BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2 (12 page)

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 for 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 kind 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.