Brent Sinatra: All of Me (11 page)

Brent went up to his kid sister too.
 
She moved from her parents and jumped into
his arms.
 
Brent lifted her up.

“Did I do it right, sir?” she asked him.
 
Although Brent was her big brother, they had
a huge age difference: a whopping twenty-six years.
 
She thought of him as her second father.

Brent was smiling.
 
“You did it perfectly,” he said.
 
“You did it exactly right, sweetheart.”

“Who is he?” she asked him.

Brent looked at his fallen former employee, and exhaled.
 
“He used to be a cop.”

“One of yours?”

Brent nodded.
 
“One of
mine.”

Brent always felt diminished after any man’s death, even scum
like Clem.
 
But he looked at Bonita.
 
She was alright.
 
He knew he did what he had to do.
  
“Thanks for moving to the left,” he said to
her.

“Thanks for being a great shot,” she said to him.

And even in the midst of that horrible scene, Brent
laughed.
 
And then handed her back to
their parents, who were still thanking God Almighty for protecting their child.

As he stood there and watched them, and watched his men
secure the crime scene, he couldn’t help but think about what would soon face
him. Makayla was moving to Jericho and their relationship was moving to that
proverbial next level.
 
Someday he was
going to be a husband and father too.
 
He
would have his own little Bonita.
 
And as
he watched his parents carry his baby sister far away from the hellishness that
was Brent’s daily job, it was a heady thought.
 
Charles Sinatra was the head of the Sinatra family.
 
But Brent was going to have his own family,
and he was going to be the head of them.
 
Makayla and any children they had were going to be his sole and complete
responsibility.
 
And the thought of it,
the thought that she was going to be
his
family, made him feel responsible for her right now.
  
She was his family right now.

It could not have been clearer that evening, after securing
the crime scene and interviewing tons of witnesses, and then being interviewed
for hours himself by Internal Affairs, and he made his way back home.
 
To his shock and pleasant surprise, Makayla’s
car was parked in his driveway and Makayla herself was sitting on his front
porch.
 
He was smiling from ear to ear
when he stepped out of his truck.
 
“When
did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago.
 
Hope I’m not intruding.”

“You’re intruding,” Brent said joyfully as he walked up the
steps.
 
“Get out now.”

Makayla laughed.
 
“Make
me,” she said, rising to her feet, and Brent lifted her into his arms. And
kissed her long and passionately.
 

And then it was all seriousness for them, because Makayla
sensed his anguish.
 
“I heard about it on
the news.
 
I had to make sure you were
okay.”

“I’m okay,” Brent said.

“How’s Bonita?”

“You know her.
 
It’ll
take more than a gunman to steal her joy.
 
She’s fine.”

Makayla felt faint.
 
“My Lord.
 
What is going on?
 
Everything seems to be unraveling before our
very eyes.
 
I announce I’m coming to
Jericho to live, and all hell breaks loose.”

Brent smiled. “I’m sure you’re not responsible for any hell
breaking loose.”
 
He stared into her
beautiful eyes.
 
“It’s not possible.
 
Not somebody as sweet as you are.
 
Thank-you for coming.”

“I couldn’t stay away.
 
I haven’t seen you for two whole days.”

Brent laughed, feeling as if the weight of the world had been
lifted from his shoulders just from Makayla’s presence alone.
 
Makayla laid her head on that same shoulder,
as he carried her inside.

He was an animal in bed.
 
That was how Makayla felt when Brent was relieving stress with his
fuck.
 
And he was relieving it big time
as his cock kept pushing inside of her narrow opening and forcing his way
through.
 
She was sitting on top of him,
and he was grunting and sucking her breasts as she inched down further and
further until he was all in.
 
And then it
was all on.

Brent eventually took over.
 
He eventually moved her onto her back, got on top himself, and moved his
penis inside of her in a way that caused both of them to close their eyes as
the heat of his movements absorbed them.
 
When Makayla opened her eyes, and looked up at her man, he was so
heavy-lidded that she could barely see his eyeballs.
 
And his eyelashes were so long and flowing,
eyelashes that almost looked girlie on a face so masculine, left him appearing
closed-eyed even though his eyes were open.

But it was all in the feeling.
 
Because she could relate.
 
She was feeling it too.
 
He was pushing into her, and impaling her
with a dick so thick that she could feel every vein.
 
This was Brent at his highest erection.
 
This was Brent on the verge of losing all
control.
 
She closed her eyes because,
when it happened, when he took her there, she knew it was going to be a hard,
exciting, exhilarating ride.

Brent knew he was coming close to that edge again.
 
He looked down at Makayla as he continued to
fuck her with steady, rhythmic strokes.
 
He was still squeezing into her tight space so hard, and for such a
prolonged period of time, that his ass was sweating from the exertion.

But it felt so good.
 
He could never describe how good it felt when he was inside of
Makayla.
 
No other woman made him feel
this way.
 
It was like floating and
flying and then being stroked in midair, and in all the right places. Because
Makayla’s pussy was stroking him.
 
Her
vagina had him enclosed in a place only she could take him to.

He leaned down, and began kissing her with a hard, passionate
kiss, as she took him there.
 
He held
her, and kissed her, and fucked her so long and so hard that he felt
emboldened.
 
He wanted to hold on.
 
He wanted to keep them in this safe,
beautiful, relaxing place.
 
But when her
soft fingers began to run through his hair, and her pussy began to clench
around his cock like wire tightening its grip, he lost his grip.
  
And that other side of Mister Cool Brent
Sinatra, that side Makayla knew so well and couldn’t wait to experience again,
came out.

Brent’s cock became a weapon of mass destruction.
 
Because he was destroying her peace.
 
He couldn’t be relaxed now.
 
They couldn’t take it slow and easy now.
 
Because he was hitting it hard.
 
He was pounding into her and with such
ferocity that she found herself screaming out in uncontrollable joy.

“Yes!” she cried.
 
“Do
it baby!
 
Do it baby, do it!”

And Brent did it.
 
“Like that?” he asked her as he thrashed into her.
 
“Like that?” he asked as he put it on her
even harder and rougher.

And she took it.
 
She
loved it!
 
She didn’t want it nice and
easy. A nice and easy man bored the shit out of her in bed.
 
But Brent gave it hard and rough.

And he gauged her ability to take it.
 
He looked down upon her to see just how far
he could take her.
 
Because even in the
midst of his ferocity, he was restraining the full extent of how much he could
put on her.
 
She could endure a lot of
it, but he knew she wasn’t ready for all of it.

But she was begging for it.
 
“Go all the way, Brent!” she cried.
 
“Go all the way!”

And Brent pounded her, harder and harder.
 
He felt her, deeper and deeper.
 
Every muscle in his body was straining as he
put it on her.
 
He was going there.
 
He was on the brink of crossing over.
 
But as he looked at her, and felt the love he
had for her, he couldn’t do it.
 
It would
be pleasurable beyond pleasurable for both of them, but it would be a very
painful pleasure for her.

That was why, for her sake, he steadied himself.
 
He laid down on top of her, pulled her into
his arms, and fucked her without losing all control.
 
He made love to her with love.

And when she came, when she felt sensations that had her
shaking from their intensity, she knew he was giving her his all.
 
His
loving
all.
 
Her legs were around his neck, as
she opened herself up wider and wider and he fucked her into a place of cries
of delight and sensual spasms.
 
How could
this man be this intense every single time he made love to her?
 
She could hardly believe how wonderful he
made her feel.
 
And this time was the
best yet.
 
She would pay for it
later.
 
Her body always felt as if it had
been beaten when Brent finished with her.
 
But it was an easy price to pay, compared to the reward.

And then it was Brent’s turn.
 
When Brent could not hold on a second longer and let it rip, he tore
through her with a thunderous outpouring.
 
She could feel the ripples of his epic release so completely that she
came again.
 
And as he continued to
strain and grunt and pour out, and as he continued to do her, she couldn’t stop
cumming.
 
It was as if all of the
craziness around them was being swallowed up, like a genie in a bottle, and
poured into her.

Brent couldn’t stop pouring, inside and out.
 
Even his face was feeling it as sweat dropped
from his eyelashes and onto Makayla’s beautiful face.
 
He placed his hands on either side of her
face, as he came.
 
She was going to be
Mrs. Brenton Sinatra, his wife, and the mother of his children.
 
He never thought he wanted a wife and children.
 
Until he met Makayla.
 
Now he was looking forward to it.

He kissed her, as he went down deep inside of her, and
squeezed out the last of his cum.
 
And he
was overwhelmed.
 
He was overwhelmed by
the simple beauty, that matchless simplicity, of having the woman he loved in
his arms.

Bobby Sinatra, Brent’s younger brother, felt like a million
bucks as he partied hard with his lady.
 
They were at Roulette, the hippest club in town, and Bobby was the man
of the hour.
 
She could have chosen any
man she wanted.
 
She was just that
hot.
 
But of all the good looking guys in
Jericho, of all the choices she could have made, Kaci Keith, the most beautiful
and unobtainable woman in town, the woman Bobby had admired from afar since
high school, the daughter of the town’s mayor, chose him to be her man.
 
Him.
 
Bobby Sinatra.
 
A bad boy playboy,
not some airheaded rich jock like the guys she had been known to favor.
 
But she dumped her jocks and picked up Bobby,
and they’d been an item for four months now.

And now, after spending all of his free time with her, after
giving up seemingly all of his friends and former lady loves to be with her
because she had insisted on it, he was falling in love harder than he’d ever
loved before.

Not that loving the most desirable woman in town didn’t come
without drawbacks.
 
There were plenty,
Bobby thought as he danced with her.
 
Men
were always checking her out.
 
He was
always calling her, wondering where she was, going to the places she claimed to
be to make sure she was where she said she was.
 
And to top it all off, his family didn’t like her, which only drew him
further away from his family, which was the toughest part of all.
 
He’d never been in love like this
before.
 
He’d never had to give up so
much for love like this before.
 
But he
knew he loved her.
 
And he also knew,
whenever he was truthful to himself, it was the costliest love he’d ever
experienced.

But having Kaci was worth it all to him.
 
Being her man, having her as his woman, made
all of the other sacrifices and compromises completely worth it.
 

She also partied hard.
 
He thought he was the party boy, but he often had to take a backseat to
Kaci.
 
He was the voice of reason in
their relationship.
 
He was the one
telling her he had to work tomorrow and they therefore needed to wrap it
up.
 
But Kaci ran this show.
 
They left when she was ready to leave.

They left the club after midnight.
 
Bobby felt like a chump.
 
He knew his brothers Brent and Tony, and
especially his father, would kick his ass if they knew he was being led around
by the nose like this.
 
He would have
kicked his own ass if he was the man he used to be before he hooked up with
Kaci.
 
But he wasn’t that man
anymore.
 
He was now a man madly in love
with the woman of his dreams.
 
And he was
going to do everything in his power to keep her, he didn’t care how lame it
made him feel.

Besides, they were leaving the club and heading to her
apartment.
 
All was forgiven now because
he knew what was coming next.
 

But when they got into his fire-red Corvette, she insisted on
driving.

“Kace, come on!”

“You’re high, Bobby.
 
I’m driving.”

And like everything else in their relationship, she got her
way.
 
She let the top down as they rode
in the late night air through the quiet streets of Jericho, laughing and
singing silly songs, until she looked over at Bobby, and started to feel the
itch.

“You got some?” Kaci asked him as she flew through the
streets like a woman on a mission.

He looked at her.
 
“Got
what?”

“Weed, boy, what else?
 
I can’t get off without it.”

Bobby looked at her as her long, blonde extensions blew
wildly in the wind.
  
“We had weed at the
club, Kace, what are you talking about?
 
We were hitting it all night.
 
I’m
still feeling the wave.”

“I want more, Bobby.
 
Do you have it?”
 
She looked at
him with angry eyes.
 
“Or am I wasting my
time with you?
 
I thought you was the man
who knew how to hook people up.
 
That’s
why I hooked up with you.
 
Now you’re
telling me those little hits we had at the club is all I’m going to get
tonight?”

“Settle down, all right?
 
You’re with Bobby Sinatra, okay?
 
You know I do what I do.”

“Then do it,” she ordered with a smile.
 
“I can’t get off without it.
 
So go get some and go get some now.
 
Where do I need to go?”

“To the apartment,” he said, and pulled out his cell
phone.
 
“I’ll text my man to bring some
over.”

She smiled.
 
“That’s
what I want to hear!”
 
Then she continued
to look at him.
 
He was so beautiful to
her with his blonde hair and blue eyes.
 
The most beautiful boy she’d ever dated.
 
And she wanted some.

When he finished texting, she lifted her dress waist-high,
revealing the fact that she wore no panties, and opened her legs.
 
“Do me,” she said to him.

Bobby looked at her and laughed.
 
“Girl, get out of here!”

She frowned.
 
“I’m not
kidding, Bobby.
 
I want some.
 
Do me!”

Bobby didn’t see any way to manage that.
 
“How?”

“Do me!
 
You’ll find a
way.”

Bobby couldn’t believe he was this far gone.
 
But he was.
 
Because he unbuckled his seatbelt, got down on his knees, and moved as
far between her legs as the car and steering wheel would allow.
 
“Keep your eyes on the road,” he ordered her,
as he opened her up and began to lick her.

Her eyes fluttered with delight as his licks continued to
increase.
 

“Oh, babe,” Bobby said with a smile, as his own dick began to
come alive just from the taste of her.

And Kaci wanted more. She drove quickly until she found a
side street that she knew would be perfect.
 
She took a fast right onto the quiet street.
 
But when he went down on her hard, biting
her, her driving sped up as her adrenalin, her drug high, her alcohol high, her
lust for him
high, sped up too.
 
She leaned back hard against the seat as the
feelings intensified, and his mouth became like fire.
 
And then he bit her hard.

“Bobby!” she cried out, cumming in his mouth.

She was so into what she was doing that she didn’t realize
she was no longer driving his car in a straight line on the quiet street, but
had drifted right and then far right, onto the sidewalk.
 

She didn’t realize she had hit someone until she saw a
woman’s body fly up onto the hood of his car, and crash against his windshield.

She slammed on brakes as soon as she saw her, causing the
woman’s small body to slide off of the hood and onto the pavement.
 
Bobby looked up.
 
“What was that?” he asked him.

“No,” Kaci said, her heart hammering as she unbuckled her
seatbelt.

Bobby got up and saw where his windshield had cracked.
 
“What did you hit?”

“I hit somebody,” Kaci said nervously, hurrying out of the
car.
  
“I hit somebody!”

Bobby, his heart in his shoe, got out too.
 
When they saw the woman’s body lying lifeless
in the street, Kaci freaked.
 
“Let’s go!”
she cried, hurrying back to the car.

“What do you mean let’s go?” Bobby cried back.
 
“What if she’s still alive?”

Bobby went to the woman and was about to feel her pulse, but
he started freaking out.
 
He could hardly
bring himself to touch her.
 
But he did.

“Is she alive?” Kaci asked as she stood near the car.

“I can’t feel a pulse,” Bobby said.
 
“I can’t feel a pulse, Kace!”

Kaci began looking around.

Bobby ran both hands through his thick, blonde hair and stood
up.
 
“This can’t be happening!”

“What are we gonna do, Bobby?”

“We need help,” Bobby said as he walked and turned, walked
and turned, and continued to look at the body.
 
“We’ve got to call 911.
 
I’ve got
to call my Dad.”

“Your dad?
 
Are you
nuts?
 
Let’s go!” Kaci was panicking too,
but it was all about her as it usually was.
 
“Let’s go, Bobby!
 
We can’t let
the cops catch us here!”

Bobby only now heard what she was saying.
 
And he was floored.
 
He looked at her.
 
“What are you talking about?
 
We can’t leave.”
 
He began pulling out his cell phone.
 
“We’ve got to call 911.”

But Kaci hurried to his side and grabbed his phone.
 
“Get in the car!” she cried.
 
“Get me out of here and get me out of here
now!”

Bobby snatched his phone back from her.
 
He’d never seen this side of her before.
 
“We have to call 911, Kace.”

“You said she didn’t have a pulse.
 
She’s already dead!
 
We don’t have to stay here to contact
authorities.
 
If the cops come and find
us here we’ll both go to prison, Bobby.”

Her logic made no logical sense to Bobby.
 
The idea that she would leave this woman
astounded him. “What are you talking about?” he asked.
 
“It was an accident.”

“No, it wasn’t!
 
You’re
high and I’m high and they’ll test us and find out what’s in our system.
 
They’re charge us with murder, Bobby, or
reckless endangerment, or something major like that and you know they will.
 
We’ll go to prison for years and years!
 
This won’t be an accident in the eyes of the
cops.
 
It’ll be murder!
 
They’ll say we caused it.
 
They’ll say
I
caused it.
 
And my Dad is
running for reelection.
 
They’ll try to
blame him if they find out I was involved.
 
He’ll lose the election.
 
I can’t
allow. . . Just get in the car, Bobby, we’ve got to get out of here!”

Bobby knew what she spoke was true.
 
The thought of any kind of confinement
terrified a free spirit like him.
 
But he
couldn’t leave this woman!
 
“I’ve got to
call 911 first,” he said.
 
“I’m not
leaving her like this.”

“I’ll call 911,” Kaci said, pulling out her own cell
phone.
 
“You just get in the car and
drive!
 
You get me away from here!
 
My dad is the mayor of this town.
 
He’ll lose the election if they find out I
had anything to do with this.
 
Get me out
of here, Bobby, and get me out of here now!
 
If you love me and want to be with me you’ll get me out of here
now!
 
I’ll call 911.”

And Bobby, his mind floating, his love for Kaci making him
crazy, did something he never dreamed he’d end up doing when he left his
apartment for a night on the town: he fled the scene of a horrific
accident.
 

He left that woman on the side of that road.

He ran like the scum of the earth his father never would
believe his son could be.
 

But he remained insistent as he drove.
 
“Call 911, Kaci!” he yelled.
 
“Call now!”

“I’m calling!” she yelled back at him as they sped away.
 
But she knew he wasn’t thinking
straight.
 
All they had to do was trace
the call.
 
And she couldn’t have
that.
 
So she did what she had to
do.
 
She pretended to press three numbers
on her cell phone, and then she spoke, as if it was an emergency, into the dead
air.

Brent was still fast asleep when Makayla woke up early the
next morning.
 
She was lying on top of
him, and he still had his arms around her, as he snored and slept like a big,
beautiful baby.
 
She stared at him.
 
She always knew she would fall in love
someday.
 
Not that kind of fair weather
love she had for Neal and those other guys she dated, but a lasting love.
 
She and Brent stayed together for a long
time.
 
They endured ups and downs and
arguments that made no sense.
 
But it was
all long distance.
 
Now, for the first
time in their entire relationship, they would be sharing the same town and,
eventually, the same bed.
 
That was a
horse of a different color to Mal.
 
They
had to make this work in more ways than one.