Mick Sinatra 2: Love, Lies, and Jericho (6 page)

He kept
sucking her breasts as he fucked her.
 
He
began to enjoy the feeling so much, and that powerful way she made him feel,
that he accidentally bit one of her breasts as he sucked her nipple and
mound.
 
She screamed out in pain and
pleasure, and began to cum just from that awesome combination, and his penis
stroked faster.

Mick felt
her spasms as he fucked her.
 
He moved
from her breasts and captured her mouth as she squirmed and arched and screamed
muffled sounds of joy into his mouth.
 
He
fucked her fast and fucked her hard.
 
He
kept pushing through that tight, wonderful thicket of love until he was
completely inside of her, and was still fucking her hard.
 
And that was how it felt to Mick and
Roz.
 
They were complete.
 
They were making love, as she had waves of
orgasms, and he had waves of pleasure, with that perfect feeling of oneness
that stunned them both.

Mick finally
stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes, as he made love to her.
  
He’d never had it like this before.
 
He’d never had sex with a woman he loved this
deeply until he had sex with Roz.
 
She
made him feel so vulnerable!
  
She made
him feel that his heart was in her hands, and she could crush it at will if she
wanted.

Because it
would be the point of no return.
 
It
would be the point where he gave up himself for her.
 
Where he did something he’d never done before
in his entire life: placed his heart, his very existence, into the hands of
another human being.
 
And as he stared at
that special lady, and fucked her so hard that he began to cum and pour into
her, even his droopy eye, along with his regular eye, opened wide with
passionate alertness.

“I think I’m
there,” he said as he poured into her.
 
“I think I’m there!”

Roz thought
he meant he was at the point of cumming, but Mick meant so much more than a
momentary sexual experience.
 
He was at
that point of no return.
 
He was
there.
 
Rosalind Graham had taken him
there, and the ball was in her court, and there was no way, he knew, that life
would ever be the same again.
 
He had
control over some of the strongest men alive, in his legitimate and
illegitimate businesses, but this one gorgeous lady beneath him right now, this
black bombshell of a magnificent creature, controlled his heart.
 
He would never admit it to any man alive, he
didn’t think he would even admit it to Rosalind herself, but it was the truth:
she had him.
 
He had total control of his
world and all that was around him.
 
But
she controlled his heart.

He strained
out his release into her.
 
He poured and
poured as the feelings sensual joy and her part in that joy slammed him into a
reality that was as terrifying as it was electrifying.
  
He wrapped her in his arms, and held her
fragile body in a way even he knew was too tight, as he arched his back and
came.
 
But that protectiveness, that
sense of possessiveness, was overtaking him.
 
She had to look out for his heart, and he had to look out for her.
 
It was as simple and as complex as that for
Mick.
 
This was his new world order.
 
Roz first.
 
Everybody, everything else, second.
 
There was no turning back.

But later,
when they both were drained out and were lying side by side and hand in hand,
Roz had a different kind of heart concern on her mind.
 
Because that point Mick had arrived at
tonight, that point of no return, happened to her months ago.
 
She was already there.
 
Which meant her heart was in his hands.
 
Which meant she was as vulnerable to
heartbreak as he was.
 
Which brought her
back to Carolyn and those two little tidbits she revealed before she left.

Roz turned
on her side, toward Mick.
 
He had already
decided, shortly after they made love, that something major was on her mind, so
he turned toward her too.
 
She looked so
sexy to him, with her wild hair and pretty face, with her gorgeous brown body
that was still glowing from the sex he put on her, that he couldn’t help but smile.
 
She brought out a side of him no other human
being would ever see.
 
To the world he
was a ruthless businessman and a ruthless thug.
 
Around Roz, he was a thug in love.
 
His guys, all the men who relied on him for their pay and protection,
knew about Roz but still wouldn’t believe the depth of his love.
 
They knew he loved her, but they had no clue
just how much.

He looked
down at her beautiful body, and began fondling her nipple.
 
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

Roz was not
the kind of woman who finessed truth.
 
She just spoke it.
 
“Did you ever
have sex with Carolyn?” she asked him.

Mick was
still coming down from his high.
 
He had
managed to regulate his breathing, but his penis, which laid slanted and wet
across his thigh, was still throbbing.
 
He knew something was on her mind, he just never would have guessed it
was Carolyn.
 
“Why would you ask me
that?”

“That’s not
an answer, Mick.
 
Did you ever have sex
with her?”

Mick
continued to stare at Roz.
 
He was a man who
didn’t like to answer a question until he understood why it was being
asked.
 
He couldn’t figure out the why.

“When we
first started dating,” Roz continued when he wouldn’t, “you told me you and
Carolyn had a business relationship only.”

“We do,”
Mick responded.
 
“Our relationship is
strictly business.
 
That is correct.”

“Did you
ever have sex with her?”

Another
hesitation.
 
Another need to know
why.
 
“Why are you asking me that?”

“Because she
told me you did.
 
She said you two were
together repeatedly.
 
Many times right in
one of your guest houses.”

There it
was.
 
That part of him that he knew had
to change if he ever expected to have a successful relationship with a woman
like Rosalind.
 
It was the nature of his
business to only reveal what needed to be revealed.
 
He kept that philosophy when he answered
Roz’s question when they first began dating.
 
The fallacy of that nature was now upon him.
 
“Years ago,” he said, “when Carolyn first
started working for me as my house manager, we did have that kind of
relationship.”

Roz hated to
hear it, but she needed him to be clear.
 
“A sexual relationship?” she asked.

Mick
nodded.
 
“Yes,” he said.
 
“I didn’t care who I fucked.
 
I just fucked.
 
But that was years ago.
 
It only lasted a few months.
 
When I got tired of her sex I called it
quits.”

“You told
her it was over?”

“I didn’t
have to tell her shit.
 
I stopped
touching her.
 
She knew it was over.
 
Hell, she got married and divorced and
married again after I stopped being with her.
 
It was no big deal, Rosalind.
 
I
don’t know what she told you, but it was no big deal.”

“You bought
her a house?”

Roz could
tell, by the look that appeared in Mick’s eyes, that he hadn’t expected that
question.
 
But she stared at him hard,
daring him to lie to her.
 
He didn’t.
 
“Yes,” he admitted.

“But it was
no big deal, right?”

“It was a
wedding gift,” Mick said, “to her and her fiancé at the time.
 
I don’t even remember his name.
 
I asked what they wanted, they said a down
payment on a house.
 
She was an excellent
worker, a hard worker even after I dumped her.
 
She held no grudges.
 
So I figured
why the hell not?
 
Instead of giving them
the down payment and saddling them with some huge mortgage, I bought the house
for them instead.
 
She was a longtime
employee.
 
She deserved it.”

But he could
tell Roz wasn’t feeling it.
 
She still
had that distressed look in her eyes.

“I’m not
sleeping with Carolyn, Roz, if that’s what you think, and haven’t for
years.
 
Why are you still upset?”

“I’m upset
because you didn’t tell me.”

“I just told
you!”

“You didn’t
tell me when I asked about your relationship with her!
 
Don’t play with me.
 
Now that bitch think she’s got something over
on me.
 
I don’t like that, Mick.
 
I don’t like to be in that position.
 
You could have told me.”

“I didn’t
tell you, alright?
 
I didn’t tell
you.
 
What difference would it have made
if I did?”

“I would
have known who I was dealing with,” Roz pointed out.
 
“That’s the difference!
 
I got on her case tonight because she didn’t
have those guest rooms clean.
 
She gets
upset with me for daring to question her about it, so she decides to drop her
little bombshell.
 
And I had to ignore it
like some
got
damn idiot because I was
a
got
damn idiot.
 
I felt blindsided!”

Mick stopped
playing with her nipple and turned back onto his back.
 
“That’s bullshit,” he said.

“It’s
bullshit?”

“Yeah, it’s
bullshit!
 
That woman is so far in my
past I can barely remember our encounters that way, and you’re acting as if I
was married to her or something.
 
It was
nothing!”

“I’m not
talking about the intensity of your relationship.
 
It’s not about that.”

“Then what
the fuck is it about?” Mick was flustered.
 
“Do you want me to fire her?
 
Is
that what you want?”

“No, I don’t
want you to fire her.
 
It’s not about
her!
 
It’s about you and your decision to
lie to me.”

“I didn’t
lie to you.”

“You told me
a half-truth.
 
You told me you had a
business relationship with her now, but failed to mention what you had with her
in the past.
 
That’s lying in my book.
 
And I’m telling you right now Michello Sinatra,
I’m not putting up with that.”

As quickly
as she said those harsh words, Mick the lover left, and Mick the Tick took
over.
 
“Then don’t put up with it,
got
dammit!” he said with equal
venom.
 
“You don’t talk to me like
that.
 
Who the fuck do you think you’re
talking to?”

Roz didn’t
hesitate.
 
She didn’t kowtow to her
previous boyfriends and she wasn’t going to kowtow to Mick.
 
Especially when her heart was at stake.
 
She quickly moved to get out of bed.

But he
grabbed at her arm.
 
He was regretting his
tone already.
 
“Rosalind,” he said, as
she snatched away from him.

“Roz,” he
said again, but she got up, went into her master bathroom, and slammed the
door.

Mick laid
back down and slammed his fist on the bed.
 
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.
 
He had given her his heart, and she was
already fucking around with it.
 
That was
why he protected himself all these years.
 
That was why, as his anger began to grow, he got out of bed, put on his
clothes, and left her and her house altogether.
 
That house itself was a bone of contention with him anyway.
 
He couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Roz heard
him dressing erratically and slamming the bedroom door as he left.
 
She was leaned against the sink, with her
arms folded and her finger and thumb pinching the bridge of her nose, but she
refused to cry.
 
He didn’t come clean
with her when she asked him about Carolyn.
 
There was no way he could dress that up and call it anything other than
a lie.
 
And now he was angry and leaving
in a huff?
 
But she was used to it.
 
It was the way he always handled conflict
with her.
 
He always got up and
left.
 
Deuce once told her that he left
to avoid beating the shit out of her.
 
He
loved her, Deuce said, because he didn’t give any other human being that kind
of consideration.