Until Mick hit Roz in her spot onetime too many, and she couldn’t hold back. “You’re making me go there, Mick. You’re making me cum. Mick. Mick. Mick!”
And she came with an orgasm so hardand ferocious that she moved and twisted and turned so much that her legs endedup wrapped around Mick’s neck. And shewas still cumming.
Then Mick came too. He couldn’t hold it in another second,either, and gave her all he had. He cameas hard and as ferocious as she had cum. And just as she had called his name as she came, he was calling hers.
When they had finished, he collapsedon top of her. She didn’t mind. She let him lay there regaining his strengthwhile she rubbed his silky black hair. Until he heard himself snore.
He smiled, and looked at her. “That was me?”
Roz laughed. “Yep!”
Mick snorted. “Sorry about that. How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked her.
“As I said, it was okay,” shesaid. She wanted him to ask about lastnight, and the fact that she didn’t get the role she was hoping to get, but hedidn’t ask. Probably didn’t evenremembered she had an audition, although she told him more than once.
He kissed her, got up, and headed forthe bathroom.
As she heard him peeing, she grabbedthe remote and turned on the TV. Afterflipping channels, she settled on an international news story about an actressshe knew getting engaged to a prince.
“And in other international news,”the anchorman said, “the British Parliament sought to censure the PrimeMinister for his refusal to submit to a breathalyzer while driving under theinfluence last evening. But the measurefailed.”
Mick flushed the toilet and beganwashing his hands.
“In Rome,” the anchor continued, “ahighly-fortified facility loaded with illegal weaponry was raided today.”
Mick walked into the bedroom dryinghis hands with a towel and watching the TV. Roz was about to change the channel, but she noticed his interest.
“The raid was led by America’sAlcohol, Firearms, and Tobacco agency, and according to the Americans, thestash is believed to be worth well in excess of two-hundred millionpounds. It is said to be the largestone-day haul by the agency on foreign soil. The owner of the facility, and thereby the owner of the illegal arms,has yet to be determined. The AFT, thusfar, is tight-lipped.”
Then the anchor moved on. “In Pakistan today,” he began, but Roz turnedoff the TV. She was looking atMick. “Is that why you’re going toRome?” she asked him.
He headed for his underwear draweragain. “Yep,” he said as he tossed thetowel aside and began getting dressed.
“The ATF, Mick? That’s heavy duty shit.”
“Don’t I know it,” Mick said.
“But is that seizure legal?” Rozasked. “I mean, how can they go to Romeand seize your property? I’ll bet it’snot legal.”
“They’d bet it too,” Mick said. “They want the owner to dispute the right ofseizure. That’s what they want. They want the owner identified.”
“You don’t think they already know?”
Mick hesitated as he dressed. “I don’t know. But I’ll find out.”
“I’ll bet it’s illegal.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Mick said. “They get away with that shit. They raided my facilities in Belarus too.”
Roz realized the gravity. “Is it a good idea for you to go to Rome,Mick? Couldn’t Lewdy or the lawyershandle it?”
“I don’t leave it up to somebody elseto handle business that can blow back on me and mine. I have to take care of it.”
Which made perfect sense to Roz. But still! “When will you be back?”
“May take a few days,” Mick said, “ora week or two. It all depends on what’shappening once I get there.”
Roz hated to hear it. She looked at him. “What?” he asked.
“I didn’t get the part,” she said.
Mick hated to hear that! He let out a sigh. “Want me to do something?” he asked her.
“Like what? Crack skulls and make them want me? Of coursenot.” Then she sighed too. “It’ll work out. It always does.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said and thenturned toward the drawer. She got upand, as he continued to fumbled to open a new pack of t-shirts, she placed herarms around him from behind and laid her head on his back. She needed him.
Mick could sense her clinginess as heremoved the t-shirt out of the package. He turned around, saw the anguish in her big eyes, and pulled her intohis arms. Roz had to be strong. He could never let her wallow in her weaknessor there was no way he was ever going to be able to conduct his businesseffectively. Because he knew a truththat even Roz didn’t know: if she couldn’t handle his absences the way he knewshe could, he wouldn’t go. It would ruinhim, and possibly put his entire family in danger, but he would never hurtRoz. She always came first. Even above his grown children, he knew deepdown. Because, if it wasn’t for Roz, hisrelationship with his children would be virtually non-existent compared to whatit was now. It was strained for the mostpart because of his sternness with them, but they were an integral part of hislife now. The twins were still in gradeschool. And he got a second chance atbeing a better parent when he and Roz had those two, but he still wasn’t greatat it. And even they took a backseat toRoz. It was how Mick was built. She was the only human being to everpenetrate his wall. His greatest love onearth, and loyalty, would always belong to her first.
But he could not let her beweak. She had to be strong for her ownsake. For their family’s sake. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised. Then he leaned back, with his hands on hershoulders, and looked at her. “Youunderstand I have to handle it. Don’tyou, Rosalind?”
She understood. Because it was true. She wasn’t going to play make-believe. “Yes,” she admitted. “I understand.”
Mick gave a slight smile. “That’s my girl,” he said, and kissedher. “Nobody tougher.” Then he put on his t-shirt and continuedgetting ready.
Roz felt less-than as she made herway back to the bed. She felt as if hehad put her in a situation where she had no
