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

by Mallory Monroe

  Quince’s smile was withdrawn, and so was his extended hand. This guy was not as country dumb as Arianna led him to believe he was.

  “He can’t possibly be that ex-husband,” Charles continued. “He couldn’t be that stupid. After how he treated you, he couldn’t be stupid enough to show his face around you again.”

  “Apparently he is,” Jenay admitted. “Because he’s the only ex-husband I have.”

  “I think, however,” Quince said, attempting to defend himself, “anytime there’s a divorce, especially a less than amicable divorce, both parties are a little at fault.”

  “Not in your divorce,” Charles said. “You were one hundred percent the asshole in that divorce.”

  “And you know this how?” Quince snapped. “You weren’t there.”

  “I know Jenay doesn’t play with people’s emotions the way you played with hers. So knock off the boy scout routine. What do you want?”

  Jenay knew Quince wasn’t accustomed to anyone talking to him as if he was his equal, but if he planned to deal with her, he had better get used to it.

  “I wanted to talk to Jenay about her stepchildren.”

  “Her stepchildren?” Charles asked. “You mean those two little girls you court-ordered her to stay away from? Those stepchildren?”

  A waitress arrived and placed Jenay and Quince’s drinks on the table. “Good morning, Big Daddy.” The waitress looked flustered. “I mean Mr. Sinatra. May I take your order, sir?”

  “Nothing for me,” Charles said without looking away from Quince.

  “Yes, sir,” the waitress said, and gladly left.

  Quince smiled. “Big Daddy? What’s that about?”

  But Charles wasn’t deterred. “Why would you suddenly care so much about your daughters that you would come all this way to Maine to tell Jenay about them?”

  “I was passing through, for your information,” Quince said. “That’s number one. And number two,” he added and looked at Jenay, “they’ve endured a lot of tragedy lately. They need you.”

  “Tragedy?” Jenay asked. “What tragedy? Your divorce from Vernita?”

  “That, yes. It was very tough on them. But also their mother. She passed away a couple days ago.”

  Jenay’s heart dropped. Even Charles was surprised to hear that twist. He placed his hand around Jenay’s waist. “She died?” Jenay asked. “My goodness, Quince. What happened to her?”

  “Car accident. It was really bad. She apparently fell asleep behind the wheel and went over a cliff. It was awful. She and I didn’t get along, but she was still the mother of my children.”

  “Of course,” Jenay said.

  Charles continued to stare at Quince. “What do you want from Jenay?”

  Quince looked at Jenay. “The girls are in a bad state, Jenay,” he said. “Really bad. You know I wouldn’t bring it up if they didn’t need you. If I didn’t have to handle some business in Canada, in Quebec, I would have never left their side. I was going to lay over here tonight, and then get a flight out in the morning. But fate had me to come into this particular hotel, in this particular town, on this day, and see you again. I mean, what are the chances of that happening?”

  “Yeah,” Charles responded. “What are the chances of all of those things lining up so neatly for you? It’s the kind of chance that’s more like a fat chance than fate.”

  Quince was angry now. “I’m talking to Jenay!” he blared.

  “And I’m talking to you motherfucker!” Charles blared back, causing some in the café to look at him. “Who do you think you are? You treated my wife like she was made of stone when you were married to her, and you expect me to appreciate your reappearance in her life? You wouldn’t even give her a kid. Had her thinking something was wrong with her. That’s the kind of twisted fuck you are! So excuse me if I doubt everything you say, including this so-called great need your daughters have for her now.”

  “Charlie stop!” Jenay said. “He wouldn’t use his own children like that.”

  “Tell him, Nay!”

  “He was a lot of awful things to me,” Jenay continued, ignoring Quince, “but he loved his girls.” Then Jenay looked at Quince. “But I fully understand his doubt. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you either. So answer my husband’s question. What do you want from me?”

  “I want you to come and see about the girls.”

  Like hell, Charles thought.

  “I’m heading back to Richmond tomorrow.”

  “Richmond?” Jenay asked.

  “That’s where we live now. Just after I married Vernita she got a position there, so we moved there. So I’ll be heading home tomorrow. There’s probably seats still on that flight. You can fly out there with me if you care to.”

  “She doesn’t,” Charles made clear.

  Quince wanted to fight back. That was his natural instinct. But he also knew he had to remain focused on the goal. He already hit a nerve with Jenay. Since that was all he was after with this initial visit, he was satisfied. He knew he needed to quit while he was ahead. “Anyway,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’m going to see if I can get a room in this establishment and get me some shuteye.”

  “Find another establishment,” Charles said.

  Quince frowned. “You can’t tell me where I can lay my head.”

  Charles looked at him. “You aren’t laying it here. Not in my hotel. Find another place.”

  Quince smiled. “So you own this?” He began nodding. “Now I see why Jenay’s with your sorry ass. Brother’s got himself some Benjamins. Well that explains it now.”

  Charles nor Jenay saw his play at humor funny. “Get lost,” Charles said.

  Quince looked at Jenay. “The girls really need you, that’s all I know. They don’t need any phone call from you. They don’t need any video chat. They need to see you. They need to see that somebody other than me still cares about them.”

  A frown appeared on his face. A worried, concerned frown. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a pad and then leaned down and wrote a phone number on a napkin. “My flight leaves at ten tomorrow morning,” he said as he wrote. “If you want to do the right thing, and come and see about them, give me a call.” He slid the number over to Jenay. Then he looked at Charles. “And don’t worry Sugar Daddy, or whatever they call you around here. I’m leaving. You don’t want the competition. I understand. But I’m not doing this for me, I’m doing this for my daughters.” Then Quince smiled, and then left.

  Jenay leaned back, let out a deep exhale, and covered her face. Then she removed her hands. Charles could see the anguish in her big, expressive eyes.

  “Come on,” he said, standing up and reaching for her hand. “Let’s go home.”

  Jenay took Charles’s hand and slid out of the booth, but she also took the napkin with her.

  They sat in the tub inside their master bathroom and sipped wine. Jenay was seated on Charles’s lap, with her back against his stomach. His penis lay snugly outside of her vagina, although neither one of them expected it to remain there for long. Especially since Charles sat his glass of wine on the tub’s wine tray, and was now caressing her breasts. It was the end of another long day. Their daughter was sound asleep, their daughter’s nanny was on the job, and Quince Franklin was on both their minds.

  “I couldn’t believe it was him,” Jenay said.

  Charles kissed her on her shoulder as he fondled her breasts. “Don’t worry about him,” he said. “He wants you back. That’s all his little fat chance visit is all about.”

  “I’m sure that’s not it, Charlie. Why would he suddenly want me back after all these years? He’s the one who threw me away.”

  “And it was the biggest mistake of his life. And he knows it now. I saw that pathetic look in his eyes when he looked at you. He’s fallen for you almost as bad as I have.”

  Jenay smiled. “I’m sure that’s not it,” she said again.

  “Well whatever it is,” Charles said, rubbing his nose against h
er neck, and loving the sweet smell of her, “it’s his problem. And he will not make his problem our problem. Understand?”

  Jenay leaned into his rub, and the feeling of his big, powerful hands squeezing and fondling her breasts. And his ribbed abs and hard chest against her back. And his dick expanding and throbbing and beginning to rub against the outer reaches of her vagina. She was forgetting about Quince with the quickness, and was now in the mood. “Understood,” she said.

  She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, and Charles began kissing her with a desperation he didn’t think he would have at this point in his marriage. But when he saw his wife with that great looking guy, and he realized the guy was that man she once loved with all of her heart, it did something to him. Before this day, he had never felt threatened by any man regarding Jenay. He only had eyes for her, and he believed in his heart of hearts that she only had eyes for him. But today, he felt that threat. He felt it as plainly as he felt the nose on his face. And that was why he was kissing her so desperately. Nobody was taking her away from him. Especially not some blast from the past egotist like Quince Franklin who almost destroyed her in the first place.

  Charles moved his hands from her breasts to her vagina and began massaging and fingering her as they kissed. Jenay placed the bottom of her feet on the top of his knees and opened her legs wider as he massaged her and kissed her and made her wet and sticky and ready to receive him.

  And when he put his hard, thick penis inside of her, and he pushed it in with one long, slow thrust, she felt as if she was being filled to capacity with a member as alive as the breath in her body. And when he started fucking her, and his thickness caused him to have to struggle to gain an inch of movement, she arched her back as he kept moving deeper in. She placed both of her hands around his neck, and enjoyed the ride. He was grunting because of the heightened feelings of the tightness and the struggle to stroke, and she was groaning as she felt the hot sensation of his dick engulf her pussy as if it was igniting it.

  They made love. He found his rhythm and for nearly half an hour he stroked her and squeezed her breasts and kissed her unrelentingly. The water was splashing uncontrollably as his strokes increased, and any thoughts of Quince Franklin faded into oblivion. All she could think about was Charles, and his penis, and how totally consuming his sex was. He knew how to do her. He left no room for anybody else.

  Yet, he woke up early that next morning to find Jenay fully dressed and tossing clothes into a suitcase. He was still groggy and sleepy, but he still could see how flawless she looked in her powder blue pantsuit, and how her thick hair was pulled up into an elegant, tasteful bun. Such a hairstyle exposed the sleek bone structure of her beautiful brown face, and highlighted her beautiful gray eyes. But then he looked back down, at the suitcase.

  He found himself yawning as he began to speak. “What’s that about?” he asked her.

  “I’m going to see the girls,” she said.

  “And when did you decide this?”

  Jenay hesitated. “Earlier.”

  Charles waited for her to say more, but nothing more came. She seemed to think about saying more in her hesitation, but she didn’t. She continued to pack.

  Charles closed his eyes again, as he was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination and could barely shake his sleepiness, but then he thought about Jenay going to Richmond like that, and he woke back up. He removed the covers from off of his naked body, slung his feet out of bed, and sat up on the edge of the bed. He ran his hands through his wavy black hair, and then looked at his wife. “I thought I told you that you weren’t having anything to do with that.”

  “I know what you told me.”

  “And despite what I said you’re going to go and catch a flight with that guy anyway?”

  “I’m not catching any flight with Quince. I told him I’d fly down and see the girls later this afternoon. I’m going to catch the one o’clock flight and should get into Richmond around four or five. But I have to take care of things at the Inn before I leave. And make sure Nita’s going to be okay.”

  Charles couldn’t believe how simple she was making it out to be. “So just like that you’ve made up your mind?”

  Jenay nodded. “Yes.”

  “So no matter what you’re going?”

  “I have to go, Charles.”

  “You don’t have to do shit!” Charles shot back with a frown on his face. He was usually in a foul mood early mornings anyway, that was why he avoided contact with people this early, but Jenay left him no choice. “Don’t tell me what you have to do,” he added. “That man didn’t give a damn about you or those girls or anybody else but himself when he requested that court order. He didn’t want you around those children, although you were probably the best thing that ever happened to those children, because of some woman he wanted to marry. What kind of father would do that to his own kids? A selfish sonafabitch, that’s what kind!”

  “Okay, you’re right,” Jenay said. Although it sounded as if she was conceding the point, Charles also knew that such a concession wasn’t going to change her mind. “Everything you’re saying is right. He was more concerned for himself than his children when he initiated that court order. He treated me like a dog who didn’t matter and I will always hold that against him. But I can’t hold it against those girls. He’s allowing me to see them now, to reestablish contact with them after all these years, and I’m not going to lose this chance.”

  “So fuck how I feel,” Charles said. “Is that what you’re saying?”

  “This is bigger than how you feel,” Jenay responded, “or how I feel, or how Quince feels. This is about the girls. I’ve got to make sure they’re okay. Their mother just died. He divorced their stepmother. I’ve got to eyeball those girls and make sure they’re okay. I have to see them for myself.”

  “And if their father filled their heads with lies about you and they don’t want to have anything to do with you?”

  “I pray that’s not the case, but if it is then fine. I can’t do anything about how they feel. But I’ve got to try.”

  Charles stared at her. “You really care about those children, don’t you? Even though they aren’t your flesh and blood.”

  “I care,” Jenay admitted. “Their mother just died and Quince says they need me right now. I have to see for myself if that’s true.”

  “And if it is true?” Charles asked. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Jenay didn’t hesitate. “Everything within my power to help them.”

  “Which means you’ll do anything to help them. Even though they aren’t your flesh and blood.”

  “I’d do the same thing for your sons if something were to happen to you. I’d make sure each and every one of them were okay, and they knew that I was there for them.”

  “Including Donald?” Charles asked.

  “Especially Donald,” Jenay responded. “Because I know you would want it that way. You would be concerned about your other sons, but you wouldn’t be able to rest in peace until you knew your baby boy was okay.”

  Charles’s heart swelled with emotion as he looked at Jenay. And he knew she spoke the truth. Donald was an asshole when it came to the way he treated Jenay, but she’d stand behind him because he was Charles’s asshole. He was Charles’s son.

  He reached over and grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand.

  “Who are you calling?” she asked him.

  “Mary,” he said. Then he laid on his back, and began almost absently rubbing his dick. “Looks like my sleepy ass is going to Virginia.”

  Jenay smiled. Then she thought about their baby. “But who’s going to take care of Bonita if you go too? I know she has a nanny, but we can’t leave our daughter with a nanny only.”

  But Charles had already thought of that too. “I’m going to call Tony after I hang up with Mary,” he said. “He’ll take care of her.”

  Jenay smiled. It always amazed her how he knew exactly which one of his sons wa
s best for a particular job. Because Tony would have been her first choice too. But it was more than just that. The idea that Charles would drop everything and go to Richmond with her warmed her heart. She really loved that man! Then she looked at him as he continued to massage his dick in that sometimes absentminded way he often did. She thought about how great it felt inside of her last night, and how wonderfully it took all of her cares away, even if only for that brief period. She moved over to the bed, knelt down, and took his penis out of his hand, and put it into hers.

  Charles felt a surge of joy throughout his entire body when her tongue began to lick him. She didn’t have to pleasure him, and they both knew she didn’t have to, but for her to do it anyway pleased him mightily. And the way she did him. Nobody could do him better. He began to get hard almost immediately. The way she licked the hard ridges of his rod, and faux bit the sensitive underside of his balls, and the way she took him halfway, and then all the way down her throat. It was an unbelievably satisfying way to face the day. He was so enthralled with the way she did him that when Mary finally came onto the phone, he could barely speak. “Cancel my appointments,” he grunted out.

  “All of them, sir?” Mary asked.

  “All of them,” he grunted in response, and then tossed his phone onto the bed as his muscles strained with electricity. He was in love and in lust both at the same time, and that kind of combination was lethal. Just the thought of it made him want to cum.

  But he held on. He was loving the feeling too much. And Jenay, who never disappointed him, took her wifely duties to an entirely different level.

  “That’s my sweetie,” Charles couldn’t stop saying, as she went down on him hard.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  “She’s on her way,” Arianna Sinatra said to Quince as she flipped-closed her Motorola cell phone. “Ed is following her every movement. She just left the airport in a rental car, and is on her way.” They were in the living room of a three-bedroom home Quince was renting. “It’s now or never time,” she added.