Big Daddy Sinatra: Carly's Cry (23 page)

“Work to turn around Saint
Catherine’s mainly.
 
But he also
mentioned that he wanted me to get close to the Sinatras.”

Tony was surprised.
 
“Get close to us?” he asked.
 
“Close to us to do what?”

“To spy.
 
To get dirt on any one of you I could.
 
But that was the choice they gave me.
 
I could go to Jericho, spy on the Sinatras,
or get fired.
 
I came here.”

“But you haven’t tried to get close
to any of us,” Tony said.
 
“Just the
opposite.”

“That’s right,” Sharon said.
 
“I couldn’t in good conscience spy on
people.
 
Especially when I don’t know
why.
 
I chose to keep my distance.”

“Has Reese or any of his people been
in touch with you?” Charles asked.

“No, sir,” Sharon said.
 
“Nobody.”

Charles leaned back.
 
Jenay and Tony looked at him.

“What do you think it means?” Jenay
asked.

“What I thought all along,” Charles
said.
 
“He’s up to something.”

 
“Anyway,” Sharon said, “I’d better get
upstairs.
 
It’s been a long day.”
 
She stood up.
 
Tony rose too.
 
Sharon looked at
Charles and Jenay.
 
“I assure you, Mr.
and Mrs. Sinatra, that I had no intention of spying on anybody.”

“And nobody’s been in touch with
you?” Charles asked her again.

“No, sir.
 
No-one.”

“Why would he asked you to do it
then,” Jenay asked, “if he wasn’t going to follow up with you?”

“I don’t know,” Sharon said.

“Maybe she was the backup plan,” Tony
suggested.
 
“Maybe Reese would rely on
her intel if he needed to.
 
Since he’s so
close to Carly, maybe he didn’t need to.”

Charles nodded.
 
“That makes sense,” he said.

“But that doesn’t,” Tony said,
looking toward the entrance.

“What doesn’t?” Charles asked.

“Uncle Mick’s in town.”

Charles and Jenay turned around and
looked toward the entrance.
 
When they
saw Mick heading their way, they were surprised too.

“Have a good evening,” Sharon said to
them, and Charles rose to his feet.

“I’ll walk you to your room,” Tony
said, and he and Sharon left.

“What in the world are you doing
here?” Charles asked Mick with a smile, shaking Mick’s hand.

“Hello there,” Jenay said.

Mick leaned down and kissed her.
 
“How are you holding up?” he asked.

“I’m good.”

“Your arm better?”

“Oh, yes.
 
All better.
 
Thanks for asking.”

“You’re welcome,” Mick said, then
Mick looked at his brother.

“What is it?” Charles asked.

“There’s a connection,” Mick said.

Charles’s smile left.
 
“With who?”

“Trevor Reese and me,” Mick said.

Charles’s heart was hammering.
 
“Sit down.”

Mick sat down.
 
Charles did too.

“We just found out that a
headmistress here in town, the woman who just left, was asked by Rees to spy on
us.”

Mick had one sleepy eye, but it
managed to stretch.
 
“To spy?
 
Why?”

“She couldn’t give an answer.
 
And she wasn’t going to do it anyway.”

“You’re sure about that?”

Charles nodded.
 
“We are.
 
Now tell us about this connection.”

Mick leaned back and crossed his
legs.
 
“We kept running into brick
walls,” he said.
 
“We couldn’t find
anything on Reese.
 
We weren’t getting
anywhere.
 
So I went back to the drawing
board.
 
I ordered my people to cross
check every prick I’ve had to . . .
handle,
and to check them against the name Reese.”

“And you got a hit?” Charles asked.

Mick nodded. “I got a hit.
 
One guy I had to put out of his misery, a
small time hood I used to run with back in my early days in Philly.
 
It turns out he’s related to Reese.”

“Related how?” Jenay asked.

“He was his father,” Mick said.

Charles was floored.
 
“I’ll be damn,” he said.
 
“His father?”

“His father.
 
I figure he was after me all along.
 
He wants to avenge his father’s death.
 
I have too much security for a direct hit on
me.
 
That’ll be too risky.
 
He tried to sniff me out through you.”

“With that gang that couldn’t shoot
straight?
 
With Gooch and Gilda.”

“Right.
 
And anybody he could use.”

“So what happens next?” Jenay looked
from Mick to Charles.
 
Charles looked at
Mick.

“We pay Mr. Reese a visit,” Mick
said.

Trevor Reese handed her a glass of
wine and took a seat on the sofa beside her.
 
Carly already felt overwhelmed by the fact that she had come at all, and
was still digesting what she saw when she got there.

Trevor saw her troubled look as soon
as she entered his home.
 
It was her
first time this intimate with him ever.
 
They had grown closer because of their daily conversations, and the few
times he was able to get to Maine to see her.
 
But this was her first time coming to Boston to see him.
 
He knew he had to get her to relax.
 
What he had in store for her required it.

He turned his body toward her, and
crossed his legs.
 
“What are you
feeling?” he asked her.
 
“Tell me your
innermost thoughts, Carly.”

Carly had so many thoughts until she
didn’t know where to begin.
 
She turned
to him.
 
She was casually dressed, in her
shorts and tucked-in shell top.
 
It
wasn’t her original plan when she made up her mind a few days ago to come to
Boston.
 
But after that emotional morning
with her parents, and what happened with her father, she canceled those plans
earlier.
 
Trevor was disappointed, but he
did not pressure her, which she loved.

But when she decided, while standing
in that parking lot at Saint Catherine’s, that she was going to just drive on
over anyway, she didn’t bother to check into her hotel and change.
 
Afraid she would change her mind again,
Trevor told her to drive straight to his place.
 
He would take her to her hotel later.
 
So she did.
 
She drove straight
over.
 
Now she was in her feelings in
ways she could hardly verbalize.
  
But he
wanted her to do just that.

She looked at him.
 
He was casually dressed too, in a pullover
shirt, a pair of black slacks, and with an expensive Rolex on his wrist as the
only apparel that revealed his wealth.
 
But his wealth appeared to be extensive.
 
From the looks of his home alone, it was even more extensive than Carly
had realized.
 
And with his big, violet
eyes and his long, thick black hair that flowed down his back, he looked like a
Viking to Carly.
 
Like some exotic
superhero.
 
And sexy as hell.
 

“Tell me, Carly,” Trevor
insisted.
 
“What are you feeling right
now?”

“I feel a little overwhelmed,” Carly
admitted, “to tell you the truth.”
 
She
never felt comfortable discussing her feelings.
 
And she still didn’t, but she felt she could at least say that much.

Although she smiled when she admitted
her feelings, Trevor could tell she was still holding back.
 
“What overwhelms you?” he asked.

“For one thing, you have a beautiful
home.
 
It’s a palace of a home, but it’s
very beautiful.”

Trevor studied her.
 
“You are not accustomed to beautiful homes?”

Carly laughed.
 
“I am, actually.
 
I have uncles and relatives with grand homes.
 
And my father is no slouch either.”

Trevor laughed.
 
“True.”

“But,” Carly continued, “I’m not so
accustomed to being in a beautiful home like this with a man like you who,
tonight, looks nothing like the man I’m used to seeing and talking to.”

Trevor was puzzled.
 
“How do you mean?”

“I’ve never in my life seen you
dressed in anything but a business suit.”

Trevor smiled.
 
“Oh, right.”

“I’ve never seen you so relaxed
either.
 
Even when you come to visit me
in Jericho, you always look like my old boss.
 
Now you look like . . .”

Trevor stared at her.
 
“Like what, Carly?”

Carly decided to just say it. “Like
my friend,” she said.

Trevor was offended that she would
refer to him with such a bland characterization.
 
He had enough fucking friends.
 
Why would he need her to be another one?
 
But he also knew Carly.
 
He knew, for her, being here at all was a
major step.
 
He was not a patient man,
but he suspected all along he would have to be patient with her.
 
But there were limits.
 
“Drink your wine,” he said.
 
“I will not appear so intimidating to you
after that.”

Carly laughed, but she didn’t touch
the wine.
 
She, instead, sat it on the
table in front of them.
 
She was going to
remain clear and sober this night.

Trevor saw her hesitation too, and
was pleased that she was smart enough to take that precaution.
 
It also made clear that he was going to have
to work harder to get her in bed, but he was a big boy.
 
He could handle little Carly.

“Let me show you around,” he said as
he sat his glass on the table too, and rose to his feet.

Carly grabbed her purse and followed
him.
 
But it felt surreal to her.
 
This gorgeous man was walking from room to
room showing off his home as if he was a real estate agent making the hard
sell.
 
And he was talking up every room
as if he was very proud of it.
 
That
helped to ease Carly too.
 
Because there
was something so down-to-earth about Trevor at this very moment that it
surprised her.
 
He never showed her this
side of himself before.
 
Not even when he
came to visit her on her turf.
 
She liked
this side of him best.

But when they made it upstairs, and
they walked through the double doors that led into the master bedroom, this
visit, their brand new relationship, and what she knew Trevor expected from
her, became real.
 
And when Carly saw the
big poster bed waiting there, as if it was waiting for the two of them, she
stopped in her tracks.
 
Trevor bumped
into her.

When he realized she was frozen in
place, he put his hands on either side of her small shoulders.
 
Then he leaned his head around, to see her
eyes.
 
“Are you alright, Carly?” he asked
her.

Carly realized her error, and
smiled.
 
“Yes,” she said.
 
He removed his hands and she turned toward
him.
 
“I was just . . . impressed with the
room.
 
It’s very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Trevor responded,
although he sensed far more was at work inside of this beautiful lady.
 
“This room impresses me too.
 
You know why?”

They were within inches of each
other.
 
Carly could feel the heat.
 
“No,” she said.
 
“Why?”

He moved closer, and placed his hands
on her arms.
 
He could smell her fresh
scent.
 
He could see the sparkle in her
eyes.
 
He wanted this woman, and his
patience was already beginning to fail.
 
“This is the room,” he said, “where I am going to get to know you
better, Carly.”
 
He knew he was taking a
risk.
 
He knew she could shut down right
now.
 
But he felt it was more likely than
not that she wouldn’t.

And he was right.
 
The last thing Carly was doing was shutting
down.
 
She could feel her vagina began to
crank up and throb.
 
The job for her was
keeping her feelings for Trevor controlled.

“What do you say about that?” he
asked her.

“About you getting to know me
better?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he said.
 
“This is the room where I am going to get to
know you in the most intimate way.”
 
He
began to rub her arms.
 
“And you, my
dear, are going to get to know me.”

Carly’s breathing became labored as
he lifted her chin with his hand and looked into her eyes.
 
“You want that,” he said, looking from one
eye to the other one, as if he were assessing the strength of her desire.
 
“Don’t you?”

Carly swallowed hard.
 
She wanted it.
 
She couldn’t recall the last time she wanted
a man this badly.
 
But the fact that she
was admitting it so blatantly when they hadn’t even defined the full nature of their
relationship, was putting her in a very vulnerable position.
 
Especially if her father was right and her
body might be the only thing he wanted from her.
 
But as she looked into Trevor’s eyes, and as
his mouth began to move toward her mouth, she decided that it was a risk she
was willing to take.
 
“Yes,” she said. “I
want it.”

That was all it took.
 
Trevor leaned down and smothered her mouth
with a kiss.
 
A kiss that was supposed to
be sweet and simple.
 
He didn’t want to
scare the girl, after all.
 
But as he
tasted her, and realized how sweet to the taste she really was, he couldn’t
stop.
 
A chaste kiss became a long,
passionate kiss that was filled with pinned-up aggression.
 
He placed his hand on the side of her face,
and kissed her even longer.
 
He pulled
her small body against his big body, and kissed her even longer than that.

And Carly felt it too.
 
She stood there and experienced a kiss from a
man, a kiss that wasn’t being forced or thrust upon her, for the first time in
her life.
 
And it wasn’t disgusting as
she thought it would be.
 
It was, with
Trevor, quite nice.

It was so nice that she didn’t
realize he was undressing her until she felt a tug on her shell shirt coming
out of her shorts.
 
She opened her eyes
and saw that he had already removed his pullover shirt, revealing his bare and
very muscular upper body, and was in the process of removing hers.

Carly allowed him to not only lift
her shirt over her head, but her bra right along with it.
 
Now she was bare-chested too, and bare-feet
as she stepped out of her sandals, and began staring into his eyes.
 
He took the purse she still carried in her
hand, and placed it on the table within his reach.

He looked down, at her sizeable, taut
breasts, and then into her eyes.
 
But
when he looked into her eyes, she could see just how filled with lust he truly
was.
 
It turned her on even more.

Trevor Reese had a secret.
 
Contrary to what people thought, he was not a
ladies man.
 
Women often voiced their
interest in him, some even went to incredible lengths to show their interest,
but he kept his distance from all of them.
 
He had his occasional bedmates, when his urges became too strong, but he
kept those encounters to a minimum too.
 
His lifestyle demanded it.

But now he was starved for a
woman.
 
But not just any woman.
 
He was starved for Carly.
 
He wanted
Carly
badly.
 
And when he saw her beautiful
brown breasts sitting so tight and firm as if they were waiting for a man like
him, and when he looked into her big, beautiful eyes, his desire turned
desperate.

He lifted Carly into his arms, with
her back against the door, and began sucking those breasts with a maddening
sense of want.
 
Carly raked her hands
through his hair as she enjoyed the feelings that his mouth produced in
her.
 
Because he was sucking and licking
and giving her a feeling she didn’t think was possible for her to have.
 
She was arching her back as he moved from
breast to breast and sucked her.
 
As he
moved from nipple to nipple and licked her.

And then he carried her to his
bed.
 
Her leg brushed against the thigh
of his pants as he carried her, and she felt the outline of a penis so hard and
big she could hardly believe it.
 
She was
an experienced woman.
 
Far more experienced
than most women alive, given her crazy childhood.
 
But she had never experienced anything like
this.

That was why, when Trevor laid her on
her back, and began removing her shorts and panties, her eyes trained
themselves on his midsection.
 
And even
though he still had on his trousers, she could see where they had tented into a
bundle so thick and long that she wondered if he had patted himself, as some
men were known to do.