Brent Sinatra: All of Me (6 page)

He continued to make love to her.
 
For well over half an hour he pumped into
her, squeezing his ass with every push, and she held on, enjoying the
ride.
 

But then she came.
 
She
leaned her head back and stretched her body, exposing her gorgeous neck, and
began to moan out as hard as her pussy was pulsating against his penis.
 
And that pulsation, and that tightening
around his shaft, caused him to cum too.
 
But if her cum had her shouting out, his cum had him straining out.
 
His muscles tightened and his veins became
exposed as he poured out his love, and covered her.

It took several minutes of cum, but they finally
overcame.
 
And even then, after they had
climaxed and there was no cum left to release, they continued to hold onto each
other as if they were holding onto a lifeline.
 

Brent moved Makayla on top, and continued to hold her
tightly, but he was still unsettled.
 
She
could feel his unease.

She lifted her head and looked at him.
 
“I’m fine, babe.
 
I promise you.”

“You’re too far away,” he said to her.
 
“It takes me four hours to get to you.
 
It took me four hours to get here.”

“It’s only two more weeks and I’ll be in Jericho.”

He shook his head.
 
“That’s too long.
 
I want you
there now.”

She smiled.
 
“Brent, I
can’t just leave my job like that.
 
I
have too many cases to close.
 
You know
that.”

He knew it, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“And I still need to find a place to stay.”

“You don’t need a place to stay,” Brent said.
 
“You’re staying with me.”

It was becoming a bone of contention with them.
 
“I can’t stay with you,” Makayla said.
 
“I told you I have to have my own place.
 
My own space.
 
It won’t work otherwise.”

“It’ll work,” he said confidently, kissed her on the
forehead, and held her even tighter.
 
And
those same feelings of warmth that shot through their bodies like fire while
they made love, now ran through his soul like ice.
 
Because he knew the time was now.
 
Not tomorrow night, not any other night.
 
Now.
 
“Makayla,” he said.

Makayla detected the serious shift in his tone.
 
Was he finally agreeing that she needed a
place of her own?
 
She lifted her
head.
 
“Yes?”

When he saw her beautiful eyes again, and saw the sincerity
in those eyes, he smiled.
 
He was going
to enjoy this.

“What is it?” she asked.

“We need to talk.”

Makayla’s heart dropped.
 
When he said it over the phone, it didn’t sound as dire as it sounded
now.
 
Was this the last straw for
him?
 
Was she too much trouble to
him?
 
Was he having second thoughts about
her move to Jericho altogether?
 
“You
told me that already,” she said.

“We need to talk now.”

Makayla hesitated.
 
“I’m all ears.”

Brent continued to stare at her.
 
She expected him to give some speech the way
he was prepping, but he surprised her again.
 
“Will you marry me, Makayla?” he asked her.

Makayla lifted up on top of him.
 
Her bare breasts were exposed, and dangled in
front of her, and a swath of her silky hair dropped into her face, covering one
of her eyes.
 
She looked sexy as hell to
Brent.
 
But his heart was hammering.
 
Just because he asked didn’t mean she was
going to say yes.

And, at first, he doubted if she would say yes.
 
Because she was staring at him now.
 
Because she wasn’t smiling and all giddy, she
looked serious.
 
This was serious.

“Mal?” he asked.
 
“You’re leaving me in suspended animation here.”

And that was when she smiled. “Yes,” she said.
 
“I’ll marry you, Brenton.”

And Brent let out the grandest smile she’d ever seen on him,
and he pulled her back into his arms.

But then she sat up again.
 
“Wait a minute.
 
Where’s the ring,
buster?”

“Oh.
 
I. . . I didn’t
expect to be coming to town today.
 
I
planned to ask you tomorrow night. I left the ring in Jericho.”

Makayla shook her head in pretense of umbrage.
 
“Many ladies will not answer a proposal until
they see how rich that ring looks.”

Brent laughed.

“You’re trying to marry me on the cheap, Sinatra?”

Brent pulled her back into his arms.
 
“Wait until you see the diamond on that
ring,” he said.
 
“Cheap will be the
furthest thought on your mind.”

Makayla smiled too.
 
And relaxed into his big arms around her.
  
It wasn’t the way she had envision it.
 
She expected him to propose at some fancy
restaurant, not naked in bed.
 
But he proposed.
 
That was all that mattered now.
 
She couldn’t say she’d been waiting for this
ever since they first met, because that wouldn’t be true.
 
She didn’t want to get married any more than
he did.
 
But after seeing him at Sprig’s
funeral, and realizing how much he meant to her, she changed.
 
Suddenly her career wasn’t the shining light
in her life.
 
Brent was.
 
And she was willing to sacrifice to keep that
glow in her life.
 
Marriage was on her
mind these last few months, and although they never discussed it at any length,
it was apparently on his mind too.
 

She looked up, into his face.
 
He smiled, smoothed her hair back in place, and kissed her.
 
And she kissed him.
 
And soon he was rubbing her bare ass, and
sucking her breasts, and moving his stiff penis along her vagina until it found
her opening again, and made its way inside.

And Makayla realized, as he began making love to her all over
again, that this was the best way to propose.
 
Being alive, being with Brent, knowing that she was soon to become Mrs.
Brent Sinatra, was the best engagement gift anybody could have ever given to
her.
 
She laid on top of him, and
cherished the moment.

By the time Makayla showered, brushed her teeth, and put on her
bathrobe, she could smell the bacon.
 
By
the time she made it downstairs and saw Brent in her kitchen slaving over her
hot stove, she smiled.
 
He was fully
dressed in the same suit he had worn the night before, but Brent knew how to do
it: his suit looked pristine.

“Good morning,” he said without turning around.

She began walking toward him.
 
“How did you know it was me?”

“I felt warmth in my heart.”

“Ah, how sweet!” Makayla went to him and hugged him from
behind.

“And I heard you marching down the stairs like an elephant.”

Makayla slapped him on his behind.
 
Brent laughed and turned toward her.
 
When he saw that wonderful spark in her
expressive eyes, he felt that deep, abiding love for her all over again.
 
He placed an arm around her.
 
When he kissed her, he moaned inside her
mouth and turned what was to be a peck into a long, sensual
tongue-to-tongue.
 
“You taste great,” he
said.

“You taste like cinnamon,” she said.

Brent smiled.
 
“I taste
my cooking.”

“Nall,” Makayla said as she left his side and headed around
the center island to sit down facing him, “you’re naturally sweet.”

“If you ever say that in front of any of my men you will
answer to me.”

Makayla laughed and sat down.
 
“Yes, sir,” she said.
 
Then her
look turned serious.
 
“I thought it was a
dream,” she said.
 
“I thought what you
said to me, your proposal, was nothing but a dream.”

“It was a dream,” Brent said as he smiled and turned back to
his pots and pans.
 
“You’re absolutely
correct.
 
Forget everything I said last
night.”

“Fat chance,” Makayla said, and Brent laughed as he placed
the bacon on two plates and sat them on the center island.

He looked at her.
 
“No
second thoughts?”

Makayla looked at him.
 
“No.
 
You?”

“Fat chance,” he said, and she laughed.

“But really, Brent, I still think, until we get married, I
need my own place to stay.”

She could see a disapproving look appear in his hard
eyes.
 
“You’re staying with me,” he said,
and then grabbed a mitten, and pulled English muffins out of the oven. He sat
the tray on the center island.

Makayla, however, did not relent.
 
“But I would rather have my own place,” she
said.

“Not necessary.”

“It is necessary, Brent!”

“And why is that?
 
Because people might talk?
 
Who
gives a rat’s ass?”

“It’s not about people talking.
 
It’s about me.
 
It’s about how I conduct my life.
 
I’m used to having my own place.
 
It’s what I’m used to.”

“And after we get married?” Brent asked.
 
“Still want your own place?
 
Since that’s what you’re used to.”

“It won’t be the same thing.”

“What will be different?
 
Tell me that.
 
Before we get
married, we’ll be sharing the same house.
 
After we get married, we’ll be sharing the same house.
 
What’s the difference, Makayla?”

“Think about it, Brent.
 
For four years we’ve lived in different towns.
 
Different states for most of those
years.
 
Now we’re going to just live
together?”

“Yes.”

“There has to be a transition period.
 
Let me move to Jericho, get my own place, and
we can gradually work this out.”
 
She
could tell he didn’t like what she was saying. But that didn’t stop her from speaking
her mind.
 
“I’ve had my own all of my
adult life.
 
When I was a kid and was
forced to live with people who didn’t want me there, I promised myself to
always have my own.
 
Now you expect me to
just give that all up?”

“That’s what you’re going to have to do.
 
You’re mine now.”

That sounded strange to Makayla.
 
“We’ve been dating for four years,
Brent.
 
I thought I was yours before.”

“You’re moving to Jericho.
 
You’re going to be my wife.
 
It’s
different now.
 
It’s no longer you doing
your thing and me doing mine.
 
We’re
going to be a family, you and I, and I’m going to be the head of that
family.
 
It’s no longer you out here on
your own making all of your own decisions.
 
You’re going to have to get used to that.”

“And shacking up with you is the answer?”

“Yes,” Brent said bluntly.
 
“We need to get on with it.”
 
He
placed a muffin on her plate and pushed the plate in front of her.
 
“Now eat,” he said with a smile.

Makayla smiled and accepted her plate.
 
After he sat down and they held hands and
said a prayer, they did eat.
 
But Makayla
couldn’t stop thinking about the move, and the idea that he wanted her to live
with him.
 
But shacking up always felt
like a dress rehearsal to her.
 
It felt
as if he wanted a trial run first, and if it didn’t work out he wouldn’t take
their relationship to marriage or any other level.
 
Some people thought it was wise to try it on
for size first.
 
She thought it was a
copout.
 
She thought it was a
self-fulfilling prophecy.
 
She thought it
was a graveyard for commitment-phobic people who couldn’t be satisfied until
the person they loved passed some rigorous test that even they couldn’t
pass.
 
The same kind of test she was
unable to pass as she went from foster care home to foster care home and she
swore not to let it happen again.
 
Nobody
was going to test her ever again.
 
Not
even Brent.
 
She was getting her own
place.

Brent looked at her as she ate.
 
He knew she was going to be a handful.
 
He knew he was going to have to break down
all kinds of walls to win Makayla’s complete trust.
 
That was why he felt it imperative that she
move in with him, and depend on him, and realize that she was no longer in this
fight alone.

“What are you planning on doing today?” he asked her.
 
“Resting?”

“I wish.
 
I’ve got to
be in court today.
 
I’ve got to get to
the office and review my opening arguments.”

But Brent was concerned.
  
“Couldn’t you do that from home?
 
You went through a very traumatic event at that office yesterday, Mal.”

“It was a terrible thing to happen.
 
It was bad.
 
But as you know, life don’t wait for the weather to break.
 
That trial starts today whether I’m there or
not.
 
I’m going to be there.”

“Couldn’t the judge postpone it until next week at least?”

Makayla shook her head.
 
“No.
 
I mean, he could if I
requested it.
 
But that wouldn’t be fair
to the victim’s family.
 
They came all
the way from the U.K. for justice for their little girl.
 
The trial must go on and go on today.”

Brent understood, and he loved her sense of fairness.
 
“Fine,” he said.
 
“But I’m not heading back to Jericho until
I’m certain you’re okay returning to that office.”

Makayla smiled.
 
“And
how in the world are you going to make certain of that?” she asked.

An hour later, she found out exactly how because Brent not
only followed her to the state capital building, but escorted her upstairs, to
her office.
 

Brent held his hand in the small of her back the entire time,
as if he wanted to serve notice to anybody watching that she was his, as they
walked past rows and rows of desks on their way to her office.
 
Makayla found it amusing the way her
coworkers were smiling and elbowing each other as they walked past.
 
They all knew of Brent, but he had never been
to her office before.
 
This was a treat
for them.

And some of them couldn’t contain themselves.
 
“Wow,” she heard one female staffer utter
when Brent walked by her desk.

“I want some of that,” said another one as Brent walked past.

Brent and Makayla laughed at the last comment, and looked
back at the staffer.
 
She covered her
mouth, surprised that her whisper had been heard, but quickly realized they
weren’t offended in the least.
 
She
sighed relief as the couple continued to head toward Makayla’s small, corner
office.

Until Judy Fifer, a tall, beautiful red head, cornered them
just as they were approaching the door.
 
“What are you doing here, Makayla?”

“I have opening arguments this morning.
 
Remember?”

“Call Judge Beckmann.
 
He’ll postpone.”

“I know.
 
But no.
 
The victim’s family came all the way from the
U.K.
 
We have to get started.”

Judy nodded.
 
Brent
could tell she appreciated Makayla’s sense of duty too.
 
“Okay.
 
But are you okay?”

Makayla nodded.
 
“I’m
good.”

Then Judy looked at Brent.
 
“Judy Fifer,” she said, and extended her hand.

“This is Brent Sinatra, Jude,” Makayla said.

“Oh,” Judy said with a smile as he shook her hand.
 
“So you’re Brent.”

Brent smiled.
 
“Nice to
meet you.”

“She’s my supervisor,” Makayla said.

“The best one she’s ever had,” Judy said.

“If you may say so yourself,” Brent said with a smile.

Judy laughed.
 
“Right.”

“Any word on Neal’s condition?” Makayla asked her.

“He’ll live.
 
The
creep.”

Makayla laughed.
 
“Come
on now, Jude!”

“Well it’s true!
 
Bringing that craziness to my department.
 
I don’t like it.
 
But he was always a bastard like that.
 
Did you know the F.B.I. plan to issue an
arrest warrant on him today?”

That surprised Makayla. “This soon?”

“Today.
 
So if he
thought putting a bullet through his brain would get him sympathy from the
Feds, he was dreaming.”

“They’re probably more determined than ever now,” Makayla
said.

“That’s how I see it too,” Judy agreed.
 
Then she squeezed Makayla’s arm.
 
“If you can’t cut it today,” she said, “we’ll
understand.”
 
And then she looked at
Brent.
 
“Nice meeting you, Brent.”

“Same here,” Brent responded and she left.
 
Brent looked as she walked away.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Makayla said with a smile.

“With that lesbian?” Brent asked.
 
“Why would I?”

Makayla looked at him.
 
There was nothing butch about Judy.
 
But he was right.
 
She was a
lesbian.
 
“How could you tell?” she asked
him.

“A man always knows,” Brent responded.

Makayla laughed, opened her office door, and she and Brent
walked inside.
 

But as soon as she walked in, it hit her.
 
The sight of Neal hurrying toward that same
desk, with his gun drawn.
 
The sound of
that gunfire that she was certain had hit her.
 
The strong smell of ammonia where his blood had been wiped clean by the
janitorial staff.
 
It all caused her to
shudder.
 
And she fell back into
Brent.
 

She wasn’t as strong, as okay, as she thought she was.