Mick Sinatra: For Once In My Life (30 page)

“What if
they don’t like me, Mick?”

Mick smiled,
and looked at her exposed breasts beneath her robe.
 
The idea that anybody not loving his sweet
Rosalind was ludicrous to him.
 
“They will.”

“But you say
that so easily.
 
Children don’t generally
like their father’s girlfriends.
 
They
may view me as a threat.”

Mick looked
at her with a perplexed look in his eyes.
 
That word was a loaded word in his world.
 
“A threat?” he asked.
 
“What kind of a threat?”

“A threat to
take your attention away from them.
 
A
threat to someday become more than a girlfriend to you, and take away their
inheritance.”

Mick
laughed, and continued to dry off.

“I’m
serious, Mick!
 
The love of money is no
joke.
 
It changes people.
 
They may want to hire a hit man to knock me
off.”
 
Then Roz had an idea.
 
“Maybe you should tell them that if we ever
were to get married---”

When she
said that word, an almost distressed look appeared on Mick’s face.
 
He stopped drying off and leaned against the
bathroom’s doorjamb.
 
Roz felt an
immediate need to clarify herself. “I’m not saying we’ll ever get married,” she
quickly said.
 
“I’m not advocating for it
in any way, shape, or form.
 
I know we’re
nowhere near that.”

But it
wasn’t about any advocating, or even the fact that she used what Mick called
the
m-word
.
 
It was the fact that Mick knew, if they
continued down this path, that one day they would get married.
 
That one day Rosalind Graham would become
Rosalind Sinatra, his wife.
 
It was a
beautiful thought.
 
It would be a dream
come true for Mick.

But it was a
sobering thought too.
 
Because as long as
she was his girlfriend, all of those ghosts of his past could continue to
underestimate his devotion to her.
 
He’d
never been devoted to any of his other women before, they could argue, what was
different about this one?
 
But once he
put a ring on it, he knew that was going to flip the script.
 
She was going to be fair game.
 
They were going to believe that getting
Rosalind would be the same, if not better, as getting Mick himself.
 
And that thought, that painful thought, was
the distress Roz saw on his face.

But Roz was
still dealing with her own haunt: how to curry favor with his kids.
 
How to do everything in her power to ensure
she doesn’t further strain an already fractured relationship between a father
and his children.
 
“Perhaps you should
tell them that should we get married one day, that I’ll sign a pre-nup.
 
That way they’ll know that I’m not in it for
the money.”

Mick stared
at Rosalind when she made that declaration.
 
It was so amazing to him that he had to make sure he had heard her
correctly.
 
“You’ll be willing to sign a
pre-nup?” he asked her.

Roz looked
at him.
 
He seemed stunned.
 
“What’s so stunning about it?” she asked.
 
“Of course I’ll be willing.
 
I would imagine a man in your position had
better do a pre-nup.
 
You don’t know if
I’m a gold digger.”

Mick smiled.

“I’m
serious, Mick!”

And then he
laughed and began walking to her, tossing his towel aside.

Roz felt the
heat as his big cock dangled in front of him as he walked, as if his already
heightened sexuality needed any more emphasis.
 
“I don’t want your money,” she said, “I want you!”

And Mick
leaned her back on the bed, putting his arms inside of her open robe as he got
on top of her.
 
And he began kissing her.

“I’m
serious, Mick,” she said between his kisses.

“I’m serious
too,” Mick said, as he kissed her.

“I don’t
want your money.
 
I want you.”

“I don’t
want your body,” Mick said, as his kisses trailed down her face and neck, to
her breasts.
 
“I want you.”
 
He sucked them.
 
“Although right now, I want your body too.”

Roz smiled
as he kept moving down with his kisses.
 
Until he was off of her and his face was between her legs.
 
When she felt his first lick, her smile was
gone.

“
Oh, dear
,” she said, remembering just
how much she missed him too.

Mick felt
the fire too, as he inhaled that aromatic scent he loved and licked her with
slow, probing licks.
 
He moaned as he
licked her, as his every lick made her pussy wetter, until not only was his
tongue licking it, but his mouth was eating that wetness.
 
And he ate her hard.

But when he
stopped, and moved back on top, ready to enter her, she pushed him off of
her.
 
Then she got on top of him, and
began kissing him passionately.
 
Even
with her taste still on his mouth, she kissed him.
 
He squeezed her ass and returned her
passion.
 
And then it was her time to move
down, and suck the member he held between his legs.

Mick opened
his legs wide as Roz gave him head the way he loved to receive it.
 
Nobody but Rosalind did him this way.
 
Only Rosalind could make his entire body, a
body that was ready to fuck, relax completely under her masterful guidance.
 
She didn’t lollipop-lick him.
 
She didn’t wrap her hand around his rod and speed-lick
him like those women who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing loved to
do.
 
But Rosalind kiss-sucked him.
 
Her every lick was as deeply penetrating as a
long, sweet kiss.
 
And then she
deep-throated him, she took him all in, and worked it while it was in
there.
 
And when she pulled back out, and
circled her tongue around his dick-head, with the tip of her tongue romancing
the tip of his dick, he let out a hard moan that caused pre-cum to ooze out
just from her skill alone.

Before more
released, he had to pull her on top of him, put his fully aroused, wet dick
inside of her, and fuck her for the few minutes they had left.
 
Because he knew, after that kind of head, he
was not going to be able to hold on much longer.

And he was
right.
 
Roz rode his cock hard.
 
She rode that long, stiff rod the way a drill
rode a hole in the ground.
 
Mick squeezed
her nipples and squeezed her sweet brown breast mounds as she rode him unlike
she had ever rode him before.
 
He placed
his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her face down to his, and kissed
her as hard as she was riding him.
 
They
were fucking for the joy of it.
 
They
were fucking so hard, with such extreme passion, that they both came with a
thunderous cum.
 
Mick’s muscular arms
showed every vein as he lifted his body and poured into her.
 
Her wet vagina became a pussy flood as he
poured and pounded her, and she pulsated with spasms, and continued to ride
him.

“I’m
cumming, Mick. I’m cumming!”

Her orgasm
was so intense that she couldn’t stop crying her elation.
 
Because he was putting it on her now.
 
He was pouring so much of his sticky, silky
love into her silky-wet pussy that it was too much. It began dripping out of her.

And he
couldn’t stop fucking her.
 
Even as he
poured his last into her, his cock continued to stroke.
 
Because this was his lady and he needed her
to understand that.
 
He wanted to express
himself through his cock.
 
He wanted her
to understand that he was deeply into her, figuratively and literally, unlike
he had ever been into any other human being alive.

She
understood it.
 
She understood it by the
way he continued to make love to her.
 
She understood by the way she continued to feel his cock would not quit.
 
She was overflowing with understanding.
 
They had a special thing going on.
 
They were on one accord.
 
She was so filled with that feeling of
specialness, of being Mick Sinatra’s special one, that she was pouring out more
of her own vaginal juices even as he poured into her.

And when it
was over, and she collapsed on top of him and into his arms, they both felt
overwhelmed by the experience.
 
They
could have remained where they were all night long.

Only they
couldn’t.
 
Because the doorbell
rang.
 
Because just as quickly as they
had forgotten all others and were focused on each other, they remembered the
children.

Mick and Roz
showered together quickly as Mick’s butler answered the door and allowed the
children in.
 
But just as they were
dressing, Mick received a business call he had to take.
 
Which meant Roz had a choice: either meet the
children without Mick, or wait for Mick and let his children wait even
longer.
 
Roz took the harder path and
chose to go downstairs.
 
They had waited,
she felt, long enough.

As Roz made
her way down the staircase, she had the ability to see them before they saw
her.
 
And she stopped momentarily on the
stairs and took them in.

All five of
them were present: three grown sons, one grown daughter, and the
ten-year-old.
 
The daughter and one of
the grown sons sat on the sofa, with the ten-year-old in the daughter’s lap,
while the two other sons, presumably the two oldest, sat in the flanking
chairs.
 
Roz was surprised to see that
one of the children, the daughter, was biracial black and white, but she was
only surprised because Mick never mentioned that he had a black child.
 
But then again, Roz thought, Mick rarely
mentioned anything about his children at all.
 
Except for Shane, the little one who was not his biological child, she
didn’t even know their names.

What Roz
also noticed about the five children was how different they looked from each
other.
 
The two oldest boys were
extremely attractive.
 
They both favored
Mick heavily, even down to the cleft chin on the face of one of them.
 
And the biracial daughter, who was a tall,
thin, gorgeous young lady, also favored Mick.
 
But the youngest of Mick’s children, the one who appeared to still be in
his teen years, did not favor Mick at all.
 
Mick had brown hair and green eyes, as did his three older children,
while the younger one had black hair and appeared to have very dark eyes as
well.
 
Unlike Mick’s other three
biological children, there was nothing on the teenager’s face that reminded Roz
of Mick.
 
Not that it mattered, she
thought, and continued down the stairs.

She had
planned to dress casually, in jeans and a blouse, until she saw that Mick was
going to wear a suit.
 
She reversed
course quickly and was now dressed in a form-fitting white dress and heels,
with her hair in that half up-do with curls down her back look that Mick found
sexy.
 
And when she saw how formal the
children were dressed, all in their Sunday best, she was pleased by her own
choice.

But that
didn’t make this night any easier.
 
She
took a deep breath, gathered up her courage and tamped down her nerves, and
walked across the room to where they were sitting.
 
“Hello everyone,” she said with a grand smile
as she approached.

They all
stood up, even the daughter and the ten-year-old, as she approached.

“Good
evening,” the young man who looked to be the oldest said.

“I’m Roz
Graham.
 
A friend of your father’s.
 
He sends his apologies, but he had to field a
phone call.
 
He should be down soon.”

They all
nodded their understanding.

“Perhaps you
can introduce yourselves so that I can have some names to go with your
beautiful faces.”

They all
smiled.
 
Their smiles along made Roz feel
better.
 

What none of
them knew was that Mick was also present.
 
He was at the top of the stairs, on the second floor landing, looking
down at his children and his lady.
 
His
long eyelashes seemed to stand guard over his expressive eyes, shielding them,
as he stared down.
  
He held onto the
railing, and stood like a man either in full control, or on the verge of losing
it, as he watched.

“I’m Adrian
Sinatra,” the oldest said.
 
“And this is
my brother Teddy.”

Teddy
extended his hand.
 
He was the one who
was the spitting image of Mick, even down to the cleft chin, and seemed the
most sociable.
 
“Nice to meet you, Roz,”
he said as they shook.

“How are
you?” Roz asked.

“I’m
excellent!”

Roz
smiled.
 
“Now that’s how you say it,” she
said, and the children laughed.
 
She
could tell it was nervous laughter, but they laughed.

“You have
very pretty dimples, ma’am,” Teddy said.

“And a
charmer too,” Roz added, with her dimpled smile.
 
“Okay!”

Teddy and
his siblings laughed.

And then
suddenly Roz remembered Mick saying one of his sons was named after Teddy
Stefani, one of his associates.
 
“Your
father has an associate named Teddy,” she said.
 
“Were you named after him?”

“Teddy Stefani,”
Ted said with a nod. “Yes, ma’am.
 
Dad
named me after him.”

“So are you
and Teddy close?”

“No
ma’am.
 
Dad doesn’t take us around his
associates.”

Roz could
feel the pain in his voice.
 

Then Adrian
turned to his sister.
 
“And this is our
sister Gloria Sinatra,” he said, and Roz and Gloria shook hands too.

“Very nice
to meet you, ma’am,” Gloria said with a beautiful smile.

Roz saw a
lot of Mick in this one too, but she also saw what had to be a very beautiful
mother in her.
 

“Very nice
to meet you,” Roz said.
 
Then she looked
down at the youngest one.
 
“And who is
the little one right here?
 
Shane, I’ll
bet.”

He was
standing in front of Gloria.
 
Gloria had
her hands on his shoulder.
 
“This is
Shane,” she said.
 
“Our baby brother.”

“He’s not
our biological brother,” Adrian pointed out.
 
“But Dad supports him.
 
So we
treat him as if he’s one of us.
 
Dad
considers him his son.”

Roz knelt
down to Shane.
 
Of all five children, he
seemed the saddest to her.
 
“Nice to meet
you, Shane,” she said, extending her hand.

But Shane
didn’t shake it.
 
He, in fact, turned
away from her and buried his face against Gloria.

“He’s shy,”
Gloria said, and Roz smiled too and stood up.
 
But she knew better than that.
 
Shyness was one thing.
 
Sadness
was something else.

Mick watched
intensely as Roz turned to the final child: the teenager.
 
She extended her hand.
  
“Hi, I’m Roz,” she said.

“Hi, I’m
not,” he said with bite in his voice.

Roz removed
her extended hand, but she didn’t let him remove her smile.

“Just tell
the lady your name, Joey,” Teddy said.
 
“Don’t be such a prick!”

“Fuck you,
Teddy.
 
I’ll be whatever I wanna be.
 
You don’t tell me what to do!”

Another
distressed child.
 
Didn’t Mick realize
what condition these children were in?
 
“Anyway, everybody sit back down,” she insisted, and they all did.
 
“Do you want something to drink before
dinner?”

“Dad’s
butler already offered,” Teddy said. “We’re fine.”

Teddy didn’t
appear to be the oldest, but he was definitely the leader.
 
Mick through and through, she thought, as she
sat down on the second sofa in the living room.
 
“I’m glad all of you could make it on such short notice.”

“Are you
kidding?” Adrian asked.
 
“We’re just
happy Dad invited us at all.
 
We would
have dropped everything and came even if his secretary called us with a two
minute notice.”

Roz didn’t
understand.
 
“His secretary?”

“Yeah,”
Adrian said.
 
“She’s the one who calls us
whenever Dad wants to see us.”

Roz found
that extraordinary.
 
Mick didn’t call
them himself?
 
She knew he was busy, but
these were his children!
 
“I see,” she
said.

“It’s been
so long since we got the call,” Ted said, “that we were shocked when it came.”

“It’s been
that long?” Roz asked.

They all
nodded their heads.

“How long?”

Teddy,
Adrian, and Gloria looked at each other.
 
“Two years?” Gloria looked at her brothers for confirmation.

Teddy
nodded.
 
“Yeah, I think you’re right,
Glo.
 
It’s been about that.
 
It’s been about two years since we got
together like this.”

Roz was
astounded.
 
So astounded that Mick
finally gave up his perch upstairs and began heading down.
 
When he arrived, and his children saw him
coming, they all stood quickly.
 
And
nervously, Roz noticed.

“Well hello
everybody!”
 
Mick spoke jovially as he
came toward his children.
 
He had a smile
on his face that Roz had never seen before.
 
Not that it was completely void of warmth and affection, but it was
certainly lacking something.

They all
literally got in line, as they waited to be hugged by Mick.
 
And Mick hugged each one, from his two oldest
sons, to his daughter whom he also kissed, to the two younger ones.
 
Although those two didn’t want to have
anything to do with Roz, they seemed thrilled to be hugged by Mick.
 
In fact, Roz noticed something
remarkable.
 
All five of Mick’s children
kept their hands on him, even after their hug, as if they wanted just a touch
of him.
 
They continued to surround him
as if they were surrounding a prized possession.

And even
after he lifted little Shane into his arms and told them to have a seat, they
all followed him as if they were attached to him.
 
He sat in the middle of the sofa, with Shane
on his lap, but to Roz’s shock all of his other children also piled onto that
same couch.
 
Gloria sat on one side of
Mick, Joey sat on the other side of Mick, and Teddy and Adrian rode shotgun on
the ends.
 
Seemingly starved for their
father’s attention.
 
It was as beautiful
to Roz as it was tragic.

To the
untrained eye, Mick would appear as if he was completely comfortable with his
five children.
 
He was asking them how
they were doing, they were all telling him how great they were doing, and it
seemed picture perfect.
 
But Roz had a
trained eye on Mick.
 
And she saw the
stress and strain.
 
She even saw the
pain.
 
It was as if they were six people
on a couch, pretending to be a family.

And even
during dinner, as they all gathered around the table, they all told wonderful
stories about how wonderful their lives were, but it seemed too Brady Bunch to
Roz.
 
They were all either in college, or
working, and they all were doing incredibly well.
 
Even little Shane said he couldn’t be
better.
 
But it seemed rehearsed.
 
It seemed as if the older ones knew, and the
younger ones were instructed by their mothers, to never upset Daddy.

And by
night’s end, when they all said their goodbyes, and even Shane and Joey, in
front of Mick, smiled at Roz and hugged her neck, she wondered if Mick saw the
truth.
 
Because he was still smiling as
each one left him.
 
He was still smiling
as they boarded their respective limousines and went back to the undoubtedly
wealthy world Mick had set them up in.
 
He admitted he was a great financial supporter.
 
But it was the emotional support, he said,
that needed work.

Now they
were all driving away.
 
And Mick was
smiling as he watched them leave.
 
And
Roz was certain he didn’t get it.
 
She
was certain he was completely content to see this charade through to the bitter
end.
 
It was a shame.
 
But it was a shame too many years in the
making for her to do anything about.

Until she
turned to walk away from the door.
 
Mick
pulled her back, and placed his hands around her waist.
 
Only it wasn’t his usual sensual moves.
 
It wasn’t even sexy.
 
Because Mick, to her shock, was on the verge
of tears.
 
Any other man would have
already been crying, that was how deeply hurt he seemed, but Mick was not any
other man.
 
He was on the verge, but he
did not go over.
 
But even the fact that
he was that close was remarkable.