BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2 (14 page)

Until
much later, after the main meeting was over and everyone was talking and eating
the smorgasbord of potluck food they had brought with them.
 
Jenay noticed that her cake remained
untouched, but she didn’t think much of it.
 
Some of the other dishes remained untouched also.
 
But Stoke Ackerman, who reappeared after the
meeting and was chatting it up with the ladies in the dining room, noticed it
too.
 
By the time Jenay had said her
goodbyes and was back in the living room gathering up her purse and jacket to
leave, Stoke had gathered up her cake and was bringing it to her.
 
“You may as well take this with you,” he
said.

“No,
no,” Jenay said with a smile.
 
She was
actually feeling comfortable now.
 
“Somebody
may want a bite later.”

“I
doubt that,” Stoke said with a grin so fake and phony that Jenay suddenly
realized who she was dealing with.
 
What
was she thinking?
 
Charles had warned her
about their smiling faces!

“I’ll
take it then,” she said, and accepted her untouched cake.

“Nobody’s
eating that thing,” Stoke said, his grin gone.
 
“We’d rather eat poison of the most lethal order than to eat anything
baked by Charles Sinatra’s wife.”

All
of the ladies heard him, and she could see them smiling and looking all
triumphant as if they could not have said it better.
 
But she wasn’t thinking about those rude
people.
 
She took her cake, and herself,
and left.

“I
thought we’d go to the movies at the mall,” Denise said as she plopped down
into Brent’s sports car.
 

Brent
looked at her.
 
“Excuse me?”

She
looked at him. “I thought we’d go to the movies at the mall,” she said.

He
couldn’t believe it.
 
“First off,” he
said.
 
But before he could lash into her,
the way he had started, he noticed her.
 
Those big eyes and drooping eyelashes.
 
That smooth black skin.
 
How
simply gorgeous she looked.
 
“You look
beautiful,” he said.

Denise
smiled.
 
She hadn’t expected that.
 
“Thanks.”

“Second
off,” he said, getting back on point, “you don’t get into a man’s car after
agreeing to go out with him, and then proceed to tell him where to take
you.
 
That’s not your call.”

Denise
didn’t quite know how to respond to that.
 
She wasn’t accustomed to a man putting her in her place so
decisively.
 
Especially since she didn’t
see where she should have some predefined place.
 
“So are you saying I can’t have a
suggestion?”

“I’m
saying it’s not your call.
 
If you
disagree with my suggestion then yes, of course we’ll entertain yours.
 
But right now you’re out of order.”

Denise
smiled.
 
“Out of order?”

He
continued to stare at her.
 
And then she
got it.
 
He was accustomed to girls so
happy to go out with him that anything he suggested was all right with them.
 
“So what’s your suggestion?” she asked.

Brent
smiled.
 
“You don’t think you’re out of
order at all, do you?”

“No.
 
But what’s your suggestion?”

Any
man who ended up with her, Brent thought, was going to have a wildcat on their
hands.
 
He was only glad that man wasn’t
going to be him.
 
“Unless you’ve already
had one,” he said, “I thought I’d give you a guided tour of Jericho.”

At
first she laughed.
 
She couldn’t help
it.
 
Was this yahoo serious?
 
But when she realized he was dead serious,
she got serious too.
 
“Okay,” she said.

“So
what,” Brent asked, “you figure your mall idea is better?”

“Movie
at the mall.
 
It wasn’t a mall idea, it
was a movie idea.
 
And I didn’t say it
was better.
 
I’ll go along with whatever.
 
I’ll be happy to tour Jericho.”

“Look,
I know you’re from away,” he said.

Denise
smiled.
 
“From away?”

“Not
from around here.
 
That’s just how we put
it.
 
And I know Jericho is no Boston, I
realize that.
 
But Jericho is a beautiful
place.
 
I’m not sure if you’ve seen much
of it.
 
Especially the coastline.”

“I
haven’t, no,” Denise admitted.

“I
think you should see it.
 
You’ll like
what you see, I can promise you that.”

“Then
let’s do it.”

Brent
smiled.
 
“You’re game?”

Denise
smiled back.
 
“Yes, Brenton, I’m game.”

So he
took her on the tour, driving around the downtown first, but then further out,
along the coastline, where the lighthouses across the waterways, and the
cottages across the plains, made for breathtaking views.
 
Denise, in truth, never imagined a place more
beautiful.
 
It seemed like a
postcard.
 
And when Brent parked along
the coastline, and they got out and stood by the bay, the serenity was unreal.

“So
tranquil,” she said.

Brent
picked up a rock and skipped it onto the water.
 
“Yeah.
 
I love it here.”

“Is
this why you came back?
 
After college, I
mean?”

“My
family first,” he said, “and this, yeah.
 
The big cities are nice, but they can’t touch my world.”

Denise
found herself agreeing.
 
“I see how you
could think that.”

Brent
looked at her.
 
“What about you?
 
What does the future hold for you?”

She
hunched her shoulders.
  
“Don’t know,”
she said.

“Kind
of high time you knew, don’t you think?” he asked, although he was glancing
down at her breasts when he asked it.

“It
is, yeah.
 
But I have . . . unresolved
issues still.”

He
looked at her.
  
“Well, I promise not to
burden you by harping on your future.
 
Let’s just enjoy the present.”

Denise
smiled.
 
“Here, here,” she said.
 
“But no, I used to dream big.
 
I remember when I planned to get a degree in
Archaeology.”

 
“Yeah, that was ambitious.”

“I
know.
 
But that’s what I wanted.
 
I wanted to uncover different cultures and
learn from them.
 
Because the past can be
the most instructive teacher of all.
 
I
wanted to travel the world on exciting archaeological digs, and never stay in
one place too long.
 
I wanted to go into
the deepest, most exotic places in the world and excavate, and study, and
learn.”

For
some odd reason, Brent’s heart pounded.
 
“Exotic places?” he asked.
 
“You
mean like war-torn, practically inaccessible places?”

She
smiled.
 
“Of course!
 
That was going to be the fun part.
 
I was going to visit places most people never
even heard of before.”

 
“But those places tend to also be very
dangerous, Denise.”

Denise
nodded.
 
“I know there was going to be
risks.
 
But it was worth it to me.”

 
“So what happened?
 
How did you end up at Boston Hospitality
Institute instead?”

“I
got sidetracked,” Denise said.

“By a
man?” Brent asked.

“What
else?
 
Man is my middle name.”

Brent
laughed.
 
“Woman is probably mine.”

Denise
laughed.
 
She liked Brent.
 
“So what about you?
  
Your father, I have discovered, owns a hotel,
a bank, a car dealership, and on and on and on.
 
Yet you become a cop.”

Brent
looked at her.
 
“What, Denise, that’s not
your idea of a worthy profession either?”

“It’s
a worthy profession,” she said.
 
“Very
worthy.
  
And you’re certainly bossy
enough to be the top cop.
 
But I just
would have thought. . .”

“That
I could do better?”

“That
you would be a rich boy looking to stay a rich boy and give his old man
whatever he wants.
 
But that’s not you?”

Brent
laughed.
 
“Not a bone in my body,” he
said.

 
“But don’t get too comfortable,” Denise
said.
 
“Being a cop isn’t exactly a walk
in the park either.
 
It can be just as
dangerous as exotic lands.
 
Maybe even
more so.”

Not
hardly in Jericho, Brent knew.
 
But he
appreciated her concern.
 
“I’ll be okay.”

“You’d
better be,” Denise joked.

Brent
smiled.
 
“Or what?”

“Or
you’re on your own, buddy, because I’m going to be out of here!”

Brent
laughed.

“So
you became a cop.”

He
nodded.
 
“I became a cop.”

“And
your old man be damned, or something like that?”

Brent
tossed another rock across the bay.
 
“Nothing like that,” he said.
 
“I
love my old man.
 
He’s the most important
person in my life.
 
I just made the
decision to make my own decisions about my life.”
 
Then he glanced at her as she folded her
arms.
 
He frowned.
 
“You’re cold.
 
Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m
okay.”

“No,
you aren’t okay, come on.”
 
He placed an
arm around her waist and began ushering her back toward the car.
 

She
felt his nearness, and his touch, in a way that she knew should not have felt
so good.
 
But it did.
 
His touch felt great.

“Some
nights in Jericho can be breezy,” he said.
 
“I’ve got some blankets at the house.”

Denise
stopped walking.
 
“The house?
 
Your father’s house?”

Brent
stopped walking too.
 
“My house,” he
said.
 

Denise
knew what time it was.
 
Scratching
time.
 
And she was ready.
 
“Sounds good,” she said, and continued to
walk.

CHAPTER TEN

Charles
was on the floor of their den, with his back against the couch, playing with
his baby girl on his lap.
 
He wore a pair
of faded blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and was bare feet.
 
Comfortable in his own home.
 
Although his two youngest sons, Robert and
Donald, were in the den with him, each one sitting on either side of him on the
floor, and were getting on his true nerve with their childish bickering.

“But
it’s not fair, Dad,” Donald was saying.
 
“You catch Bobby selling drugs, selling drugs, Dad, and you don’t do
anything to him.”

“He
kicked my ass,” Robert said.
 
“What are
you talking about?
 
He made me go to the
cops and tell everything!
 
I could have
been looking at ten years if they didn’t give me immunity!
 
And those guys could still do me harm if they
find out I’m the one who snitched on them.”

“Ah,
they’re small potatoes,” Donald said dismissively.
 
“They can’t do anything to anybody.
 
The only reason Chief Joffee cut any deal
with you was because he’s scared of Dad like the rest of these cowards around
here.”

“But
you said Dad let me get away with it.
 
I
said that’s a ball-faced lie.”

“But
Dad’s letting you work at his car dealership.
 
He won’t let me work at his Inn anymore, but he lets you work at his
dealership.”

“I’m
washing cars at his dealership, the same thing you did once upon a time before
you lost that too, so stop acting as if I’m running it or something.
 
He’s giving me a second chance.”

“I
deserve a second chance,” Donald said.

“He’s
already given you a second chance fifty times over.
 
You’ve blown every one.”

“I
haven’t blown anything,” Donald responded, and then looked at his father.
  
Don’t listen to Bobby, Dad.”

“Isn’t
this Friday night?” Charles asked his sons.

Robert
looked at him.
 
“Yeah, so?”

“Then
why are you two hanging around me?
 
Why
aren’t you out with some girls somewhere having a good time?”

“Nobody
wants to go out with Bobby,” Donald said.
 
“He’s a drug dealer.”

“And
you’re a wife beater,” Robert fired back.
 
“At least I know how to treat a woman.
 
I can have any woman I want.
 
And
I already have plenty.”

“So
why are you here, Mr. Hot Stuff?” Donald asked.
 
“Since you’re so in demand.
 
Why
are you hanging out with your daddy on a big Friday night?”

“Same
reason you are,” Robert said honestly.
 
“I’m trying to get back into his good graces.”

Charles
looked at his son.
 
Despite Robert’s
problems, he really was the sweetest kid he had.
 
That was why he was so disappointed when he
found out about the drugs.
 
“Stay away
from drugs in every way, shape, and form, and you’ll stay in my good graces,”
Charles responded.

“Don’t
worry,” Robert said.
 
“It was a brain
fart in my life.
 
I don’t know what I was
thinking.
 
But me and my bruised body
know it won’t happen again.”
 
He still
ached from the beat down his father had put on him.

“And
what do I have to do to get back into your good graces?” Donald asked.

But
Charles knew Donald was a hard case.
 
He
had no new advice for him because his problem was the same.
 
“Grow up,” he said.

“I
have grown up,” Donald replied.
 
“Just
because I don’t run around town chasing women like the rest of your sons
doesn’t mean I haven’t grown up.
 
Just
because I don’t have women screaming and hollering whenever I make love to them
the way you have Jenay doing doesn’t mean I haven’t grown up.”

Robert
grinned.
 
“No he didn’t say that,
Dad.
 
You heard him?
 
He’s been listening while you and your wife
make love!”

“I
came by a couple times and heard them, that’s all.
 
I wasn’t purposely listening.”

“Yeah,
sure,” Robert said, never missing a chance to push Donald’s buttons, “you were
probably getting a hard-on you were listening so hard.”

Donald
tried to lunge over his father and stepsister to get to Robert, but Robert
laughed and leaned away.

“You
two better knock it off,” Charles warned.

And
then Jenay, with cake in hand, walked in.
 

“There
you are!” she said as she entered the den, and everybody looked in her
direction.
 
Charles smiled and the baby
lit up with a grin.
  
She started
flapping her arms.

Jenay
smiled. “There’s my little angel!”
 
She
sat the cake, and her purse, on a side table, and made her way toward her
husband and child.
 
“There’s my little
sweetheart!” She sat down beside Charles, and took the baby from his lap.

“You
look beautiful as usual, Jenay,” Robert said to his stepmother.
 
Donald rolled his eyes.

“Thank-you,”
Jenay responded to Robert.
 
“Why aren’t
you out painting the town?”

“He’s
too busy kissing up to Dad,” Donald said.
 
Then he stood up.
 
“I’m going
home.”

“Don’t
leave on my account,” Jenay said.

Donald
wanted to hit back hard.
 
He wanted to
tell her that he would never leave on her account since she was of no account
to him.
 
But he knew his father would knock
him through that wall if he went there with her.
 
“I’m not,” was all he said, and left.

Jenay
looked at Charles and lifted her eyebrows.

“Don’t
worry about him,” he said, and kissed her on the lips.
 
“He’ll eventually come around.”

“And
if he doesn’t?” Jenay asked.

Charles
had no answer for that.
 
Raising Donald
differently from his other sons, where he felt he had to overcompensate for the
lack of motherly love Donald had in his life, was perhaps his greatest failure
as a father and a man.
 
“He’ll come
around,” he repeated.

“My
advice, Jenay,” Robert said as he stood up. “Don’t hold your breath.”

Charles
looked up at him. “I thought you wanted to get in my good graces.”

“I
do,” Robert said with a smile.
 
“But I’m
not going to pretend my baby brother is going to suddenly have an epiphany and
change his miserable life.
 
He’s a wreck,
there’s all there is to it, and nobody can change that fact but him.
 
And he’s not about to change anything because
he likes being daddy’s little boy.
  
But
as for me?
 
Now that you have somebody to
keep you warm, I figure I can excuse myself and find somebody to keep me
warm.
 
Tony’s got a date, and Brent’s out
with Denise, I need to get with the program too.”

Jenay
looked at him.
 
“Brent’s on a date with
Denise?” she asked.

“Ooops!”
Robert said.
 
“Was that supposed to be a
secret?
 
Did I give away the secret?”

“It
was no secret,” Jenay said.
 
“Just a
surprise.”

“Why
a surprise?” Charles asked.
 
“That friend
of yours is hot in the panties, and Brent’s hot in the pants.
 
They match.”

Jenay
smiled.
 
“Your son’s a player, Charlie?”

“Of
the highest order,” Charles responded, smiling too.

“We
all are,” Robert said, as he began to leave.
 
“We watched Dad in action for years, and learned every move.”

Jenay
laughed, as Robert left.
 

Charles
looked at her as she played with Bonita.
 
“So how did it go?” he asked her.

Jenay
nodded her head.
 
“For the most part it
went okay.”

Charles
stared at her. “For the most part?”

“Yeah.”

“What
part didn’t go okay?”

“The
last part.”

Charles
braced himself.
 
“Tell me.”

Jenay
looked forward, remembering that
last
part
.
 
“Nothing much to tell really,”
she said.
 
“The meeting went really
well.
 
We came up with what I thought
were very reasonable and good proposals for certain upcoming events around
town.
 
But as I was about to leave, I
noticed that nobody had bothered to taste my cake.
 
But it was no biggie because there were a few
other dishes that nobody touched.
 
They
were all very slender women, so I figured maybe they weren’t into sweets or
just needed to watch their weight or something. I didn’t give it any serious
thought.
 
But then Pat’s husband got kind
of rude.”

“Her
husband?” Charles asked.
 
“You mean
Stoke?
 
What was he doing there? I
thought it was a meeting of the business wives club.”

“It
was.
 
He didn’t attend the meeting.
 
He answered the door when I arrived, and he
came out of his study after the meeting was over when we were eating and
hanging out.”

“And
he was rude to you?”

“He
thought he was being funny I guess when he said they would rather eat poison,
of the most lethal level he added, than to eat any cake of mine.
 
Or, as he put it, any cake baked by Charles
Sinatra’s wife.”

Charles’s
jaw tightened.
 
“He said that?”

Jenay
nodded.
 
“He said it.”

“And
what did you say?”
 

“I
didn’t say anything.
 
I took my cake and
came home.”
 

Charles
smiled, and placed his arm around her waist.
 
He kissed her on the forehead.
 
“Good for you,” he said.
 

But
as he held her, and they watched their daughter grin and play, his eyes were
turning colder, and more chilling.
 
His
eyes were saying something entirely different.

She
was fucking Brent Sinatra!
 
That was all
she could think about as she laid on top of him and moved her body up and down
his massive rod.
 
This was what the fuss
was about.
 
This was what all of these
hicks in Jericho would have given limbs to sample.
 
And she was getting it her way.
 
And the feeling surprised even her.
 
He was good.
 
He was better than good.
 
He was
scratching the shit out of her itch.

She
laid down on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her, as her pussy
continued to glide up and down on his now sticky, slippery condom-covered
rod.
 
It felt so wonderful to her that
she didn’t want it to end.
 
She just knew
she could go on all night like this.
 

And
she could have.
 
Because Brent like it
too.
 
But he needed more.
 
But he remained patient.
 
He wanted her to get hers first.
 
He continued to let her slide on him.
 
He continued to let her stay on top and feel
that wonderful feeling.
 
And she felt it.
 
For the longest time she felt it. And then
she came.

She
let out a scream that was fine by him since his house was secluded enough.
 
She screamed and she screamed as she
came.
 
He could feel her vaginal muscles
tightening around his rod as she came.
 
She was getting hers.
 
He was
pleased.

But
he wasn’t done. Because he had to get his too.
 
That was when he took over.
 
He
put her on her knees, had her big ass facing him, and he put his dick back in.
 
Only this time he was doing the
pounding.
 
This time he was putting it on
her.
 
Because it was a purely sexual
thing for both of them, they didn’t try to make it anything else.
 
It had been a month long dry spell for Brent,
and he was making up for lost time.