BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2

by Mallory Monroe

  “Yuk,” young Denise said like an embarrassed teenager, and Charles laughed. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked his wife.

  “Your faithfulness,” Jenay said. Norm and Denise were stunned that she would tell him the truth.

  Charles, however, wasn’t stunned at all. “Oh yeah?” he said. “So you were wondering if I was cheating on you?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Actually,” Denise said, “I made the comment that all men cheat. In my view.”

  But Charles shook his head. “Impossible,” he said.

  Denise frowned. “What’s so impossible about it?”

  “I’m not dead yet. If I cheated on Jenay, I would not be alive to talk about it. That’s for damn sure.”

  At first they all smiled, and then they all laughed. People looked at their lively table, Charles noticed those arrogant looks, but he and Jenay both ignored them. They were having fun. And they continued throughout the evening.

  After dinner, they all piled into the new car Charles had just purchased for her, a dark-red Mercedes S-class. Although Jenay had resisted such a purchase, she had to admit now that she was pleased. She, in fact, was still excited about driving it when Charles automatically got behind the wheel and drove it himself. He drove them all to the B & B where Norm and Denise had rooms. Jenay had some papers she needed to get out of her office, and then she and Charles were going to head home to their little girl, so Charles went inside too.

  Norm and Denise stood around the front desk laughing and talking with the desk clerk while Charles placed his hands in his pockets and walked around the lobby looking at the beautiful artwork Jenay had installed. The place looked a hundred times better since she was in charge, and he was proud of her. He reminded himself to tell her so.

  But when she came out of her office, and he saw her talking with her friends, his heart began to melt. She was smiling as if she was the happiest woman in the world, and it warmed him to his soul to see her so happy. He looked down the length of her, at her smoking hot body, and back into her cheerful face, and he knew he had to have her. Not later tonight. Not as soon as they got home. Now.

  He removed his hands from his pockets and hurried toward her. She saw him coming, and she also saw that look in his eyes.

  He took her by the hand. “Excuse us,” he said, and began walking her toward the elevators. Norm, Denise and the desk clerk were all watching them, and they all had their own ideas as to why he was suddenly in such a hurry to get her upstairs, but Charles didn’t care. And Jenay didn’t ask. She rode the elevator with him to the top floor, to the for their use only presidential suite, and as soon as they walked in, and he locked the door, he was on her.

  He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his body, and they kissed as he carried her to the bedroom.

  “I couldn’t wait,” Charles said breathlessly as he kissed her passionately.

  “Good,” Jenay replied, as she kissed him with equal passion.

  When they made it to the huge bed, he lifted her blouse and bra over her head and tossed them aside, and removed his tie and shirt and tossed them too. Then he laid her on the bed, got on top of her, and began sucking her big breasts mercilessly.

  He hadn’t been away from her so long that he should have felt needy, but that was exactly how he felt. He needed her. He needed to feel the texture of her breasts, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her body. And when her breasts became red and sore, he moved back up to her mouth, kissing her long and lovingly again.

  Jenay could feel his hardening penis even through the fabric of his pants as he rubbed against her while he kissed her. By the time he removed her panties and pulled down his own pants and briefs, his penis was so hard it nearly punctured her skin. It was so hard that he needed no hands to guide it into her pussy. It went on its own, pushed in, and caused her to open her legs wider to feel the total sensation of his fullness.

  They made love in that hotel suite with no concern for any walls. They moaned and sighed and listened to the sounds of his pre-cum and her wetness as he moved along her ridges. The tightness made him feel as if he was penetrating her for the very first time.

  He held her in his arms and fucked her long and hard. He had fantasized about being with her last night, as he laid awake in his hotel room, and now, tonight, he had her in his arms. Her heels were still on her feet, and her legs were high in the air, as he stroked her. He held her tighter. He kissed her again and fucked her harder and harder. It was the kind of lovemaking that dreams were made of. It made him feel unhinged with desire. Because he was fucking Jenay. His Jenay. The most enchanting woman in the world. He couldn’t describe how fortunate he felt.

  He became so engrossed in his own excitement that he came. Before her. Something he worked tirelessly to never do. But he did it this time. He had spasms and poured out and couldn’t stop himself from cumming. It felt so good and was so strong that he couldn’t think about anything else but cumming. He came. He came hard.

  When he finally came back down to himself and looked at Jenay, he realized that she hadn’t cum yet. She was on the verge, her eyes were hooded, but she hadn’t gotten there yet. His penis wanted to begin its’ retreat, but he refused to let it. He was going to make her cum if it was the last thing he did. And he fought it. He kept stroking her, and pushing deeper inside of her. The more he pushed and stroked, the more hooded her eyes became.

  And soon, to his relief, he was fucking her again. He was regaining his erection and was putting it on her just as hard as he put it on her before. His cum was sloshing inside of her, draining out, but he kept putting it on her. And then she came. As hard as he had cum. And, as if the natural order of things were back in line, he came after her. And not in a small way either. He poured out yet again.

  After they both had cum, Charles managed enough strength to roll her on top of himself.

  She smiled and rubbed the back of her hand across his strong jaw. “Twice,” she said. “You sly devil you.”

  Charles laughed. He was so proud of himself, and so pleased to be her man, that he could hardly contain his joy.

  Norm and Denise were still laughing and talking with the desk clerk by the time Charles and Jenay made it back downstairs. Denise elbowed Norm as they approached them.

  “He had a tie on when they went upstairs,” Denise whispered to him. “Now it’s missing.”

  “You need to quit,” Norm said with a smile. “And look at her blouse,” he added his own observation. “Wrinkled.”

  Denise smiled. She knew she could depend on Norm.

  “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Jenay said. “Bright and early.”

  “Goodnight,” Charles added, and they were off.

  As soon as they walked out, Norm looked at Denise and they both laughed.

  Then Norm shook his head. “She is so lucky. I’d give my right arm to have a man like that.”

  “I have a man like that,” Denise said. “He just won’t come to his senses.”

  “I know you’re not talking about Mark. I know that man you called a dirty dog yourself is not who you mean.”

  Denise smiled. “That’s my business,” she said. “Not yours.”

  And then she headed for the elevators, like a woman with a secret.

  When she got into her room, she cried.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Brent and Tony met for lunch at the Hot Spot the next day. But instead of small talking with Tony, Brent found himself looking for Denise. When he finally found her, serving her customers, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Even as Kerstin, his ex-girlfriend, came into the cafe and gave him one of her cold looks, his attention kept floating back to Denise. Especially when she came to their table to take and then to bring their food order. But she kept it purely professional both times. No small talk like before. No joking around with either one of them. All business. She gave them their orders and took off, to serve her other customers. Brent figured it was because of
Tony’s unartful comment about Brent’s desire to have his way with her the first time he saw her, although Tony was certain that wasn’t it. But whatever the reason, Brent still couldn’t stop watching her.

  He was watching her so hard that Tony noticed it. “Gosh, bro,” he said, “you’re getting kind of obvious there, don’t you think?”

  Brent didn’t care. “What do you think?” he asked as he continued to watch Denise. The more he watched, the more his interest in her grew. And he wasn’t kidding himself. It was purely physical. He didn’t know her from Adam yet, what else could it be? He liked the way she looked. Especially her face. Her face made her body pop. Her gorgeous, dark-skinned face made her move to the head of the line as far as he was concerned. Other girls around there had it going on too, but her combination seemed more lethal. As she bent, as she moved, he could only imagine just how tight she was. He couldn’t stop thinking how she would feel beneath him, and how she would taste when he opened up all of that tightness.

  As Tony talked, and as other girls stopped by their table to see if they could make some inroads with either brother, Brent’s attention kept going back to Denise.

  Even Kerstin noticed it. She stared daggers at Denise. But Denise also noticed how it was the flunkies at her table who did her dirty work for her. Whenever Denise went to their table to take or deliver their orders, she was met with derisive comments by the flunkies. Kerstin never said a thing, but Denise knew the mean girl game better than most. The so-called popular girls tried to recruit her all through high school, but she kept turning them down. So they turned on her too.

  But Kerstin’s displeasure only further confirmed for Denise what she’d been wondering all along. Her interest in Brent was reciprocated. He was attracted to her maybe as much as she was to him. So despite the cool reception of the so-called it girls, Denise was pleased. Why was she so pleased, considering the fact that she was still pining over Mark, was the question.

  And then, after lunch, when she was handing Brent the bill and turning to head back toward the kitchen, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. She looked at his big, smooth hand on her small arm, and then she looked into those seductive, piercing eyes. Her heartbeat quickened.

  “What time do you get off?” he asked her.

  She had a sudden feeling that she should tell him to get lost. “Six,” she said instead. “I don’t have to close tonight.”

  “How about I swing back, pick you up, and we go for a drive? Or out to dinner if you prefer?”

  Denise knew Norm and Jenay wouldn’t prefer it at all, and Stephie wouldn’t like it either since she had a thing for Brent too. But Denise was developing an itch lately that was screaming to be scratched. And here was a gorgeous hunk ready, willing, and undoubtedly able to scratch the hell out of it. And those damn sexy eyes of his! What was a girl to do?

  But she wasn’t in Maine to pick up some man and get her heart broken again. Especially if that man was her best friend’s stepson and a player to boot given the attention these girls around town gave to him. But even with all of that, it was still a close call for Denise. But she decided against it. For now.

  “Thanks for the offer,” she found herself saying, “but I’ll take a pass. You guys have a nice evening.”

  Tony couldn’t believe it. After she left their table, he leaned forward and stared at his brother. “She turned you down?” He had a look of astonishment on his otherwise handsome face.

  Brent looked at the bill and pulled out his wallet. It hurt, but he wasn’t telling Tony that. “Whatever,” he said.

  “But . . . she turned you down, Brenton! She turns me down all the time, and every other guy around here, but she turned you down? You?” Then Tony smiled. “I love her!”

  Brent stood up and tossed two twenties onto the table. “Then you pay the bill, lover boy,” he said.

  Tony laughed. But then he looked at the bills Brent had just tossed onto the table. “Forty bucks?” He stood up. “You’re leaving the girl who turned you down a forty dollar tip?”

  “Just pay the bill,” Brent said, and left the café.

  He went outside as the afternoon sun gave way to an overcast sky. The Hot Spot restaurant was inside the Jericho Inn but its entrance and exit backed up onto a busy Jericho thoroughfare. And as soon as Brent walked out onto the sidewalk, he was accosted by various residents who had issues with his father or issues with the police department, or both, and they wanted to know what Brent was going to do about it. But Brent had no answers to give them. He was just standing in front of the café waiting on his brother. And even with the questions and all of the activity around him, he still found himself thinking about Denise.

  He even turned and looked through the café’s window in search of her. And when he found her, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Contrary to what Tony believed, he’d been turned down by girls before, many times before. It was no big deal to him. And whenever it happened he would forget the girl who turned him down, and pick up another one.

  But for some reason that turn down, by that girl, bothered him. He didn’t want to forget her. He didn’t want somebody else. He wanted her. And as he stared at her as she took more orders and delivered more food to various tables, he wondered why did her turndown bother him so, and why did he want her above anybody else. She wasn’t the only fish in the sea. Hell, there were more fish than he could ever attempt to catch in Jericho. But there was something about her that made him want to keep at it. She tugged at his heart. It shouldn’t be possible. He didn’t know that girl and the only reason he wanted her was a sexual one. But that odd feeling was there too.

  “Brent? Brent? Brenton!”

  Brent finally realized somebody was standing on the sidewalk attempting to get his attention. He turned to the sound. To his surprise, it was Kerstin. He didn’t realize she had come out of the café.

  “Didn’t you hear me?” She had a disgusted look on her pretty face.

  Brent’s look toward her wasn’t loving either. “If I would have heard you I would have said something. What do you want?”

  Tony came out of the café too. “Hey, Kerse,” he said, as he began walking toward Brent.

  But Kerstin ignored Tony’s greeting. She only had eyes for Brent. “What was that about?” she asked him.

  “What was what about?”

  “You flirting with that waitress.” She folded her arms. “What was that about?”

  Brent frowned. “That’s none of your business. That’s what it was about. None of your business.”

  “Are you fucking her?”

  Tony playfully placed his hand on his heart. “The language!” he admonished.

  But Brent didn’t find it playful, nor serious. He found it annoying. “Go back inside with your flunkies, Kerstin,” he said.

  “You can do way better than her,” Kerstin insisted.

  “Yeah, sure,” Brent said dismissively. “Go back inside.”

  Kerstin fumed as she looked at him. But she went back inside.

  “Even after you dump’em,” Tony said, “they still obey you.” Tony shook his head. “Must be nice, big brother. Must be nice!”

  But Brent couldn’t bask in the niceness. He received a call from his partner. They had a tip, and it was all going down this afternoon.

  The drug dealing thugs scattered like roaches as soon as the patrol cars pulled in behind the warehouse. Sarge, as Brent’s men colleagues called him, was the first to jump out of the lead car and, along with his partner Marty Martin, ran for the two men they believed to be the ringleaders. The other cops jumped from their cars too and ran down the remaining criminals as if they were running down dogs. They had gotten a tip from a local informant and had the element of surprise on their side when they busted up what was supposed to be a major drug ring by a dealer brand new to the Jericho market.

  Although both of the supposed ringleaders cleared the high fence and got away, despite warning shots from Brent and Marty, Brent managed to see two o
ther thugs run into two of the elongated sheds on the property. Brent motioned to Marty to go and search the first one, and he headed for the second one.

  Brent moved like a panther through the quiet, wet unit, moving around discarded old clothes and furniture until he ended up at the back of the unit. Around a nook was the only place the thug could be hiding, and Brent was ready. He gun out and was already aiming when he waited two beats, and then hurried around what was an old armoire.

  “Police, freeze!” he yelled as he aimed at the small figure huddled in the corner. But when Brent saw that it wasn’t some drug dealing thug, but was actually his brother Robert in that corner, he was so dumbstruck that his weapon nearly fell from his hand.

  “Bobby?” he asked, unable to hide his shock.

  Robert was silently pleading with his brother as he looked his big blue eyes up at him. it was bad enough that he’d been caught red-handed. It was bad enough that he knew Chief Joffee didn’t play when it came to dealing drugs in his county, and he could face many years in prison if it went that far. But what was even worse than that was his father finding out. Because he and Brent both knew that their father would kill him if he ever found out.

  “Hey, Sarge!” Marty yelled. “You got him? I got mine!”

  Brent continued to stare at Robert. Brent continued to be amazed, and saddened, and angry at his younger brother. Brent was a cop. It was his job to get criminals like this off the streets. But this was his blood brother, his father’s son. This was different.

  “Sarge!” Marty yelled again. “You alright in there?”

  The trance was broken. Brent made his decision. “I’m fine,” he said, backing up and walking away.

  Robert exhaled, and dropped his head.

  “Where’s your collar?” Robert heard Marty asked his brother. “I thought one of them ran in there.”

  “I did too,” Brent said. And that was all he said about it.

  Robert knew that said a lot about his big brother. Brent was a law and order kind of cop, not some hotheaded, rogue cop. Robert ran his hands through his thick, blond hair and was grateful to his brother. He knew he had dodged a bullet. But he also knew his uncannily great luck wasn’t going to last forever.