Mick Sinatra: For Once In My Life (20 page)

Mick didn’t
want to play it straight.
 
He was afraid
it could scare her away.
 
But this was
the very reason he asked her to come.
 
He
had to let her see exactly what he was about.
 
Not the fairytale Mick.
 
The real
Mick.
 
“There is no relationship,” he
responded.
 
“I pay for everything.
 
They leave me alone.
 
That’s the extent of it.”

Before Roz
could censor herself, she blurted out, “
That
is so wrong, Mick
!”

And as
quickly as she blurted those words out, Mick’s temper rose to the occasion and
he was blurting out words too.
 
“Nobody
tells me what’s right or wrong!” he said authoritatively.

Roz was
surprised by his outburst, just as he was surprised by hers, but she did not
back down.
 
“Apparently somebody does
because I just did,” she shot back.
 
“And
I don’t care how you attempt to justify it, but what you just said essentially
is that you give your children money to leave you alone.
 
And that’s wrong.
 
It’s wrong on every street corner, in every
household, on every continent in this world.
 
It’s wrong on every level.”

Mick stared
at her.
 
He’d injured men for saying
less.

Roz
suspected as much herself.
 
He didn’t
have the look of love, he had the look of a man who felt she was out of
bounds.
 
But what kind of relationship
would they have if they couldn’t be honest with each other?
 
What kind of relationship would they have if
she couldn’t speak her mind?
 
“I’m sorry
if I sounded didactic,” she said.
 
“But
it’s not like I’m lying.”

Mick was
struck by her words.
 
He was a bad
father.
 
He already knew that.
 
But what he never acknowledged was how such a
reality necessitated that he was an immoral one too.
 
He was a man who was willing to pay his own
children to stay out of his life.
 
She
called it exactly right.
 
And it stunned
him.
 
Nobody had ever had the nerve to
speak that way to him.
 
It was so
unsettling that he wasn’t at all sure if he liked it.
 
Right now, because of the level of discomfort
it caused him, he didn’t like it at all.
 
But the truth was always the truth.
 
“No,” he finally responded to her.
 
“You’re not lying.”

“How does
your children feel about that relationship?
 
If you don’t mind me asking.”

Mick did
mind, but only because it was that unchartered territory in his life that he
had never bothered to explore.
 
“I don’t
know if I can answer that,” he said.
 
“It
never came up.”

Roz pictured
a group of spoiled brat kids who just wanted the trust fund, Dad be
damned.
 
But it was obvious Mick wasn’t
ready to go there with her.
 
So she left
it alone too.
 
“I have no children,” she
said. “So who am I to judge?”

Mick smiled
and she smiled, but their little moment did put a damper on the evening.
 
And it became all about managing expectations
after that.
 
They both had been a little
too optimistic for a relationship this early in its establishment.
 
Because Roz had serious concerns.
 
She couldn’t walk around with blinders
on.
 
The man was telling her that he had
issues, major issues, and she had to decide if she wanted to deal with
that.
 
And the fact that he could be that
cold toward his own children made her wonder just how warm he could ever be
toward her.
 
It was bothering her big
time.

But then she
had to tell herself to get a grip.
 
This
was only the feel out period for them.
 
They weren’t even an item yet.
 
If
it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out.
 
She would be disappointed if they failed.
 
She really wanted Mick in her life.
 
But it wouldn’t crush her if he wasn’t.

But the
stakes were higher for Mick.
 
He wanted more
than a woman in his life.
 
He could get a
woman any day of the week any time of the day.
 
He wanted Rosalind,
this woman
,
in his life.
 
But she came with her own
baggage.
 
She came challenging him and
standing her ground.
 
She came refusing
to go along with his bullshit to keep him around.
 
It was the right way to be, and probably the
main reason he was so attracted to her.
 
But he wasn’t used to this.
 
Women
didn’t challenge him.
 
They didn’t make
him want to be a better man.
 
They
allowed him to sex them whenever he wanted. In exchange, he lavished them with
gifts and money.
 
That was how it was
done.
 
That was good enough for
them.
 
But he knew it was not good enough
for Rosalind.
 
No way was that going to
cut it with her.

He also knew
that it wasn’t going to be an easy relationship.
 
He wasn’t an easy man and she wasn’t an easy
woman.
 
But if they played their cards
right; if they stayed true to themselves and were able to accept each other
just the way they were, it could become something very special.

But
everything changed when Mick excused himself to the restroom and Roz watched
him leave.
 
Talk about gorgeous.
 
He was so sexy that she would be a fool not
to want him in her life just to have him in her bed.
 
But just as she was smiling at the way other
women were giving him a quick peep; just as she was about to sip her drink and
prepare to go to the ladies room herself, she saw a man suddenly get up and
hurry behind Mick.
 
That caught her
attention alone.
 
But as he walked around
a table and his suit coat flared open, she saw a gun in his belt.
 
A gun!
 
Her heart began to race.
 
Mick
already told her he had enemies.
 
He
already told her he had a messy past.
 
Was it coming back to haunt him right here and right now?
 
Right before her very eyes?

She could be
completely wrong.
 
That guy could be a
cop for all she knew.
 
But she wasn’t
going to sit back, let him harm Mick, and then deal with it later.
 
She felt she had to deal with it now.
 
She rose quickly, and hurried toward that
bathroom too.

Roz hurried
behind him, grabbing one of those reach rods near the restaurants bar counter
as she hurried.
 
But her heart hammered
when, just before the stranger entered the large restroom, he reached into his
suit coat as if he was pulling out his weapon.
 
Then he entered the men’s room.
 

Roz started
running now.
 
She knew if she didn’t get
there in time, Mick could be killed.
 
When she ran through the restroom door behind the possible assailant,
and saw him walking up behind Mick, who was walking up to the urinal, she
yelled Mick’s name, swung that rod, and knocked that man so hard across his
back that it caused him to drop to his knees.

“What the
fuck?” he cried.

Mick quickly
turned around at the sound of his name, and he witnessed the man’s fall.
 
And then he saw Roz, wielding that rod,
defending him as if she was defending his honor.
 
He smiled, even as the man was in agony.

But Roz was
still in attack mode.
 
“He’s got a gun,
Mick,” she said. “Get his gun!”

But Mick
laughed instead.

She
frowned.
 
“What are you laughing about?”
she asked him.
 
“That man was trying to
kill you!”

“How was I
trying to kill him?” the man asked.
 
“I
work for him.
 
I’m his bodyguard!”

Roz was
stumped.
  
“His bodyguard?”
 
Then she looked at Mick.

Mick was
nodding.
 
“My bodyguard,” he said.
 
“As are they,” he added, looking beyond her.

Roz,
confused, turned around.
 
And five men
were in that restroom, all with guns trained on her.
 
On her!
 
She dropped the rod.

“Why are
they pointing those guns at me, Mick?
 
What are they doing?”

“The same
thing you were doing,” Mick said.
 
“They
thought you were coming to attack me.
 
They thought you were the real perp.”
  
Mick motioned for them to stand down.
 
They withdrew their weapons.

Roz couldn’t
believe it.
 
“Who has this many
bodyguards around him?” she asked.
 
“And
where did they come from?
 
I didn’t see
any of these men in the restaurant.”

“You weren’t
supposed to see them,” Mick said.
 
Then
he looked at his downed man.
 
“Get up,
you’ll live,” he said.
 
Then he ordered
them all, including one stunned patron who was just getting out of the stall,
to beat it.

When they
all left, Mick looked at Roz.
 
She still
looked so bewildered that it touched him mightily.
 
And he opened his arms.
 
“Come here,” he said to her.

She
came.
 
She was still floored by the
entire event, but she came.
 
And he
smiled.
 
When she shook her head and
smiled back, able to laugh at her own foolishness, he wrapped her in his arms.

“You must
think I’m the mother of idiots,” she said.

“Oh, no,” Mick
said quickly.
 
And then he lifted her
chin and looked at her, all smiles gone.
 
“I think,” he said, his face a mask of seriousness now, “that you are
one of the most remarkable ladies I have ever met.
 
You came to my rescue.
 
You didn’t wait for somebody else to do
it.
 
You didn’t shit in your pants and
cry for help. You became my help.
 
You
showed courage when other people would have stayed out of it.
 
So no, Rosalind, no.
 
There’s nothing idiotic about you.
 
In my world, in my heart, nothing is better
than to know somebody has your back.”

“But I
didn’t even ask questions first,” Roz said.

“You
can’t.
 
He might have been a bad
man.
 
He might have had a gun.
 
You hit him, but he’ll live.
 
If you would have hesitated, I might not have
been so lucky.
 
Don’t you dare think what
you did was wrong.
 
You came to my
rescue.”
 
He touched the side of her
face.
 
“I knew you were somebody special.
 
I knew it all along.”

Then he
hugged her again.
 
And his heart was
overjoyed.
 
Because Roz had the
edge.
 
She could take it.
 
He believed in his soul that she could
actually hang with a man like him.

Roz smiled
too.
 
She still felt like a fool.
 
Nothing he could say could change that
fact.
 
But she felt good too.
 
She felt as if Mick might have had some
question about her mettle, and was wary of her strength, but she proved him
wrong.
 
Nothing could feel finer than to
surpass your man’s expectations.

They both
carried that joy with them all the way to Mick’s home, and all the way to his
bedroom.
 
As soon as the door closed, he
was kissing her.
 
But it wasn’t a
desperate kiss. It was a slow and lingering kiss.
 
They stood in the middle of his bedroom and
drew circles around each other’s mouths, with their kiss.

But it
wasn’t long before he was removing her clothes, and she was removing his.
 
He lifted her naked body into his arms and
carried her to his bed, where he pulled back the linen and got in, with her in
his arms, beneath the sheets.

They laid
there, staring at each other, and he fondled and sucked her breasts.
 
She fondled his cock as it grew in her
hand.
 
And then they started kissing
again.
 
It was sweet and controlled at
first, but it grew heartier.
 
It was in
her taste.
 
It was in the way she made
him feel when he thought about how wonderful it was that she was in his
bed.
 
And he began kissing her with an
urgency that left him intoxicated.
 
He
hadn’t been with her, or any woman, for weeks.
 
He was not the kind of man who could go dry this long.
 
But when he thought about calling up a warm
body, a beautiful woman to give him some, he thought about Rosalind.
 
He thought about how empty and unfulfilling
sex with a random would be compared to what it could be with her, and he
abstained.
 
Now he had her in his
arms.
 
It felt so right, so beautiful to
him.
 
He was glad he abstained.

Roz allowed
him to lead, and loved the way he had lifted her, and carried her, and took
over her.
 
She was accustomed to the
two-step with men.
 
She made one move,
they made the other.
 
But Mick made all
the moves.
 
Roz relaxed as he kissed her,
as he fondled her, as he massaged her clit, and then her wet pussy, with his
very capable digits.

There was a
feeling that she should be helping.
 
Most
men wanted pleasuring just as much, if not more so, than what they gave to the
woman.
 
But Roz had already figured out
that Mick wasn’t most men.
 
He seemed to
deride his pleasure, not by her doing him, but by him gratifying her.

And then he
moved her naked body on top of his naked body and entered her raw for the very
first time.
   
His cock was so hard that
it guided itself into her folds.
 
Mick
felt a surge in every muscle of his being when his cock touched her pussy.
 
He pushed in slowly, to make that first time
feeling last, but it felt too good.
 
The
heat shot through his cock and force-fed it with her tightness that, within
seconds of entry, he was already in rhythm.
 
He was already fucking.

Roz felt her
vagina pulsate like a bass drum as he glided his cock in and almost out of her
in a repetitive motion that caused her to wrap her arms around him, open her
legs wider, and experience the ride.
 
Mick was moaning as he fucked her, and was looking into her eyes, and
kissing her as each glide, each push, each probe had him throbbing with
sensations.

Nobody could
do him better, he thought, as he fucked her.
 
He was a well experienced man. He knew that all pussy was not the same,
and Roz was the prime example why.
 
He
didn’t have to fantasize to cum.
 
He
didn’t have to conjure up images of great looking women to get him off.
 
All he had to do was look at Roz.
 
All he had to do was look into her soft,
brown eyes, and her bobbing breasts, and the intensity grew.

He moved
again, on top of her, as his gyrations needed more flexibility.
 
And then he laid down on her, and held her,
and made love to her with the full intention of never allowing this feeling to
end.
 
They were both riding the wave.
They were both feeling the currents.
 

For Roz it
never felt so good.
 

For Mick, he
was determined to make this last forever.

But the
forever he wanted came quickly. Because within half an hour they were
cumming.
 
He was pouring out and she was
capturing the downpour with waves and waves of an orgasm that left her with
spasmodic contractions down to the deepest reaches of her vagina.
 
She was dizzy with delight.

Mick’s cum
was even stronger.
 
Her passage was so
tight, and his cock was so thick that it was taking all he had to push down to
her deepest pocket.
 
And when he got
there, when he felt the fullness of her womanhood and the spasms around his
rod, he could not contain himself a moment longer. And it wasn’t just the
feeling of cum.
 
It wasn’t just the
climax and the orgasm.
 
They both had the
feeling that something different was happening here.
 
That this was no ordinary moment.
 
That this was a special day.

They both
were lying on their backs when it was all over, but Roz was the only one
asleep.
 
She had fallen asleep in his
arms.
 
He looked down at her and smiled,
thrilled that she could sleep with such an unburdened peace.
 
Just watching her gave him a sense of
joy.
 
He could hardly sleep most nights,
or only after he’d had his share of nightmares, so it was wonderment to see his
lady love sleep so thoroughly.

He grabbed
the television remote, as he did most nights, and flipped through channels.
 
He rarely ever stopped very long on any
program, but on this night he happened upon an old video.
 
Stevie Wonder was performing, with harmonica
in hand, Ron Miller/Orlando Murden’s
For
Once In My Life
.
 
Mick was about to
turn.
 
He was never a music man on any
given day.
 
He never wanted his MTV even
back in the days when everybody else did.
 
But for some reason he stayed on that channel, listened to Stevie, and
watched Roz.

For once in
my life, I have someone who needs me

Someone I’ve
needed for so long

For once,
unafraid, I can go where life leads me

And somehow I
know I’ll be strong.

Rosalind
, he thought, as he held her and
watched her sleep.
 
She was his once in a
lifetime.
 
He knew it as certainly as he
knew his name.
 
He looked at her exposed
breasts that remained uncovered.
 
He saw
his saliva from all of his sucking still sparkling on her nipples and
mounds.
 
He looked at her beautiful lips.
 
Still puckered from his onslaught of
kisses.
 
He looked at her neck, her
perfectly aligned thin neck.
 
And her
chest where the hickies were beginning to show.
 
He kissed her forehead.
 
Everything about her was exactly as it should be.
 
He held her tighter.
 
He never wanted to let go.

For once in
my life, I won’t let sorrow hurt me

Not like it’s
hurt me before