Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man (The Sinatras of Jericho County Book 1)

by Monroe, Mallory

  Charles smiled. “No shit? Top of your class? That’s very wonderful, Jenay.”

  “Thank-you.” Considering where she was just three years ago, in divorce court and miserable, she was proud of herself.

  “So what’s your plan?” Charles asked. “That hotel hiring you after your internship?”

  “I wish,” Jenay responded. “I haven’t received any offers of that caliber. Not one. But I do have two offers I’m considering.”

  Charles was impressed, as he continued to drive. “Two?” he asked. “Very good. Where? Here in Boston?”

  “Both are just outside of Boston, but yes.”

  “Well are you going to tell me the names, or am I supposed to guess?”

  She withheld the names on purpose, knowing they would not impress. “I have an offer from the Econolodge. I’ll be the manager if I accept there. And I’ll be an assistant manager if I accept the offer from Motel 6.”

  “Motel 6?” Charles asked as if he was astounded. “Who goes to college to get a job at a Motel 6? That’ll be like going to college to get a job at McDonald’s. What’s wrong with that management team where you did your internship? I don’t get it. You graduated top of your class. Why aren’t they snatching you up?”

  “I don’t have the experience,” Jenay said. “And I’m a woman, and I’m a minority, and it’s not that simple. It’s tough getting those management jobs. With the job market the way it is, I’m competing against white guys with resumes an arm long. And they have a corner on the market. It’s going to be tough. I’m going to have to prove myself at the neighborhood dance before I get invited to the prom. But I’m a hard worker. I’ll get to that prom.”

  Charles loved her attitude. But still. “So which one are you going to choose? Econolodge, or the Motel 6?”

  “I haven’t decided,” Jenay said. “I just got the news yesterday. I was selected after a job fair at BHI. The offers are on the table for five days, as per the school’s rules when they agree to attend the fair. So I have a few more days to decide.”

  Charles continued to drive. Among the many businesses he owned in Jericho, Maine, one of them was a Bed and Breakfast that could always use a good person to help run it. Lord knows Beatrice Moynihan was running it into the ground! But hiring Jenay was complicated. It could commit him in a way he wasn’t ready to commit. He also remembered his reaction tonight when he thought she was injured in that car accident. He was mortified. He barely knew this woman and he was mortified. What would happen to him, he thought, if she became a major part of his life?

  But then he dismissed such unproductive thoughts. She was a Bostonian. Who said she would want to go to a town like Jericho, and a state like Maine, anyway? It wasn’t going to happen. Thinking about it was fruitless.

  But as he looked at her, he still felt those urges for her. He still wanted her that way, maybe even more desperately now. But she had to want it too. Unless . . .

  “You’ve got a boyfriend, Jenay?” he asked her. Was that the reason for her hesitancy?

  She looked out of the window. It was about to get real, and she knew it. “No,” she said.

  “So there’s no man waiting for you at home?”

  “No.” Then she looked at him. “What about you?”

  He shook his head. “No man’s waiting at home for me, either.”

  She smiled. “You know what I mean.”

  Charles knew. “No woman either. My wife left me and the boys nearly fourteen years ago.”

  Jenay looked back out of the window.

  Charles glanced at her. She had asked him that all important question: was he available too. Did that mean her interest was growing? Only one way he knew to find out, and he was not the kind of man to simply drop hints. “I think it’s a good idea,” he said, “if we spend the night together.”

  She smiled, and looked at him. “Oh, really now?” But then her smile was gone. She wanted his company tonight. Nothing long term. Nothing to distract her from her future endeavors. But after that accident, and after she felt so alone in that car until she realized Charles was there, she needed him. Tonight.

  “I agree,” she said.

  Charles nodded his head. He was pleased beyond measure, but he didn’t want to jinx it. “Good,” he said, and then he kept driving, as if she didn’t just upend his world.

  CHAPTER SIX

  He sucked her breasts so hard and for so long that her nipples began to ache. She rubbed her fingers through his slick, wavy hair and moved his head with the motions of his mouth. It felt so good that she found herself panting. She couldn’t believe it. He was just getting started, but already she was panting! Mainly because it had been such a dry spell in her life. Not just recently, but her entire two years in school she’d turned every boy down who asked for action. This was supposed to be her no distractions time. This was supposed to be preparation for an even longer dry spell when she started her career.

  But already, before the end of term, she’d given in. And she still couldn’t believe it. She had allowed this man to take her home, remove her blouse and bra, put her on her bed, and suck her shitless. He still had on his briefs, and she still had on her skirt and panties, but they both knew those items were soon to join the pile of discarded clothing already on the floor. She, in fact, could feel him rubbing his bundle against the seat of her panties, as he sucked her, as if that removal was eminent.

  When he finally stopped ravaging her breasts and moved up to her mouth, she knew she was in for a treat. If he did to her mouth what he did to her breasts, she knew she was going to enjoy this.

  He kissed her with such a long, sweet kiss that she thought she was falling under some spell. And what she loved about his style, was how he stuck to it. He didn’t move around. He wasn’t trying to kiss her ear or her nose or her chin. He just wanted her on the mouth. And that was where she enjoyed it the most.

  “You taste good,” he was saying as he rubbed his lips against her lips and continued to kiss her. “You taste so good!”

  He was completely on top of her now, as he kissed her, and she had her arms around him. She tried to lift her head higher, in case he, like most men, wanted access to her neck, or maybe to her big breasts again, but he wanted no parts of any access. He just wanted her mouth. And he kissed that mouth with long, slow, loving kisses that made her want to cry.

  “I’m certain,” he finally said as he took breaths between kissing her,” you taste just as good in another place too.”

  She knew where this other place was, but she’d never allowed a guy to go there, and Quince never wanted to. Not ever.

  “Don’t you, Jenay?” he asked her as he again rubbed his lips against hers. “Don’t you taste good in another place too?”

  But the way he was saying it, and the way he had handled her breasts and now her mouth so masterfully, made her want to give in. But why would she allow him to do her that way, and no one else?

  But, to her own shock, she was willing to allow it. “Another place?” she asked, as if she didn’t understand.

  “Yes,” he responded in a heavy, hoarse voice. “Another place.”

  “Where?” she asked, her voice growing just as hoarse.

  “That sweet spot between your cute little thighs. There.”

  When he said there, Jenay thought she was going to swoon. But she didn’t because he didn’t delay. He moved onto his knees, and with his eyes staring lustfully into hers, he began pulling down her skirt and panties. When he completely removed them, making her completely naked, he lifted her legs, placed his hands on the back of her thighs, and opened her.

  When he saw the beauty of her vagina, the tenderness of it, his heart began to pound. And his mouth began to water. He understood the stakes. He would have her for tonight, but then he’d lose her forever. He’d go his way, and she’d go hers. Because now, as he looked at the innermost part of her body, he began to wonder if losing her would take lost to an entirely different level for him. He didn’t understand why he
felt that way, but he did.

  He took his fingers and began to rub her. The touch of his fingers, especially as they rubbed her clitoris, caused her to shiver. He could see the goose bumps form on her remarkably smooth skin. It pleased him to affect her so wonderfully. But it was nothing like the pleasure he received when he moved down, and his tongue replaced those fingers. Because as soon as he licked her one time, just once, he was a goner. Even she arched her body at just that one lick. How in the world, they both wondered, were they going to get through this?

  Not that they were in any hurry. They weren’t. They were two adults enjoying this night together. Jenay closed her eyes and clasped her hands over her head as he did her. She’d never had it done this way before. She’d never felt a man’s tongue this intimately. But she was loving Charles’s tongue. He was licking her in a way that made her feel as if he was licking the most precious spot in the world to him. And she was so moist that every time he licked up a part of her wetness, he’d press his tongue against his upper lip as if he was savoring the taste. And she was pleased that he was the first. Those guys from her past wouldn’t have had a clue. They would view oral as a way to get her ready for their overused dicks. But Charles viewed it as an event all its own. Jenay loved his view.

  And when he took his fingers and opened her slit, and his tongue coast its’ way into her folds, she literally sat up in bed. Charles quickly placed his hands beneath her ass to keep that excellent access he was loving so completely. She laid back down and he licked deep into her, with slow strokes, until he was ready. And once he licked her long enough and was completely ready, he began to eat her.

  Jenay let out a guttural exhale as his mouth went down on her. It was so painful, and so pleasurable that she didn’t know what to do. She tried to squeeze the sheets, to keep her body down, but then she’d lift her body when he placed her flesh between his teeth. And he licked and ate until she couldn’t take it. She was about to cum.

  He knew it too because he quickly got up, slung off his briefs, revealing a penis so hard it looked unbendable. But it bent. Right into a condom, and then right into her pussy. And as soon as he entered her, as soon as he touched her there, they both felt a tremble.

  Charles knew it was going to be good. He knew any kind of sex with Jenay Franklin had to be good. But this was beyond belief. He was pushing into her in a way that made him feel as if he’d never had anything like it. Her tightness, her ridges, the way she made him glide and then freeze in the friction, was like sex on steroids. He looked at her. Could she feel it too? And as soon as he saw her eyes, and how they were slowly narrowing, he knew the answer. She was feeling it too.

  “So tight,” he said to her in a breathless voice. “So tight.”

  And when he laid on top of her, as his strokes fell into a romantic rhythm, he wrapped his arms around her, nearly lifting her from the bed and into his arms.

  This was what Jenay had been hoping for. Mind-blowing sex. She’d never had it before. Quince and none of those boys from her past had a clue. It was everything she’d ever dreamed sex could be. And Charles, she thought, as she looked at him. He was fucking her so hard! He was grunting and moaning and shoving it into her as if his life depended on making her cum.

  His strokes were as calming as they were ferocious. Neither one of them could believe just how ferocious. He was fucking her and she was taking every stroke of his dick as if it was the most pleasurable activity they had ever experienced.

  And then she came. She came with an orgasm that hurt in its intensity. She scratched his back as she held on. Because he wouldn’t slow down. He wouldn’t give her a breather. He wouldn’t let her come down from the mountain his sex had put her on. He kept grunting, he kept saying how tight she was, he kept fucking her in a way that made her want to jump and shout.

  Charles knew it too. This was no lay-down fuck. Because, as the intensity refused to diminish, neither one of them could lay there. He lifted her into his arms and got off of the bed, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and he pressed her back against the wall.

  He fucked the shit out of her. He fucked her so hard that her ass was trying to scale the wall, and she started climaxing again. He fucked her so hard that when he came, he came with an outpouring flood so torrential, and so intense, that he buckled, nearly lost all ability to breathe, and then fell to his knees.

  And as he touched down, she still had her legs wrapped around him, and was still clutching him, and feeling him. He was still deep inside of her. She was still in his arms.

  After they remained on the floor for several minutes, unable to move, they finally regulated their breathing. And Charles finally found the strength to stand up, and carry her into the bathroom.

  He placed her naked body on the countertop and ran warm water over a washcloth.

  “I didn’t hurt you?” he asked her.

  Was he kidding, she wondered. “No,” she said. She wanted to add that it was wonderful, but she didn’t.

  He opened her legs, and began to wipe her clean.

  Jenay was leaning back, with her eyes closed and her feet up on the vanity, as she enjoyed something supposedly as mundane as getting cleaned. But Charles was doing it. And something about his touch. . .

  When she finally opened her eyes, she saw him standing there, discarding his condom by tossing it in the toilet. But instead of that being the end of it, he was putting on another one. His eyes moved down to that swollen, inflamed area between her legs. He stared at her, and his heartbeat began to quicken again.

  And when he looked into her eyes, to let her know of his intentions, that heat hit her again like a backdraft of fire. He tossed the cloth aside. Then he pulled her by her thighs until her ass was on the edge of the counter, and shoved his dick inside of her with a push so mighty that it caused her to inhale as if he’d taken her underwater. It wasn’t until he started fucking her, that she exhaled.

  They weren’t trying to be sexy this time. They weren’t trying to take it slow and easy. They were rough. He was pushing deeper and deeper into her, and she was begging for even more. And he gave her more. He took her in a way he’d never taken any woman before. He possessed her. Every inch of her. It was so passionate, and so heightened, that they came within minutes. It couldn’t be sustained any longer. They came. They’d come before this night, especially Charles. Many times before.

  But nothing like this.

  The next morning, when she woke up in bed, she fully expected him to be long gone. It was a good night, but now it was good riddance. But although he was fully dressed and was seated in the chair near her bed, he was still there. She continued to lay there when she saw him.

  “I thought you said you had to take care of business this morning,” she said.

  “I do.”

  She waited for him to say more about it, but he didn’t. He, instead, continued to stare at her.

  “How do you feel?” he asked her.

  “I feel . . . pretty good.”

  “No aftershocks from that accident last night?”

  “No. No aftershocks.”

  What about the aftershocks from their mating, he wanted to ask. The kind he was feeling. The kind that caused him to stay and stare, rather than do as he always did after one night stands, and leave. “What caused your late start, Jenay?”

  Jenay didn’t understand his change of direction. “My late start?”

  “You’re thirty-two just beginning your career. That’s late.”

  She knew it too. And a part of her was unaccustomed to someone being so blunt about it. But he was right. “The plan,” she said, “was to get him through law school, and then he was going to be able to support the family and send me to school. And it worked. At least half of it. His half,” she said with a weak smile.

  But Charles wasn’t smiling at all. “How long were you married to the guy?”

  “Seven years.”

  “And he got that seven year itch.”

  “No. He got a better of
fer. A woman who could support him in the lifestyle he wanted. It had nothing to do with any itches.”

  Charles nodded. He was pleased she didn’t fall for that cliché. “You have no children of your own?” he asked her.

  She hesitated. “No,” she said. “We tried, but it never happened. Since he had two kids, we had no choice but to assume I was the reason. I’ll probably never have any children.”

  “You want children?”

  “I want . . .,” she started, and then stopped. Then she started again. “I want to get going, you know? A career first, because I need to be able to support myself. And then I’ll see. It’s too much to think about a career and a family at this point. First things first.”

  “What about your family? Your parents? They must be proud of you. Are they coming to your graduation ceremony?”

  “They live in California.”

  “So what?”

  “They can’t get away.”

  “Bullshit,” Charles quickly said. “Their daughter is graduating college. That’s a big damn deal.”

  “Not to them. I’m graduating from a two-year trade school, in essence, when they expected me to graduate from an Ivy League school the way they had. My mother said it best: ‘It’s not as if you’re graduating from med school or law school, or even a real college.’” Jenay then smiled.

  Charles stared at her. If the pain was there, she was masking it well.

  “I’m afraid I’ve been a grave disappointment to my folks,” she said. “Everything they wanted me to do, I did the opposite.”

  “You sound like my sons.”

  She laughed. “They told me to stay clear of my ex-husband,” she continued, “but I wouldn’t listen. They told me that if I had to have him, at least go to college first and get a degree. Do me, was how my mother put it. But I married him and took to raising his two girls instead. They told me to never rely on a man as long as I lived. I was twenty-two and relying completely on a man.” Then she hesitated. “I was young and dumb and wouldn’t listen. Point blank period. And I paid for it.”