“Believe that if you want,” Brent said, and continued to eat.
Jenay and Charles looked at each other and smiled. But Jenay was concerned. “Just know this, Brent,” she said. “Denise is a sweet girl. A little silly, but she’s sweet. And she was very much in love with her ex-boyfriend. He dumped her, not the other way around. Remember that. They would still be together if it was up to Dee. So please understand what you’re getting yourself into.”
Brent looked at Jenay. They were only ten years apart and therefore had a lot in common. He felt they had a bond. He appreciated her warning. “I will,” he said with a nod. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, because he really treats this waitress unlike any we’ve ever encountered,” Tony said.
“Knock it off, Tone,” Brent said.
“He asks her questions,” Tony continued, “which Brent never did in the past with a girl. They always flirt with him. Even Kerstin made the first move with him.”
“It’s because these silly girls around here chase him down,” Donald said. “I don’t know why, but they do. And whenever some of them see me at the store or someplace, they give me their phone numbers and ask me to give it to my big brother. I tell them to take a hike, or I just throw their numbers in the trash can. It’s pathetic.”
“You’re just jealous,” Tony said. “At least Brent has women interested in him. At least Brent has a good paying job.”
“Good paying? He’s a cop!”
“He’s a sergeant with the Jericho Police Department and one day he’s going to run the whole thing. Mark my words.”
“And he still won’t make as much as I can make working for Daddy.”
Brent shook his head and Tony smiled. “And that’s your problem right there,” Tony said. “You rely on Daddy, as you call him, for everything! Why can’t you get your own job? Why do you have to get a job he gives to you? Besides, didn’t you get fired today?”
“Don’t you worry about what I got,” Donald said, “since you’re wrong about everything else.”
“So you wasn’t fired today?” Tony asked.
“I’m not jealous of Brent. That’s what I’m talking about. Please. Why would I be jealous of him?”
Tony was glad to explain. He and Donald never did get along. “Because he’s a man and you’re a boy,” he said.
“Tony,” Jenay warned.
“Well it’s true,” Tony said. Brent’s a man among men. Donnie’s a boy among boys.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Donald said.
“I’m not finished,” Tony said. “Because girls find Brent attractive and they find you repulsive.”
“Tony!” Jenay warned again.
“Well they do!” Tony shot back. “They call him the weird Sinatra. The wife beater. The loser. The one with the giant-ass chip on his shoulders.”
“Who cares about these stupid girls around here?” Donald asked angrily. “They can have Brent, and you too!”
“Alright, that’s enough,” Charles said.
“These girls around here are beneath me anyway. That’s why I wouldn’t be caught dead dating a waitress. But Brent will date anybody.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Tony said in mocking of Donald, and Brent ignored them both, and ate his dinner.
It was only a few minutes later when Robert, the only missing family member, finally entered the home and made his way to the dining hall. He sat at the table beside Donald. His bruises were still visible, but not nearly as bad as they had been earlier that day.
“You look awful!” Tony said to Robert when he saw his younger brother’s face. “What fist did you run into?”
Brent looked at Robert, and Robert glanced at Brent. “None of your business,” he said to Tony. “Mind your own business.”
“I’m just pointing out a truth,” Tony said. “You look tough, brother. You look like somebody had a field day on your face.”
“Dad did,” Donald said and glanced at his father. “Dad did that to Bobby.”
Tony looked at his father, and then at his two younger brothers. “I’m sure Dad had a very good reason,” Tony said.
“He did,” Brent said. But it wasn’t something Charles was going to talk about, so the conversation died right there.
“Anyway,” Tony said, “how did your day go, Dad? I heard you got a visit from the governing board of the Jericho Yacht and Country Club this afternoon.”
Jenay looked at Charles. “Really?” she asked. “What did they want?”
“Not worth discussing,” Charles said.
Jenay understood what he meant. He was not going to discuss it in front of the entire family.
But later that night, after they had put baby Bonita to bed and they were alone in their own bed, Charles told her exactly what had transpired.
Jenay turned onto her side and looked at her husband. He was lying on his back, reading over some paperwork. He had on his reading glasses and appeared highly distracted. But she wasn’t. “You quit?” she asked him. “But why? Just because they were being obnoxious? They’re always obnoxious!”
“I quit because I’m tired of it, Jenay. It’s stupid and you and I are not participating in their stupidity. They want to restrict your club attendance and expect me to go along with it. Their wives have free reign. They have the run of the place. But my wife? They want to restrict my wife? What kind of man would I be to go along with something like that?”
Jenay nodded her head. “You’d be one sorry dude,” she agreed.
“But that’s how that entrenched mindset works,” Charles said. “They think everybody’s a fool and they’re the brilliant ones. They think they’re taking the high ground. They think they’re preserving something pure and right and good when all they’re preserving is ugly and backwards and wrong.”
Jenay understood what he was talking about. She understood it well. “I love Jericho,” she said. “I get along with practically all of the people here. They no longer look at me as this outsider, and I don’t feel like an outsider anymore. It’s just those so-called uppity mucks, the ones who feel entitled, that pull all of this stupid stuff.”
“And unfortunately,” Charles said, “because I’m one of the uppity mucks in town too, we can’t entirely divorce ourselves from them.”
Jenay thought about this. “We don’t have to,” she said.
Charles looked at her above the top rim of his reading glasses. “You’re right,” he said. “We can tell them to kiss our asses and end all participation.”
“But knowing you,” Jenay said, “there’s a reason why you continue to deal with them. Isn’t it?”
Charles appreciated how well Jenay understood him. “Yes,” he said. “If I don’t participate in the various events that affect this entire community, those businessmen would turn this town into their own little gouge machine. They’ll collude together and raise prices on everything. They will price the small businessmen out of the marketplace, and these regular folks who are working hard every day and doing what they’re supposed to do won’t stand a chance.”
Jenay stared at Charles. “So what’s the deal? What’s their ultimate goal, because apparently they have one.”
Charles liked her business savvy. He liked the fact that she saw more to the story. “Why do you figure there’s more to it?”
“Has to be,” Jenay responded. “They wouldn’t want to raise prices for the hell of it because most of the town wouldn’t be able to afford their products and services. They would be destroying themselves.”
Charles smiled. “That’s right. They would. Their ultimate goal is to drive out the working class and the poor. They’ll keep the middle class around to do the work, and for appearances sake. But they have backdoor plans to turn this town into a resort-like town for the well-to-do and the well-connected. It’s been a goal of theirs for years now. They don’t think I know about it, but I do.”
“Then what has kept them from making their goal a reality,” Jenay asked, “if they’ve been wanting to do it f
or years?”
“Land,” Charles responded. “They need land to create that kind of town. They need the land now owned by the working class and the poor residents of this town to accomplish their goals. And they’ve tried to pass everything, from raising rates to attempting to pass an eminent domain statute where they could just take those people’s land, at fair market value of course, if they could prove that it would go to the greater good of the community. Building a beautiful resort or whatever they wanted to build would service more than one family, so they could take land all day long with that broad statute. But since half of those guys rely on my businesses to keep theirs afloat, I was able to shoot that backdoor plan down too.”
Jenay suddenly realized something remarkable. She looked at her husband. “That’s why you do it, isn’t it?” she asked.
“That’s why I do what? Participate in local events?”
“That’s why you buy up so much land in Jericho. I used to wonder why you’re always buying up every piece of property that comes up for auction seem like, when you already owns so much.”
“I buy it because it’s a worthy investment. And yes, I always come in with the highest bid so that those vulture capitalists in our town cannot get their hands on any of that property. Yes,” Charles admitted. “Guilty as charged.”
Jenay smiled. She loved him.
“So you and I will continue to participate in all of the planning and steering committee meetings and whatever else we have to participate in to keep this town a family-friendly place.”
“There’s a Business Wives meeting Friday night at Pat Ackerman’s house,” Jenay said. “They put me on the steering committee. They didn’t even invite me to join the club when we first got married, even though you’re the biggest businessman in this town. I think they thought we would be divorced by now.”
Charles laughed. “Fat chance,” he said.
“And I’ll admit I wasn’t going to attend. That crowd is not my kind of people. But after listening to you, I guess I have to attend.”
“You don’t have to,” Charles said. “You don’t have to do a damn thing but remain a great mother to our children, treat my boys right, and be a great wife to me. Those are the only three things on your must do list. I have to keep my two-cents in these various meetings, I have to stay on the alert, but I’m not going to force you to do that too.”
“But I’m going to do it,” Jenay said. “I’m going to be your eyes and ears around this town when it comes to the upper crust.”
“But don’t let their smiling faces fool you,” Charles said. “They despise me and, because you’re my wife now, they despise you too.”
“But why do they despise you, Charlie? Because you don’t let them get away with their bullshit?”
“That’s a big part of it, yes. But it’s also the truth of the matter. They may be old money blue bloods, Jenay, but their money has a short leash. They don’t have that much. They hate that I’m the richest man in town. They hate that I have the most successful businesses in town. They hate that I outdid them all.”
Jenay nodded. “We still have to participate in their various meetings that affect the town and its people, but I’m glad you resigned from that country club. At least we no longer have to socialize with those fools too.”
“We do not,” Charles agreed. “And they’re hopping mad about it too.”
Jenay looked at him. “Hopping mad? Just because you resigned from the club? They can’t stand our guts. They’re probably celebrating right now.”
“I resigned,” Charles clarified, “and I took everything with me. Accept the name of course.”
Jenay didn’t understand. She stared at her husband. “What do you mean you took everything with you?”
“I kicked them off of my land.”
“Your land? What land?”
“We started that club ten years ago on land that I own. I renovated the buildings, put in those tennis courts and that dining hall and everything else. And I did it all on my dime. There’s no lease, because I charged no rent. There’s no equitable shares because I own the entire property outright. I allowed them to meet there, rent free, for a decade. Now that you’re no longer allowed full rights in that club, it’s over. I told them to take their name and hit the road. I told them to get their club off my land.”
Jenay was floored. Her husband never ceased to amaze her. “And what did they say?” she asked him.
“What could they say? They got the hell out of my office.”
Jenay laughed. “Oh, my goodness. I’ll bet you’re the talk of the town tonight!”
Charles had to smile at that too. Because he knew it was true.
Then he looked at Jenay. He was happy that she was happy. And she was. She was getting a good laugh off of those arrogant fools who thought they had her over a barrel. She was getting the last laugh off of those racist pigs who thought this was still the sixties and they were still in charge of something.
Then he looked down at her big, bare breasts, and at how they heaved with her laughter. He removed the sheet off of her lower body, revealing her firm thighs and that gateway to her womanhood he was suddenly craving. And just like that, his dick was throbbing. It wasn’t humorous to him anymore. It was sensual.
He removed his reading glasses and placed them, along with his papers, onto the nightstand. Jenay had already suspected he wanted to lick her or suck her or fuck her, or do all three to her, when he removed the sheet. But what surprised her was how suddenly he wanted to do it. One moment they were smiling and not at all serious, and now he was serious as serious could get.
He turned toward her and pulled her into his arms. She welcomed the embrace. “I don’t want to talk about them anymore,” he said. He was looking at her mouth, and then into her eyes.
“No?” she asked.
“Not for another second,” he said.
“What do you want to talk about then?” She looked down as his mouth began to move closer to hers.
“I want to talk about you and me,” he said, “and how badly I want to put my tongue down your throat, and my dick deep inside of your wet pussy.”
Jenay couldn’t help it. She licked her lips. And just like that she was in the land of sensuality too. “Then put it in, big boy,” she said.
And he did. He began tongue-kissing her so hard that she had to open her mouth wider or her jaw would lock.
From there it was her breasts. Charles spent nearly ten minutes caressing and squeezing and sucking her breasts. By the time he moved on, her buds were swollen and wet and vividly alive.
But then his mouth was between her legs, and he was opening her legs wider, and he was kissing her even more passionately than he had kissed her lips. He was sucking her even more forcefully than he had sucked her breasts. And he was licking and then eating her in such an achingly intense way that it caused her to scream out in pain and pleasure. But she screamed so loudly that they both quickly looked over at the TV screen that monitored their baby’s Nursery.
The baby was still fast asleep, and although Tess looked up as if she thought she heard something, she went back to talking on her cell phone.
And Charles moved to get back to doing his wife. But Jenay’s pussy was on fire. She knew she couldn’t take another second of his oral.
It became so intense that she found herself moving and squirming and ultimately getting out of bed to get away from his mouth. She holding onto her inflamed vagina. She wanted more, but she knew she couldn’t take anymore. But Charles pursued her. He wouldn’t let up. He placed her back against the wall and lifted her legs around his waist. His dick was stiff with rigidity and poked out at her like a ready-to-strike creature.
And when that creature entered her wetness, and it made her feel bloated with his love and sex, her eyes rolled back. And when he started stroking her, she nearly came with his very first stroke.
But she held on. Charles had taught her how to. He pushed into her and pushed into her and met the ki
nd of wonderful resistance that kept him on the verge of cum the entire time he fucked her. And he fucked her. He held her against that wall, pushed further and further inside of her, and fucked her hard.
Jenay was holding onto his wavy black hair as her small body moved up and down along the wall of their bedroom. He was grunting every time he pushed into her, and when she moved her hands down to his arms, to get a better grip as he began pounding her, she felt the veins of his rock-hard biceps as he did her. His body was pouring sweat. And when his sparkling green eyes looked at her, they were so hooded they were rolling back into his head.
“Oh the feeling baby,” he was saying to her as he fucked her. “Oh how you make me feel!”
She was feeling the same way too. It was beyond intense. It was even beyond feelings. Charles was thrashing her now. He was getting every pinch of pussy he could get out of her, and she was giving every pinch she could give. She was going to be sore later, and she knew it, by the way he was pounding her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Sexually, Charles was never very gentle with her. He was a man with a strong appetite. It took some getting used to for Jenay, but now she craved that strength. Sometimes he was easy on her, like their morning fucks, but most of the times, like this time, easy was the last thing she wanted. She wanted it hard.
He gave it to her. He put it on her the way a drummer put it on a drum. He sex-beat the hell out of her. As he pounded her she was sliding up and down against that wall so hard that she thought they were going to break it down. He must have thought the same thing too because, without stopping a single stroke, he lifted her, laid her on their bed, got on top of her, and continued to pound her and pound her and she continued to love it until they both came. Together. Jenay exposed the veins of her neck as she came. Charles exposed the veins all over his body, including his penis, as he came.
They grunted as if they had to force it out. But they weren’t trying to force it out. It was so intense, they were trying to force it back in. They could barely handle the intensity.
When it was all over, they were breathing uncontrollably. They looked at each other. Charles used to have good sex with the various women he banged. But Jenay was the only woman who blew his mind when he fucked her.
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