Page 38 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover
But as Roz continued to ride him so wonderfully, he realized his fury was also in his dick and he had to release it. He moved her onto her back, got on top of her, and entered her again with a thick, hard entry that caused her to cry outyes!and arch her slender back in exclamation. And he began to pound.
Roz was a verbalist when it came to Mick making love to her and she couldn’t hold back.Do it good. Come on, Mick, you can do better than that. Hit it right. Right there. Oh yeah. Now we’re talking. That’s it. That’s the spot. Make me want it more. Like that. Just like that. Yeah baby. Just like that!
She was so good at it that she had Mick verbalizing back to her. Which was a rarity for him. But she turned him on that way.
She was crying out for him to do it harder, and he gladly obliged her. He wrapped her tighter into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his back and they did it like the king and queen they were. No young stud could ever outperform Mick the Tick, and no young woman alive could ever make a man cum the way Roz could. They were the blueprint and they knew it. There was nothing sweet and easy about the way they did it.
And when they came, it was just as momentous. They both grunted. Roz cried out again. And their orgasm took them to that place that was almost too high to come down. But they slowly came back down to earth as the sensations slowly, eventually began to subside.
But within seconds of the crash, and while they were still pulsating and feeling the full effect of their long-ass session, the intercom buzzed. Mick took a few seconds, because he had to, but then he reached over and pressed the button. “What?”
“Mr. Teddy Sinatra and Mrs. Nikki Sinatra are coming through the gate, sir.”
Mick released the button and remained on top of Roz for several more seconds. Then he began pulling out of her with a long, slow pull out. But by the time he was about to come completely out of her, she opened her eyes. Her sexiest of eyes. And that look, that enchanting look, overtook him again. And just like that he was hard again. And instead of pulling out, he moved back in.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
It felt as if they were about to become meat on the grill of Mick Sinatra.
They already felt that way, but it became self-evident when Mick’s butler escorted them, not to the family room, but straight to his office. As if they were employees. Which they were. He was their boss. There was no doubt about it that Mick Sinatra still ran the Sinatra Crime Syndicate and Teddy and Nikki were still his subordinates. That wasn’t the original plan. Mick was supposed to step back and stay back and let Teddy run the entire outfit with Nikki as his number two. Period. They knew the world would still have Mick in charge. That would always be the case. But they always thought, logistically, they would run the show.
They ran the men. But Mick ran the show.
They arrived with Kimmie in Teddy’s arms. But just like every single time they come over to Mick and Roz’s with their daughter, Jackie took immediate possession of her little niece and took her out back with Duke and a few of their friends who slept over last night. But when the butler escorted them into Mick’s office, they knew it was going to be worse than they had thought. Because going straight to Mick’s office felt too much like going to the principal’s office and Nikki’s heart was hammering. And after last night, after all that Nikki had told to him, Teddy’s heart was hammering too.
They sat quietly on the sofa in the huge home office, side by side, and it were moments like this that made Teddy regret with bitter regret that he had ever involved Nikki in the familybusiness. Pop could be an uncompromisingly harsh man. And he was beginning to be as hard on Nikki as he was on Teddy, which caused more than a few near-fistfights between father and son. They needed to find Emilio. They needed to find out if he still had more men in his arsenal and if those cartel boys were involved. They didn’t need that drama today.
He looked at Nikki. He could see she was as concerned as he was. When he placed his hand on her hand to comfort her, he could feel her trembles.
“I got you,” he said, squeezing her hand. “You know that, right?”
Nikki looked at Teddy. She hated adding to his burdens. He was already the hardest-working man she’d ever known. He already looked drain and tired even though they had just come off a three-month vacation a couple months ago. But that was the nature of their business. They were back in the grind again. And that grind was grinding them up again. And now her new mess wasn’t helping her husband’s state of distress at all.
“You haven’t told me how you feel about what I said last night,” she said to him. “You told me how you felt about me, but not how you were feeling about it.”
Teddy stared at her. He wasn’t going to lie to her. “That’s because I don’t know how I feel about it.”
She wanted to plead her case. She wanted to declare she was only eighteen and didn’t know shit. But she couldn’t do it. Because she was a willing participant in that craziness. Her actions, not anybody else’s, directly led to those children getting killed. How could she or Teddy or anybody else defend that?
But Teddy had a different take on it all. “It wasn’t about what you did, Nikki,” he said to her. “It’s about what you didn’t do. Just like I said last night, as soon as you saw that Emilio person in this town, you should have run to me and told me all about it. But you didn’t do that.”
“You can see why I didn’t go running to you after I told you the whole story though.”
Teddy frowned. “Hell no I can’t see why. You’re in trouble you come to me. Period! You don’t keep that shit bottled inside or hire a hit man. You come to me. And I’ll handle it. Since you seem to have forgotten, I’m your husband. It’s my job to protect you. That’s what upsets me more than anything else. What you did when you were some snotnose kid? Give me a break. I did worse. Who am I to condemn you?”
“Children didn’t die because of what you did.”
A look of regret appeared in Teddy’s eyes. “That’s what you think.”
Nikki looked at him curiously. But then the double doors to the office opened and Mick and Roz walked in.
When they saw that Mick wasn’t fully dressed in a suit and tie and ready for work, but was casually dressed in slacks and a pullover shirt, while Roz wore shorts and a t-shirt, they immediately knew that the delay in their coming downstairs was because they’d been upstairs doing what they do. Roz didn’t know it, but she was always the dead giveaway. She always walked with a different, less deliberate gait afterwards. It never failed. Teddy and Nikki used to look at each other and smile. They knew what that meant. But this day, after all that transpired last night, they didn’t even bother to look at each other, let alone smile.
Teddy and Nikki stood up and gave Roz a hug as they came over to the sofa, while Mick sat down in one of the chairs in front of the sofa. Roz sat down beside him. Teddy and Nikki sat back down after Roz had been seated. Another giveaway? Roz sat slightly sideways, as if her ass had been pounded on mercilessly and was sore.
Nikki used to envy how often Mick put it on Roz early in her marriage to Teddy, but after she settled in as the underbossand worked beside him, she understood. They both had too much on their plates to go as many rounds as they would have liked. It was the work. The unrelenting work that being the head of an organization as vast as the Sinatra syndicate required of them.
But once everybody were seated and had settled down, Teddy and Nikki focused exclusively on Mick.
