Big Daddy Sinatra 3: The Best of My Love (The Sinatras of Jericho County) (23 page)

When
Makayla looked back around, to get Brent’s reaction to the proceedings, she was
surprised to see that Brent had already gone too.
 
And had not bothered to speak to her.
 
Then she shook her head.
 
“That’s what you get,” she said to herself,
“for going there with him anyway.”

She
was lying on top of him, both of them were naked and in bed, and he massaged
her ass by rubbing both hands across both of her cheeks.
 
Bonita was spending the night with Carly and
Ashley in Boston, the boys all had dates or were otherwise out of their hair,
and Jenay and Charles both felt at peace with the world.
 
Especially after that hearing.

“That’s
the remarkable thing,” Charles said.
 
“I
saw my father for the first time after all these years, after all that pain,
and it was as if a brick could have been sitting there.
 
I felt nothing for him.”

Jenay
leaned her head up and looked at him.
 
“You weren’t even angry at him?”

“Not
even angry,” Charles said.

“So
what does it mean?
 
You’re over it?”

“I’ll
never be over it,” he said.
 
“But I’m
over
him
.
 
My father.
 
For me, that’s big.”

“That’s
huge,” Jenay said.
 
“You were dealt a
terrible hand at such a young age, and you made it through.
 
That’s saying something right there.
 
Sprig turned to alcohol and bad
relationships.
 
Your brother Mick, from
what you’ve told me, turned to crime.
 
But you turned inward.
 
You turned
to yourself and refused to let your past be your future.
 
You put your faith and trust in the Lord God
Almighty and made it through.”

“Yes,
I did,” Charles said.
 
“Thank God.”
 

“I’m
very proud of you Charles Sinatra.”

Emotion
swelled inside of Charles.
 
“Thank-you,”
he said.
 
“That means a lot.”

They
kissed a very chaste kiss and she laid her head back on his chest.
 

For a
few minutes, that serenity returned and no words were spoken.
 
Then Charles smiled. “Allison showed up for
work while you were away,” he said.

Jenay
frowned and looked at him.
 
“She showed
up?
 
I told her she didn’t have to come
this week.
 
Why would she show up here?”

“And
you should have seen that outfit she decided to wear,” Charles said.
 
“That skirt she wore.”

“Was
it up her ass?”

“It
couldn’t be any shorter,” Charles responded.
  
“I saw the outline of her little panties.”

Jenay
shook her head and laid it back down on his chest.
 
“That heifer knew I told her not to come to
work this week.
 
I told you she has a
crush on you, and I figured if she came to work while I was clean across the
country, she’d make her little move.
 
And
I see she made it.”

“But
Tony and Donald came over and put a stop to that.
 
When I got out of the shower, she was gone.

“Yeah
because I told Tony to come over and take Nita to school.
 
Tony’s reliable like that.”

“I
was surprised Donald showed up too.”

“I
wasn’t,” Jenay said.
 
“Donald has really
changed, Charlie.
 
I think you need to
work harder at recognizing that.”

Charles
nodded.
 
“He’s still immature as hell
though,” he said.
 
“But I get your
meaning.”

“So
who took Nita to school?
 
Tony or
Donnie?” Jenay asked.

“Neither.
 
I took her.
 
But back to the nanny.”

Jenay
smiled.
 
“Oh you enjoy talking about her,
do you?”

“Don’t
even try that,” Charles said.
 
“You’re
the one who hired her. I can’t understand, if you knew she would make a play
for me, why do you keep somebody like that on our payroll?”

“Because
nobody else impressed me the way she did with our daughter.
 
Because she’s excellent with our daughter and
our daughter adores her.
 
Because if you
don’t try any shit there won’t be any shit and I’ll have nothing to worry
about.
 
Because I know you too well.
 
That little girl isn’t going to get you to do
anything you don’t want to do.”

Charles
smiled, teasing her.
 
“But it’s not wise
to tempt a man either, Jenay.”

Jenay
looked at him, not getting the tease.
 
“What
do you mean?”

“I
mean what if we have one of our arguments?”

“And?”

“And
Little Miss Nanny comes prancing around in her
I want you
get-up.”

“So?
 
Are you telling me you’ll do something with
her?”

Charles
inwardly enjoyed the concerned look on Jenay’s face.
 
“I’m telling you it might cross my mind.
 
What do you think?
 
I’m a man.”

“Try
it, Mister Man,” Jenay warned, “and you’re going to be a girl when I finish
with you.”

Charles
laughed and pulled her into his arms.
 
“Now you know good and well I don’t want that skinny child.
 
I’ve got all this woman here,” he said as he
slapped her ass, causing it to jiggle, “and you’re too much to handle as it
is.”

Jenay
smiled.
 
“That’s better,” she said.
 
“But I keep Allie because I’ve tried many
others after Nita’s first nanny died, and none of them compare.
 
I’m pleased with her.”

“But
she’s in love with your husband.”

“She
doesn’t know what love is.
 
She’s
attracted to you, that’s different.
 
And
I said it before, I’ll say it again: if I fired every female that was attracted
to your pretty behind, I’d fire every female that works for me.”

Charles
loved how highly she thought of him physically.
 
“Although I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he said, “I think you’re
giving me far more credit than I deserve.”
 

Jenay
smiled.
 
One of the wonderful things
about him was how little he thought of his beauty.
 
She didn’t push it.

And
they returned to their serene place again.
 
Charles continued to massage her, but it was calming rather than
sensual.
 
And then Jenay spoke up.

“What
have you decided?” she asked.

“About
what?”

“Matt
Dellum and his sabotage scheme.
 
What did
Zim and Vic find out?”

“They
found out what I already knew.
 
He’s
slick with his shit.
 
He doesn’t leave
footprints.
 
But we know it’s him.
 
We aren’t fools.
 
We eliminated everybody else.”

“So
what’s the plan of action?” Jenay asked.

“We
strike back.
 
He stole our bids, we steal
his bids.
 
He defamed the Inn’s good
name, we defame the good name of his Bed and Breakfast.
 
We make certain his dream of turning Jericho
into a resort town is never realized.
 
We
strike back.”

“The
empire strikes back, is that it?” Jenay asked with a smile.

“That’s
it.
 
Matt Dellum started this fight with
guns and knives.
 
We’re going to fight
back with tanks and rockets.
 
He won’t know
what hit him.”

“Good,”
Jenay said.
 
“Hit him hard.”

Charles
smiled.
 
“I’m rubbing off on you, you
know that?”

“You’re
rubbing me,” Jenay said, suddenly feeling a charge.
 
She looked at him.
 
“I know that.”

Charles
felt a jolt too when she looked those lovely eyes at him.
 
And just like that, rubbing her ass took on a
different meaning.
 
It was no longer
about soothing and calming.
 
It was now,
just that fast, all about fucking.

“Turn
over,” he said to her and she obeyed, turning until she was lying on him with
her back against his stomach.

“That’s
the way,” he said as he reached his fingers between her legs and began to rub
her clit.
 
“That’s the way.”
 
He moved his fingers between her folds and
began to push one in, and then another one, as they rolled around in her
wetness.
 
And then he began poking
her.
 
With his other hand, he covered one
of her breasts and squeezed it, and rubbed his thumb across her nipple.

It
felt so good to Jenay that she wanted him to experience it too.
 
She wrapped one of her hands around his
penis, and placed her other hand on his balls, and she began to massage him
too.
  
And for the longest time they lay
there, naked and alone, and gave each other the kind of sensations that were at
first so relaxing, and at last so intense.
 

“That’s
the way,” Charles kept saying as the feelings continued to intensify.
 
And as he squeezed her breast and massaged
her pussy, and as she continued to massage his dick,
  
a wave of sensations washed over them both
until neither one of them could contain the feelings.

Charles
guided his dick to her vagina, and entered her with one long, deep push.
 
“You like it, baby?” he asked her.

“I
love it,” she responded as he continued to push in and almost out of her until
he found his rhythm.
 
And he did her for
ten minutes, for twenty minutes, all the while making her feel as if she was on
an edge, on the precipice of cum where just one more thrust, one more push and
she would topple over.
 
But he had that
masterful control, and he sustained the intensity without ending it too soon.

And
they made love for a long time.
 
He was
doing her with the rhythm of a well-timed tune, and they were working up a
sweat and enjoying every second of it.
  
And sweat poured.
 
And their
hearts hammered.
 
And Jenay’s small body
was sliding with his every push, with his every in and almost out thrust, until
her red-hot vagina began to climax into one of those supercharged orgasms that
only Charles’s dick could ever do for her.
 
She came with a hard cum.
 
It was
so hard that she didn’t think she would be able to endure it.

“
Charlie
!” she cried out as she
came.
  
But his dick kept pounding
her.
 
“Charlie, stop.
 
It’s too much!”
 
She lifted her body, she arched her back, she
squeezed her ass as the sensations roiled her, but Charles would not let up.

“You
want me to stop?” he asked without stopping, because he knew his wife.

“No,”
she responded, as he knew she would.

“I’ll
stop,” he said.
 
“You want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Keep
fucking you?”

“Keep
fucking me.”

And
he did.
 
He did not have to be asked
twice.
 
He fucked her harder, and harder,
his dick was so red and swollen from his pounding that he began to wonder if he
could take it too.
 
And he was thrashing
into her until not only she was cumming again, but he was cumming too.

He lifted
his hips and poured into her with a release that shook him to his core.
 
The veins of his arms and neck were so
pronounced that they strained his very skin.
  
“Jenay,” was all he could say as he came. And he couldn’t shout it out
either. He didn’t have the energy to shout.
 
He barely whispered.

When
he finally poured his final pour, and completed his final push, and they were
done, both of them still could feel the electricity of their coupling.
 
And that heavy drain it also produced.
 

But
even with such an energy drain, Charles managed to turn his wife over, until
she was facing him again.
 
And he smiled,
and ran his hand across her hair.
 
“Thank-you for coming back early,” he said.

Jenay
smiled too, and touched his handsome face.
 
“You don’t have to thank me.”

Then
Charles’s look turned so serious Jenay wondered if she had said something
wrong.
 
“What’s the matter, honey?” she
asked him.