Mick Sinatra: The Harder They Fall (8 page)

She came
first.
 
She came with an orgasm that
clenched her body so tightly that Mick was trapped inside of her.
 
Her vagina collapsed around his cock and
rendered it so hard to move that Mick had to fight for strokes.
 
She squeezed him so hard, and the feeling
encapsulated him so completely, that she squeezed the life out of him.
 
He couldn’t resist another second.
 
And he came.
 
He poured out as if a dam had busted loose.
 
He drenched her with his cream.

And he kept
on fucking her.
 
That was the talent of
Mick that turned Roz on more than any man ever could.
 
The way he could keep on fucking as he
poured.
 
The way he could mix his
saturation with her saturation and fuck her until another orgasm escaped her.

And Roz held
onto his big, sweat-filled body.
  
She
held on as his Italian ass fucked her black ass so hard that yet another orgasm
pierced through her.
 
She was trembling,
completely overwhelmed with joy, by the time he pounded her one last round,
pushed in to the edge of his balls, and then stayed in.

Mick felt as
if his heart was going to hammer out of his body when he finally stopped
fucking her.
 
He was breathing so hard
that his chest was pushing against her breasts and leaving bruises.
 
He looked at her and smiled and shook his
head.
 
“Too old,” he said between
breaths.
 
“Your hot ass is gonna kill
me!”

Roz smiled
too.
 
And pulled him into her arms.
 
He was sweaty as hell.
 
And she could barely breathe herself after
the pounding he put on her.
 
But she
could not have felt any more satisfied.
 
Mick always brought his A-game when he made love to her.
 
He always exceeded her greatest
expectations.
 
But tonight he exceeded
even that.
 
“You’re wrong,” she said to
him.
 
“It’s your hot ass that’s gonna be
the death of me!”
 
Then she added,
thinking about the line Tamron had used about shopping: “But what a way to go,”
she said.

Mick
laughed.
 
He really loved this
woman.
 
And then he looked at her.
 
He was not the kind of man who spoke his
feelings ever, but as he stared at his wife, he felt it was overdue.
 
He gently grasped her chin, and lifted her
face up to his face.
 
“I love you
Rosalind Sinatra,” he said to her.
 
“Don’t you ever forget that.”

Roz’s heart
melted as she looked at his strong face, and into his gorgeous green eyes.
 
And she placed a finger in the cleft of his
chin.
 
“I love you, too, Michello
Sinatra,” she responded lovingly.

“If you ever
forget my love,” Mick said, “I’ll remove one of your arms and stomp on it.”

Roz laughed,
but Mick’s look remained smolderingly serious.
 
So Roz got serious too.
 
“If you
ever forget my love,” she said, “I’ll remove that sleepy-ass eye of yours and
stomp on it.”

Mick almost
broke his serious look with laughter, but he held on.
 
“If you ever forget my love,” he said to her,
“I’ll remove both of your legs, throw them in the sea, and then force you to
swim in to get them.”

Roz
laughed.
 
She could never be as
stone-faced as Mick.
 
“If you ever forget
my love,” she said, “I’ll cut off your balls and give them to charity.”
 
Then she patted herself on the back.
 
“Mic.
 
Drop,” she said.

Mick didn’t
respond to that.
 
Roz laughed even
harder. “Yeah, I thought that would be enough said.”

This time
Mick laughed.
 
No woman had ever made him
laugh, or be so silly and fun, as Rosalind.

But Mick
being Mick, his jovial look didn’t last.
 
His look turned serious again.
 
“If you ever forget my love,” he said, and Roz waited happily for the
punchline.
 
But it didn’t come.
 
His look remained too serious.
 
“I’ll still love you anyway,” he finally
said.

“Oh, Mick,”
Roz said heartfelt, tears appearing in her eyes, and she fell into his arms.

The music
still played on.
 
This time it was Bill
Withers singing
Just the Two of Us
.
 

We look for
love, no time for tears

Wasted
water’s all that is

And it don’t
make no flowers grow

Good things
might come to those who wait

Not to those
who wait too late

We got to go
for all we know.

Just the two
of us

We can make
it if we try

Just the two
of us

You and I!

And as
Grover Washington, Junior’s soft sax played the hook, Mick and Roz settled into
that restful, peaceful, loving sleep of the truly grateful.

The next morning,
while Mick and Roz were sitting on the bed in the nursery spending time with
the twins before they left for work, word came from the front gate security
that Joey was there to see them.
 
Mick,
Junior, always inquisitive, looked his big, green eyes at the intercom
faceplate when he heard the voice, and then he looked at his father as if he
knew something was going wrong and he needed Mick to handle it.
 
Jacqueline, their daughter, continued to suck
her knuckles and shake her other hand.
 
She was in her own world, doing her own thing.

Roz, who
held Mick, Junior in her arms, looked at Mick.
 
It was up to him to say yea or nay.
 
Joey was his son, not hers.
 
But
she was inwardly hoping he said yes.
 
Joey had been making a lot of bad decisions lately, some horrific
decisions, but he was still Mick’s son.

Mick,
however, pressed the intercom button.
 
“Tell him I’ll see him at my office,” he said to his security booth.

“Yes, sir,”
his man said, and ended the call.

Mick was a
good man to Roz.
 
It always amazed her
how wonderfully involved he was with the twins.
 
Like now, as he sat on the bed in the nursery in his ten-thousand-dollar
suit, probably already late for some meeting somewhere but still spending time
with her and the kids.
 
But he wasn’t
involved like that at all with his grown children when they were kids.
 
An absent father was not something easily
dismissed by children, no matter what their age.
 
And Roz knew it.
 
“But Mick,” she said, “eventually you’ve got
to trust him again.”

“And
eventually I will,” Mick responded.
 
“But
until I get there, he comes nowhere near our children.
 
Not after what his stupid ass tried to do
with Sal’s kid.”

“He wouldn’t
harm Junior and Jackie,” Roz said.

“I don’t
believe he would either,” Mick said.
 
“But he’s got to show me more than he’s been showing me for me to let
him back in.
 
And I know he still has a
lot of childhood issues to work out.
 
I
know I fucked up all my kids.
 
I know
that.
 
But damn, Roz,” Mick said, and
then couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought.

Roz knew
exactly what he wanted to say.
 
“But
eventually he’s got to stop blaming you for all of his screw-ups,” she said.

Mick was
pleased to have a woman who understood.
 
He nodded.
 
“Right,” he said.
 
“I was a lousy father to him and Gloria and
Teddy too.
 
I’ll take the fall for
that.
 
But at some point he’s got to take
responsibility for his own decisions.
 
At
some point Joey has got to grow the hell up.
 
Teddy’s done it, and Gloria.
 
He’s
got to get there too.
 
I can’t baby a
grown man.
 
I don’t care what I did to
him.
 
I won’t do it.”

Roz
exhaled.
 
“I agree,” she said.
 
“Let’s just pray Joey comes around.
 
I like him.
 
We’ve had our ups and downs, and I know he’s not too crazy about me
right now, but deep down he’s a good kid.
 
Deep down I think the one thing he wants above anything else in this
world is his father’s love.”

“He has my
love,” Mick admitted as he motioned for the nanny to come and get
Jacqueline.
 
“It’s my respect I need him
to earn.”

Jacqueline,
who might have been in her own world, began to cry when she left her father’s
arms.
 
“I thought you were doing your own
thing,” he said to his baby girl with a smile, as he took her back and held
her.

“She was,”
Roz said, “as long as she was in the safety and protection of your loving
arms.”
 
Then Roz glanced at Mick.
 
“Maybe that’s Joey too.
 
Outside of your safety and protection, he
roars.
 
Inside, he’s as content as a
newborn babe.”
 

Mick smiled
as he placed Jacqueline on his broad shoulder and rocked her.
 
Maybe Roz had a point.
 
But he knew he had one too.
 
He was never going to baby any son of
his.
 
No matter what.

He looked at
his wristwatch.
 
“I’d got to get out of
here,” he said.

Roz motioned
to the nannies again.
 
They hurried to
retrieve the children.
 
They hurried as
if they were soldiers in the army.

Jacqueline
was about to cry again when she left her father’s arms, but Mick pointed a
finger at her.
 
“Don’t you dare,” he said
in a stern voice.
 
She knew that voice
already.
 
She looked at her brother
instead.
 
When she saw that he wasn’t
crying, she decided against it too.

Mick and Roz
kissed their green-eyed beautiful twins goodbye and Roz escorted Mick toward
the front of the house.
 
She was still in
her bathrobe.
 
She had showered, but
still had to get dressed.
 
And Mick was
staring at her ass as she walked in that bathrobe.
 
He was getting a hard-on thinking about how
he did her last night and staring at that ass.
 
If he didn’t have to leave, if he wasn’t already on the verge of
tardiness, he’d take her right now.

She picked
up his briefcase beside the table in the foyer and handed it to her
husband.
 
She placed both of her small
hands on his thick chest.
 
She looked up
into his eyes.
 
“We need to talk
tonight,” she said.

Mick could see
a storminess in that rich pool of brown within her big eyes.
 
“Are you sure it can wait until tonight?”

Roz
smiled.
 
“I’m sure,” she said.
 
She didn’t think she would ever have to tell
him about it.
 
She thought Chad was a
past problem that would forever remain in her past.
 
Until yesterday.
 
“What time do you think you’ll be home?”

Mick thought
about it.
 
“Eight?” he asked.

She
smiled.
 
“Sounds good.
 
I’ll cook.”

“Sounds even
better,” Mick said with a smile, and kissed her.
 
Then his look turned serious.
 
“A limo is waiting outside to take you
wherever you need to go.”

“Just a
driver?”
 
Roz asked.

“And Deuce,”
Mick said.
 
Deuce McCurry was Mick’s best
security man.
 
He trusted him with his
life.
 
When he married Roz, he put Deuce
in charge of her security detail.
 
“He’ll
be by your side until I can get more answers from those hillbillies.
 
You don’t mind, do you?”

“Do I mind
if my husband loves me enough to look out for me?” Roz asked.
 
“Hell to the no!
 
Of course I don’t mind.
 
I want to know what’s up too.
 
Besides, those damn hillbillies wrecked my
car!”

Mick
laughed.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you
another one.”

“Even if it
can be repaired?”

“Fuck
that.
 
I’m not trusting my wife in any
once-wrecked car.
 
I’m getting you
another one.
 
Your choice.
 
My money.”

Roz
smiled.
 
She loved bantering with
Mick.
 
“I thought it was supposed to be
our
money?”

“It’s ours
when it’s coming in.
 
It’s mine when it’s
going out.”

Roz smiled
greatly, her dimples turning Mick on again, as she wrapped her arms around his
neck.
 
“I like how you think,” she said.

“I love how
you feel,” Mick said as he sat down his briefcase.
 
He untied her bathrobe, slinked his arms
around her naked body, pulled her against his rock-hard rod, and kissed
her.
 
They kissed long and hard, and
wanted to do more.
 
But they both knew
time was getting away from them.

“You’ll be
late,” Roz said, breaking away from him.
 
“Go.”

Mick knew
she was right.
 
His people worked hard
because he did, and he made it his business to set the right example.
 
He therefore kissed her goodbye, she opened
the door for him, and he left.

But even
after the door was closed behind him, and even as he walked toward one of the
two limousines waiting in the circular driveway of their massive estate, he
felt as if he was being pulled back toward Roz.
 
He didn’t know if it was a great need to fuck her, since his cock was
still aroused, or something else.

And even as
he got into the limo, and his driver closed the door, that pull toward Roz was
still strong.
 
Too strong, he felt, to
ignore.

To his
driver’s surprise, he got back out of the limo and made his way back into his
home.
 

Roz was
upstairs, standing on the side of their bed just removing her robe, when he
appeared at their bedroom door.
 
“You
forgot something?” she asked him.

He remained
at the door.
 
Tried not to look at her
gorgeous naked body.
 
He failed.
 
“What did you need to talk to me about?” he
asked her as he found himself staring at that body.

“I told you
it could wait until tonight, Mick,” Roz said.
 
“You didn’t have to come back for that.
 
It can wait until tonight.”

“But I
can’t,” Mick said, and began walking toward her.
 
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her
upright body between his legs.
 
“What is
it?”

Roz tossed
her discarded robe onto the bed.
 
It was
instructive that she was naked, she thought, because what she was about to tell
him would expose her anyway.
 
But despite
the risk that he would view her in an unfavorable light, she felt, after seeing
Chad yesterday, he had a right to know.

“Yesterday,
when you came by my office and I told you about that student I once had when I
ran that actor’s studio?”

“The guy you
saw at Akon’s?” Mick asked, and Roz nodded. “The disgruntled student?
 
What about him?”

Roz placed
her hands on his shoulders.
 
Didn’t look
into his eyes.
 
“I didn’t tell you the
whole story,” she said.

Mick stared
at her.
 
He knew she wouldn’t keep it
from him after seeing that character again.
 
He knew she wouldn’t.
 
“About
fucking time,” he said.

A pained
look appeared in Roz’s big eyes.
 
Then she
realized what he had just said.
 
She
looked at him.
 
“What?”

“Why didn’t
you tell me the whole story yesterday?” he asked her.

“I
couldn’t.
 
It was one of the most
shameful chapters in my life.
 
I couldn’t
bear how you would look at me if you knew the truth.”
 
Then she realized something else.
 
“You talk as if you already knew,” she said.

Mick stared
his hard eyes into hers.
 
When they made
love, his sleepy eye looked sensual.
 
When they didn’t, his sleepy eye just looked cold.
 
“You still don’t fully understand who you’re
dealing with,” he said.
 
“I know
everything about you, Rosalind Sinatra.”

He pulled
her closer against him, and cupped and softly rubbed her ass.
 
“You don’t just belong to Mick Sinatra
now.
 
You belong to Mick the Tick too.
 
And what that means is that nobody can
blackmail you, or attempt to subvert our relationship, unless they come through
me.”

Roz was
astounded by the reach of this man.
 
“So
you already knew about the time Chad Dawkins accused me of sexually harassing
him?”

Mick nodded.
 
“Yes.”

“But when
did you find out?”