“Not so fast,” he said, stopping her. “You owe me something.”
Roz smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She was especially relaxed now that the water was not as piping-hot as it had been. “I owe you?” she asked.
Mick rubbed his thumb across her wonderful brown lips. “Yes, you do.”
“And what do I supposedly owe you?”
“Six weeks’ worth of fucks,” Mick said.
Roz laughed. “I want to see you get that many out of me, buster!”
Mick was ready to prove her wrong, but she grabbed the bath oil, placed a handful of lather in her hand, and began to rub down his chest, his abs, and his penis. Mick leaned his head back, sighing, as she rubbed his penis. He loved her touch so much. He loved her so much. But then he took a handful of oil too, and lathered her down. He bathed her neck, her beautiful breasts, and especially lathered down her vagina. He lingered when he rubbed her there.
After each rinsing the other one off, Mick was no longer playing. Or interested in bathing. Because he still had a point to prove. First, before she could say another word, he captured her mouth with his and kissed her with a searing, branding kiss. He kissed her so hard that she had to hold onto his body to remain standing up. He couldn’t get enough of her. And when he moved from her mouth, he stayed on her face. Kissing her nicely-arched nose, her high cheekbones, and her small, delicate ears. And then he was back on her mouth again.
Roz lifted up on her tiptoes as she drank in all of his desperate kisses. She’d never met a man like Mick. The idea that he would wait through her entire postpartum before he made love to her, touched her deeply. His love was so unselfish. His love was action, not talk. His love was the greatest love she’d ever known. And when he moved down, to her long, slender neck, and then to her breasts, she closed her eyes and sucked up all his love.
Mick sucked her breasts like a man on fire. He lifted her into his arms, for better access, and she wrapped her legs around him. That made it fantastic to Mick. Because now he had her exactly where he wanted her. Under his complete control. And he took advantage.
He put her against the wall, placed her legs further up across his big shoulders, and began licking her between her legs. Slow, methodical, thirsty licks. He became drunk on her pussy, and began to eat her. Roz leaned back, her hands in his hair, as he licked and ate and sucked her dry. And then her vaginal juices flowed again, and he had more eating to do.
After several rounds, he moved her legs back around his waist, and then he guided his fully aroused cock inside of her. It was their first time in six weeks. Mick and Roz both let out loud sighs of passion as soon as they felt flesh on flesh.
And then he began to move.
“Rosalind,” he said in that sweet Italian voice she loved, as if her name itself was an exhale, a diamond, his life’s breath.
And Roz, feeling the heat to the roots of her hair, exhaled too. “Mick,” she said. “Michello!”
He rubbed his penis against her ridges. He began to fuck her.
“Ah, baby,” he said as he felt the burn too. He leaned his forehead against her forehead and fucked her hard. “Oh, my precious baby! Oh my baby!”
They were in their groove. They were in complete rhythm. Roz placed her hands around his neck as she rode his rod and they moved in sync. Mick began kissing her again, as they moved.
And when they came, they came together. Mick strained and Roz contracted and they held onto each other as they reached the summit of their passion. He poured into her. She clenched her muscles, and he poured more. And fucked her more. Until he couldn’t do it anymore. They leaned against each other, nearly out of breathe, with Mick rubbing Roz’s face, and Roz smoothing down his hair, completely satisfied.
But their realization didn’t last long. Mick had only just carried Roz out of the shower, ready to lay her on the bed and fuck her again, when the intercom buzzed. The Sinatra children, their front gate guard informed them, were there to see their father.
CHAPTER FIVE
After Mick wiped Roz clean, and while he cleaned himself, she put on his bathrobe and made her way downstairs. Somebody had to greet the children!
Gloria and Joey were already sitting at the center island in the kitchen, helping themselves to a bowl of fruit, when she came down. “Hey, Ma,” Gloria said with a grand smile on her face.
“Well good morning,” Roz said with a smile of her own. “Don’t you two look cute.”
“Cute?” Joey asked. “I’m cute the way a Pitbull is cute!”
“Oh, please,” Gloria said. “More like the way a Chihuahua is cute!”
Roz laughed and headed for the coffeemaker. “You guys want anything to drink?”
“We’re good,” Joey said. “Thanks.”
“Where’s Dad?” Gloria asked. “He hasn’t left for Spain yet, has he?”
“Not yet,” Roz said. “Not until tonight. He just got out of the shower. He’s coming. Where’s Ted?”
“He wouldn’t come,” Joey said. Then he hesitated, as if he was thinking about something. “Can I ask you a question, Ma?”
Roz stood behind the center island, on the opposite side from them, and braced herself. Whenever Joey wanted to ‘ask her a question,’ it almost always involved his father. “You can ask,” she said.
“Why is it that Teddy gets to work for Dad like he’s one of Dad’s men, while I’m still stuck in the mailroom?”
Gloria laughed. “Because Teddy’s shady, that’s why! And he knows how to keep his mouth shut like all of Dad’s men. That’s why.”
“I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
“Joey, please,” Gloria said. “You run and tell it as soon as you hear it. Dad’s never going to have you working for him like that. You might move up the ranks at S.I., but you aren’t going to be the gangster you dream of being. You don’t have what it takes.”
“I do have what it takes! And I’m going to be as bad a gangster as Dad someday. Even badder. You mark my words!”
Roz felt some kind of way when she heard her stepchildren refer to Mick’s underworld activities as if they were no different than his day job at S.I. They had no clue what their father was really involved in and some of the horrific things he was forced to do to keep his family, and himself, free from harm. It was all glam and excitement to them. Teddy knew better. But he was already in the illegitimate trade when Mick pulled him in. He was already prepared. Joey and Gloria had their moments, but they were nowhere near it. They had a long way to go.
“He’ll pull you in,” Roz said in answer to Joey’s question, “when he thinks you’re ready.”
“Me too?” Gloria asked.
“You?” Joey asked with a laugh. “Are you joking? Your mother will kill Dad if he dirties you up. And since Dad still loves your mother, he’s not about to go against her. You know it and I know it.”
Gloria glanced at Roz. But Roz ignored the implication. She’d been hearing about Gloria’s mother and how she was the only one of Mick’s baby mamas that he still cared for. She’d heard how he respected Teddy’s mother, despised Joey’s mother, but loved Gloria’s. She never met this fashion designer mother of Gloria’s because she never came to any functions, but she wasn’t about to compete against some ghost of Mick’s past.
Besides, Roz reasoned, if Mick had wanted the woman he would have had her long before Roz came into the picture. She had been years out the door before Roz came along. Roz was a little concerned about females when Mick was out of town on long business trips. She’d be lying if whether or not he was completely faithful to her didn’t cross her mind. But worrying about some female he dumped years ago? Please. “You guys sure you don’t want any breakfast?” she asked her stepchildren.
“We’re positive,” Joey said. “We don’t eat breakfast.”
“Roz,” Gloria said, “have you thought about what I asked you?”
“What is that?”
Gloria was amazed. “Ma! You forgot? I asked you to put in a good word
for Fonz.”
“Oh, good grief!” Joey said.
“He wants to get a role in Macbeth,” Gloria continued. “I asked you to talk to the director.”
“And I told you I don’t put in words for people I don’t know.”
“You met him once.”
“I don’t know him, Gloria.”
“But I do! He’s a great guy, I promise. I don’t expect you to take him on as a full blown client just yet. He still has to prove himself to you, I know that. But how can he prove himself if nobody will give him a fighting chance? Just think about it, okay?”
Before Roz could respond, Gloria, as was her way, changed the subject. Like Joey, she would rather not hear an answer than to hear an answer she didn’t want to hear. Roz wondered if the fact that Mick was not in their lives when they were little had something to do with that aspect of their personalities. They had lousy coping skills.
“What about the twins?” Gloria asked. “Are they awake?”
Roz nodded. “They are, yeah.”
“Can I see them?” Gloria stood up. “I love the way Junior stares at people and Jacqueline smiles at people.”
“I want to see them, too,” Joey said, also standing.
“Help yourselves,” Roz said. “They’re your siblings. You can see them anytime you like.”
They both smiled, and then began rushing to see which one could get in to the nursery first.
Roz smiled too, and put on some coffee. She was still feeling the effects of sex with Mick between her legs and, to her own amazement, was itching for more. Which made her smile all the more. Mick was usually the sex-obsessed in their relationship. He was usually the one who had to have it and had to have it as often as he could get it from her. But after that long absence he made her endure for her body’s sake, she was catching up fast.
After Gloria and Joey returned and sat back down at the center island, and after several more minutes of small talk conversation, Mick made his way downstairs. He was fully dressed in a brown suit, a white shirt, and a brown tie. Looking big, muscular, and gorgeously corporate, Roz thought. Sexy too, she inwardly added.
“Good morning, Dad,” Gloria said, impressed with his looks as well.
“Good morning, Dad,” Joey echoed.
Mick was still a little peeved with them as he stood behind the counter, standing beside Roz. He took a sip of Roz’s coffee. Roz let him have at it, and poured herself a fresh cup.
Even when Joey and Gloria realized their father wasn’t going to easily forgive them, they pressed on anyway. “We came to apologize,” Joey said.
“To say we blew it,” Gloria added.
But Mick looked at them as if they had just insulted him. “You came to apologize?” he asked.
“We blew it last night,” Joey said, “and we wanted to let you know how sorry we are. We want to apologize for our behavior.”
Roz looked at Mick. He didn’t like it. His children didn’t realize it, but she did. She could see the anger in his eyes.
“Where’s Theodore?” Mick asked them.
“He wouldn’t come,” Gloria said.
“Good,” Mick said. “At least one of you has some sense.”
Joey was offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Joey wanted to know.
Mick frowned. “You did what you did. It’s done. What are you apologizing for? What the fuck am I going to do with your apology?”
Roz could see how stunned the children were. They were still getting accustomed to their father’s tough ways, and it was an eye opener to see him so tough on a subject they didn’t think called for a debate: an apology. They were both amazed.
And Mick was still upset. “Don’t fuck up and then come in my face apologizing. It’s done now. You own it because you did it, and move the hell on! Just don’t ever do it again.”
Joey wanted to battle him, but Gloria kicked his feet. So he held his tongue and nodded, along with Gloria. “Yes, sir,” Gloria said.
“And aren’t you two supposed to be at work anyway?” They both worked for him, and he kept tabs on them enough to know their schedules verbatim.
“Yes, sir,” Gloria admitted. “But---”
“But what?” Mick asked.
Gloria knew it was hopeless. “Nothing,” she said.
“Then get your asses to work. Don’t think because you’re my children I won’t fire you. Because I will.”
They looked shell shocked to Roz as they stood up. She could intervene. She could point out to Mick how harsh he was being. But she knew where his harshness was coming from. They were his children now. It was no longer a secret to anyone, especially his enemies. He had to toughen them up.
“Bye, guys,” Roz said to them, her face a mask of sympathy.
“Bye, Ma,” Joey said.
“Bye, Ma,” Gloria said.
They glanced at their father, who remained resolute, as they left his home. They left as if they still didn’t know what had hit them.
When the door closed shut, Mick waited for Roz to pounce. He waited for her to rip into him for being such a horrible, unfeeling dad.
“You want some breakfast before you go?” she asked him. “I can throw something together.”
Mick looked at her, surprised and a little befuddled. “No, I’m good,” he said. But he needed to know what she thought. He had tons of advisors in his legit businesses and his underworld activities. She was the only advisor that counted. “You don’t think I could have handled it better?”
“After they got their asses arrested?” Roz asked. “Hell no. They aren’t just Mick Sinatra’s children. They aren’t just the children of a successful businessman. They’re Mick the Tick’s children. You have to toughen them up so they’ll understand the pedigree they’re running with.”
A swell of emotion filled Mick’s heart. He didn’t deserve this woman. Then he inwardly smiled. “So when Junior and Jackie are of age, you want me to toughen them up too?”
It was a harsh reality. They were such sweet, tender babies. But Roz never believed in double standards. She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “If you love them you will. And I know you love them, and all of your children, with all of your heart.”
Mick smiled, but it was an emotional smile. Only around Roz could he ever let his guard down. Nobody else. Just Roz.
“Now give me a hug,” she said to him, “and get your ass to work too.”
Mick smiled, and hugged her. But if she was expecting a quick hug and go, she was mistaken. Because he untied her robe, reached inside of her robe, and hugged her bare flesh. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. And just the feel of that flesh again had him horny again.
Before she could remind him that they were already late for their respective jobs, he was turning her back to his front, leaning her over the center island, and putting it inside of her again. When he began to move, all thoughts of jobs and lateness flew out of the window. And she leaned up, reached back, and wrapped her arms around his neck, as he fucked her.
Mick closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and fucked her hard.
Afterwards, he carried her upstairs and they showered together. While Mick dressed again, ditching his brown suit for a blue suit and blue tie, Roz put on her bathrobe and made her way downstairs.
By the time Mick made it back downstairs, ready to get to work, he stopped by the Nursery. The two nannies had just relieved the overnight nannies, and were still cleaning up the far end of the room. They didn’t notice him at the door. But as he had expected, Roz was there, sitting in the daybed with her back against the wall, holding both twins in her arms. They were smiling and trying to eat their little thumbs, and she was nodding off. Mick watched as her head kept jerking back when it appeared to lob forward into a hard sleep. She was still tired. She was still attempting to get back the herculean stamina she used to possess before the pregnancy. But it wasn’t back in full yet. And as Mick stood in the doorway of that Nursery, watching her, he felt a twinge of guilt. He knew the fact that
he wore her out twice this morning, before her work day even began, didn’t help.
But he felt guilty for another reason too. He was now the father of three grown children and two newborns. That was daunting enough, especially since he was now the involved father he never was in the not-too-distant past. But he also ran an international corporation that required his full-time attention, and an underground syndicate that kept him and his family alive because as long as his enemies knew he was still in the game, and the master of that game, they wouldn’t dream of fucking with any of them. He was relying on Teddy to carry that mantel forward, and be the family’s protector when he was no longer around, but Teddy had disappointed him already. It was all daunting and draining too.
When the two nannies realized Mick was standing there, they immediately stopped what they were doing and gave him their full attention.
Mick pushed away from the doorjamb and began walking further into the room. “Excuse us,” he said to them, as he headed toward his family.
“Yes, sir,” the head nanny, Miss Habersham, said with a slight bow of her head. And both nannies left the room.
Mick stood at the daybed as Jacqueline turned her big green eyes up at him, while Mick, Junior just sat there, mesmerized by the way his mother’s head lobbed forward, and then jerked back. Every time she jerked her head back, he jumped and frowned. Already, Mick thought with a smile, that kid was on guard.
Jacqueline smiled and reached for her father, and he smiled back at her and pulled her into his arms. “Hey, little girl,” he said as he held her.
The release of weight on her lap caused Roz to finally wake up. When she saw Mick standing there, she smiled. “You haven’t left yet?” she asked him.
“Not yet,” Mick said, looking at his son. Mick, Junior was now grabbing at his mother’s nose, as if he thought her nose was the reason why she couldn’t keep her head up straight. “I told Blair I’d be in late.”
“Yeah, I called my office too,” Roz said. “Then I found myself in here with our children, and I think I might have dozed off.”
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