadn’t planned on it turning out this way.

He stood up
and walked over to Roz.
 
He placed his
hand on her back.
 
She turned to him and
he kissed her on her lips.
 
Up close, he
was smiling at her.
 
But his intense
green eyes couldn’t hide his doubt.

“It’s going
to be okay, babe,” she said.
 
“We’re
going to be okay.”

Mick was
rubbing her back.

“You’ll get
used to it,” Roz added.

“I don’t
want to get used to it,” Mick said.
 
“You
no longer in my home every night.
 
You no
longer in my bed every night.
 
I’ll never
get used to that.”

“You’ll just
have to be in my bed the nights I’m not in yours,” Roz said with a smile.
 
“That’ll solve it.”

Mick wrapped
her in his arms and pulled her close.
 
“I’m glad you found a home for yourself, you know I am.
 
If it’ll make you happy, I’m all for
it.”
 
He lifted her chin with his hand
and stared into her gorgeous brown eyes.
 
He wanted to make it clear that it was a temporary home, and that
someday she would come back to live with him forever, but he couldn’t bring
himself to expose that level of vulnerability just yet.
 
He, instead, just stared at her.
 
And she stared back at him.
 
And then he kissed her again.

Only this
kiss was a lingering kiss.
 
He was
starved for her affection.
 
He could
never get enough of her.
 
They kissed so
long and so passionately that before Roz could come back up for air, he had
pulled down and removed her panties, and was lifting her onto the lingerie
chest.
 
And as she was focusing on the
fact that her panties were off, he was opening her legs and lifting them atop
his broad shoulders.
 
And then his face
found its way between those legs.

Roz leaned
her head back and closed her eyes as Mick’s long tongue made long licks across
her clit and folds.
 
Her stomach muscles
clenched with every lick of his fiery hot tongue.
 
And when he began eating into her pussy with
that painful pleasure that heightened it for her, she was on fire.

“You want it
like this?” he asked her as he ate her.

“I want it
like this,” she responded.
 
“I want it
just like this!”

And he ate
her harder.
 
She was having joyous spasms
as he went down deep inside of her.
 
He
was eating her so hard, and with such reckless abandon, that the chest she sat
atop began to rock, and seemed on the verge of falling apart.

To protect
his love, and continue his pleasure, Mick lifted Roz up by the catch of her ass
and continued to eat her as he carried her to the bed.
 
When he laid her down, he was still feasting on
her and wasn’t ready to stop.
 
He
couldn’t stop.
 
And she didn’t want him
to stop as that euphoric feeling overtook her body and made it his own.
 
She was going to cum if he wasn’t
careful.
 
She was on the verge of certain
cum.

And that was
when Mick stopped eating her as if he instinctively knew her time was
near.
 
He removed his suit coat, his tie,
his shirt, tossing them all aside.
 
And
then he removed his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs, and stepped out and
left them where they lay.

Roz opened
her eyes when she saw his naked, muscular body.
 
She licked her lips as he removed the rest of her clothes and got on top
of her.
 
He began sucking her breasts,
and rubbing his penis against her outer womanhood.
 
And then he pushed all nine inches of his thick
joystick deep inside of her.

She arched
up to him as soon as she felt his entry, and began to constrict around his rod
as her muscles contracted.
 
Mick nearly
went insane with joy when she began to tighten around him.
 
He fell into a groove, and began fucking her
with the kind of steady strokes that kept him on the edge of cum.
  
And her tightness, the way she hugged his
dick, gave him that wonderful feeling of fucking a virgin without the baggage
of virginity.
 
She was so tight that he
could barely move inside of her.
 
She was
so tight that he could feel even the veins of his penis as he rubbed against
her and forced his way deeper and deeper inside of her.
 
In that space now reserved for only him.