Misty Reigenborn Romance Boxed Set (147 page)

"Of course not Tor.  You don't have to worry about me running off with some girl I see on the street.  I'm with the one I want to be with."

"You don't think I am?  I wouldn't have put you through the torture of meeting my mom and stepdad if I didn't plan on sticking with you."

She was trying to keep her eyes from drifting back to the teenage guy's ass in his tight jeans as he left the restaurant with his parents, his little sister holding tightly to his hand. 

"I saw that," Tony said.  But she thought he sounded more good natured now.

"What?"

"You know what.  You were checking out Romeo's ass."

"You know how they say a woman's body is a work of art?  I happen to think that a well-built guy's ass in a pair of tight jeans is an art form all its own."

"I'll let you look at mine all you want.  I'll let you take a picture so you'll never have to look at another guy's."

"Mmm.  Take a picture of your bare chest sweaty after sex too, and we've got a deal."

"You like me sweaty?  You really are weird Tory."

"I only like you when I've made you sweaty." She grinned.  "Let's get out of here or I'll make you stop by your house before you go to your aunt's and put your old bed to use one last time."

"Nah, you'd only be thinking of nose ring."

"As if I get half a chance to think about anyone else while I'm in bed with you."

He grinned.  "It's nice to be gifted."

"Yes Tony.  Are you ready to get out of here?" 

"Yeah."

He left a tip on the table, though she wondered why he bothered when it was a buffet with self -serve drinks.  No one had bothered to come clear the plates off of their table.  But he had manners deeply ingrained from his parents or his aunt and uncle, most likely both.  She had no doubt that he'd make sure his children grew up the same way.  He held the door open for her.  She walked out, squinting in the winter sunshine.

The family was still working on getting kids strapped into car seats and seat belts.  She had to hold back a groan as they walked by the suburban because 'nose ring' was leaning over, strapping his little sister into a car seat, the muscles in his ass flexed, t-shirt riding up so that she caught a glimpse of tanned skin between his belt and where the t-shirt had ridden up.  She almost breathed a sigh of relief when they were safely past, glad that Tony hadn't caught her practically drooling over the guy again. 

She so needed to get laid she thought.  When they reached the cars, she pressed him back against the passenger side of his car, giving him a long kiss.  Pulling back she said "So unless we need to stop for a bathroom break or I decide that I really need a cigarette I guess we're making a straight run home then?"

"Guess so."

"Don't look so thrilled Tony.  Don't tell me you're not looking forward to getting sweaty on your new sheets.  I know I am."

"Of course I am.  I'm not looking forward to going back to the ever so exciting life of being a drug dealer." 

"What did you plan on doing with your life before you decided to be a drug dealer Tony?"

She turned her head slightly so that she could look at the passing suburban without looking too obvious.  Nose ring was behind the wheel and damned if he didn't look hot she thought.  One arm out the window, shoulder length dark blonde hair blowing in the wind, bad boy to the bone even with his brothers and sisters safely strapped into the back seats and his father beside him in the passenger seat.  It should be illegal to look that good. 

Tony was talking.  She had to take a breath and say "What?"

He rolled his eyes at her.  "He's gone now.  You can let your jaw move back to its normal position."

"I'm not that bad.”

"Yes, you are”

"Don't tell me that you don't appreciate a woman when you think she's got a nice body.  It's no different.  I don't want to go to a strip show.  Those guys may have nice bodies but you've got to have the face to go with it.  Why don't you do a little dance for me when you get home?  You my love have got the full package."

"Thanks, Tor.  Just not quite good enough to keep you from having an instant orgasm over some sixteen year old guy with a nose ring." 

"It doesn't hurt to look does it?  It's not like I'm ever going to see the guy again.  He's probably a jerk anyway."

"He looked like a real big jerk when he was holding his little sister's hand Tor."

"Oh yeah, and strapping her into her car seat."

"Yeah, I caught that too.  You wanted to reach out and grab his ass; run your hands up underneath his shirt so you could feel his muscles."

"Oh, mean like I do to you?" 

"I'm gonna take you home and make you forget that you ever saw Mr.  Nose Ring."

"Promise?" 

“Don't tell Andi about him.  You didn't take a picture of him with your phone when I wasn't looking did you?"

"No." But only because she hadn't thought of it.  "So what were you saying about what you wanted to do before you became a dealer?"

"Just that I was kind of like you are now, with no clue as to what I wanted to do."

"Sounds like a bright future for us all around huh?"

"You'll figure it out Tor.  I will too.  I sure don't want to end up thirty and working at some nine to five job that I hate with my mom still living with us because it's the only way we can afford to pay the rent." 

"Were you any good at song writing?"  She took a cigarette from the pack on his hood, figuring that if he was having a cigarette she might as well too. 

"All I ever wrote was shit that was practically pornographic.  It's not like I had any hopes and dreams of making it big."

“Maybe you can write the soundtracks for porn flicks."

"The songs they play usually don't have words.  It's all that cheesy supposed to be sexy crap that you don't really hear after a while."

"You ever think about counseling?"

"I'm hardly going to ask Langston to pay for counseling now.  My traumatic childhood is almost over." 

"Not counseling for you you dork.  You seem to like to take care of the walking wounded.  Look at me.  I could be your first success story.  Drug dealer turned legit by the hand of one courageous teenage girl."

"It's not me who's doing it.  You made the decision to turn your life around."

"But it started with you.  Started with wanting to be better so you'd be proud to be with me."

"That came from you too.  I didn't ask you to love me."

"Seriously Tory, think about it."

"Yeah, that's it Tony.  I'll be a counselor for little girls whose mothers don't love them because there's only room in their icy hearts for a love of money.  And you can write sexy songs that they have to beep every other word out when they play them on the radio.  Our futures are set in stone now."

He shook his head at her, tossing his cigarette away.  "Guess we'd better get back on the road huh?"

"Yeah.  Do you still have the songs that you wrote for your English teacher?"

"Probably in a box in the garage somewhere.  My mom threw the originals away but I had copies.  Why?"

"Just curious."

He leaned down and gave her a kiss.  "Don't daydream about nose ring when you're driving.  You'll probably crash into a utility pole."

She laughed.  "I won't.  Can I think about being naughty in bed with you tonight?"

"That's probably not a good idea either."

"Spoilsport."

"'Ol spoilsport would prefer his girl to make it home in one piece." 

"Yeah, okay.  If you need to stop for some reason, call me."

"Yep."

She blew him a kiss as he opened his car door and got behind the wheel.  She got behind the wheel of the mustang and strapped on her seat belt, starting the car.  Tony gave her a wave as she pulled out in front of him. 

They had been back on the road a little less than an hour when her phone rang.  She glanced at it in the console.  It was Tony. 

She picked up the phone and answered the call.  "What's up?"

"I need to pee and I need more caffeine.  Is there an exit up ahead?"

"Um.” She tried to rack her brain for exactly where they were.  She'd been driving kind of on autopilot which probably wasn't the best idea, but it had worked so far.  The drive between Langston's and home was pretty boring, just a long stretch of road with highway exits few and far between.  "I think there might be an exit a couple of miles up, but I'm not sure."

"All right.  Keep your eyes open.  Anything that has a restroom and coffee with work."

"Okay."

"If you don't see anything within the next five miles or so, I'm gonna have to pull over and take a piss by the side of the road.  The caffeine can wait, but my bladder won't for very much longer."

"Okay.  Just call me again and let me know you need to pull over.  You're better at keeping track of distance than I am."

"That's what you've got an odometer for."

"Do you want me to watch the road or do you want me to watch the tenths of a mile click away on the little thing?"

"Okay, Tor.  I'll call you."  He sounded amused. 

"Sounds good to me." 

"Bye baby."

"Bye Tony."

She shut her phone and tossed it back into the console. 

Luckily there was an exit about three miles up.  She pulled off and Tony followed her into the parking lot of a gas station that housed a convenience store.  They both used the restroom.  Then Tory browsed the refrigerated drink section while Tony filled the biggest cup they had with coffee. 

She pulled out a bottle of juice and followed him to the cash register where he once again insisted on paying.  Outside, he took such a big gulp of the hot coffee that she knew had to have burned his tongue. 

"You sure you're okay Tony?" 

"Yep, much better now." 

"Think we can make it all the way home this time?"

"Yep.  Aunt Lori called me again while you were still in the restroom.  She just smoked the last of her weed so we've got to get home."

"Okay."

He kissed her and then headed back to his car. 

"Hey Tony?"

"What?"

"Should I park my car in your backyard now?"

"No, Carl can park on the street if he comes over."

"Okay."

She got behind the wheel again, strapped her seat belt on and started the car, once again headed back out onto the road.  They made it home this time without a hitch.  She pulled into his driveway a few minutes after 5 pm.  He parked beside her a minute later, engine still running.

He got out of the car and handed her his house keys.  "Don't worry about bringing any of your stuff in unless there's something you really need.  Don't answer the door if someone knocks.  I'm gonna tell Carl that if he decides to come by he should call your cell first.  Lock the door.  I'll call you when I'm on my way back."

"Okay." 

She was thinking that maybe he was being a little paranoid.  Then again she was going to be alone at night in the house of a known drug dealer, so maybe he was right to be a little paranoid. 

"I love you baby.  You know where my laptop is if you want to use the internet right?"

"Yep, love you too."

He patted her on the ass as she walked up the steps, and waited until she'd unlocked the door and was safely inside the house before he pulled out of the driveway.  She made sure the door was shut tight and locked behind her.  Then she sat down on the couch and pulled her cell phone out of her purse where she'd tossed in when she'd gotten out of her car.

She sat back on the couch, not knowing what to do with herself.  The house was clean.  All the laundry was done besides the clothes that they'd been wearing for the past few days.  What was the point of washing her clothes by themselves when Tony's would need washed too, and they were still in the trunk of his car which wasn't here she thought?  She thought it would be kind of sexy in a way, washing their clothes together.  This led her to believe again that she really needed to get laid. 

She wasn't interested in video games and she sure as hell wasn't going to go paging through his pile of porno mags.  Then she remembered that she'd wanted to look at mattresses on the internet and went to his room to retrieve his laptop from its case in the closet.  She wasn't sure why he had it and paid for internet, since she'd never seen him use it.  She had only seen him remove it from the case once, and that had been to get a pipe that he'd for some reason tucked away next to the computer in the case. 

She brought it out to the kitchen, setting it up on the table, plugging it into the wall because she had no idea if the battery was good.  It booted up smoothly.  She was able to connect to the internet without a problem, and was still browsing the local stores that had websites for mattresses when her phone rang half an hour later. 

She got up and went back to the living room, not bothering to look at her caller id, thinking that it was Tony letting her know that he was on his way home.