Misty Reigenborn Romance Boxed Set

by Misty Reigenborn

  She smiled at the sight of the teenagers, and was reminded of Carl and Andi. She remarked softly to Tony as the previews started on the big screen, "I don't think you've got to worry too much about Carl anymore Tony. I think Andi will keep him on the straight and narrow. I think any red blooded American male would make sure they did whatever they could to make sure a girl like her stayed around."

  He grinned. "He is pretty whipped isn't he?"

  "He's living any teenage boy's wet dream. A gorgeous girl who puts out on the first date and is making plans so she can be near him. You can see it in her eyes that she's already planning their damn wedding."

  "What about you Tor? You got any wedding plans?"

  She shook her head and gave him an innocent look. "Nope. Don't they say people quit having sex after they get married? We can never get married. I'll go out of my mind if you stop having sex with me."

  "Honey I would blow your mind on our honeymoon. You'd be bragging about it to your friends for years afterwards."

  He gave her a kiss that made her wonder if he knew he already blew her mind every time he kissed her.

  She looked at him through hooded eyes, thinking that she would have sex with him in the theatre. "You're going to keep me around? You're not going to disappear into the sunset thinking that you're doing me a favor when all I've been able to think about for the past few days is how right it feels to wake up in your bed?"

  "If you've got it into your stubborn head that I'm what you want, I guess you're stuck with me."

  Then he leaned over and gave her another kiss that left her wanting more. "The movie's already started, and unlike those two." He gestured to the teenagers who were still making out. "I don't think we paid for our tickets so we could make out."

  "There's something to be said for a dark theatre. No one around."

  "You're gonna jump my bones as soon as we leave your mom’s house Tor." He chuckled. "I'm not gonna get arrested for boning you in a movie theatre. And I thought I had a sex addiction."

  "Maybe if you weren't so sexy and so good in bed I wouldn't want you so much."

  "I was born this way. Eyes to the front babe. We've already missed the start of the movie."

  She sighed dramatically, noticing that the middle aged adulterers had joined in the make-out fest started by the teenagers. "Everyone else is doing it." She glanced up at the screen for the first time and noticed the actors were half naked too. "Even they're doing it. You bring me to a tonsil hockey convention and leave me high and dry Tony? Why do I suddenly feel like the man in this relationship?"

  He laughed softly as he put his arm around her. "Maybe I like it when you're as worked up as you were the other night, begging me to give it to you."

  "Women have more willpower than men. If you don't shut your mouth maybe I'll make you beg for it until the night before I leave to go back to school. Sleeping naked next to you, wearing nothing around the house all day but that slutty lingerie you insisted on buying for me."

  "I bet you'd crack before I did. I drive you nuts walking around without a shirt on darlin."

  She raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanna see who cracks first? We'll invite Carl and Andi over every day, let them make out in front of us, slip off to the bedroom. You know that bothers guys more than girls knowing that someone else is doing it right under their noses when they're not getting any."

  "I wasn't the one who got so worked up over watching two people making out in the woods that I made you pull over and screw by the side of the road was I?"

  "Like you minded."

  "Nah baby, I never mind when you seduce me. It drove me nuts until you got comfortable enough to make the first move. There's nothing like knowing a beautiful woman is hot for your bod."

  "And there's nothing like yours Tony." She was already driving herself crazy with the thought. Naked just out of the shower, hair wet and curly, lounging on the bed with a cigarette, his hard abs and the muscles in his arms, his tight ass when he leaned over to put out his cigarette. And he was all hers. She sighed at the very thought, trying to return her attention to the movie where the two lovers had parted and were going broken hearted about their lives because of a stupid fight.

  "Tony," she whispered, poking him in the arm.

  "What?"

  "Look." She motioned to the couple.

  He nodded, returning his attention to the screen. "Takes practice to do it in a position like that."

  Scowling, she poked him again. "Doesn't it bother you?"

  “Nope. They wanna do it and face going to jail for getting caught screwing in public, more power to them. Although, I can see what a turn on it would be to know that at any second that pimple faced usher might walk in and catch them going at it."

  She gave him another dirty look. "It didn't turn you on to think about screwing me in my bed, thinking that Lindsey or Langston might catch us?"

  "Hell no, Tor. When some dude threatens to cut your penis off if he catches you French kissing his stepdaughter, it doesn't exactly get you hard thinking what he might do if he caught you screwing her."

  “You're no fun.”

  "I happen to be quite attached to my penis woman. I kinda thought you had quite an attachment to it too.” He gave her a sexy smile. "There was a little something that gave me that idea. Oh, what was it?" He pretended to ponder. "I remember now. I think it went a little something like 'Oh Tony, oh Tony, oh. . ."

  He had to stop because she clamped her mouth fully over his, silencing him with a rough kiss.

  "You better stop making fun of me or I'm gonna wait until Lindsey and Langston stumble home and then stand in the hallway outside your room and do that, to see if Langston's really got the guts to. . ."

  He stopped her with a kiss of his own, pushing his tongue fully into her mouth, leaving her to sit back with an exasperated sigh several minutes later.

  "If you don't stop kissing me like that I'm gonna make you rent a motel room so we can have sex."

  "I told you so." He grinned. "I knew you'd crack first."

  "We haven't started." She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. "And I was kidding. I'm not that hard up for sex."

  "We'll see." She could see he was hiding a smile.

  The credits had started rolling on the movie. The older couple got to their feet, straightening their clothes. The woman was trying to get her hair back into place. The man gave Tony a satisfied grin as they passed.

  Tory shook her head.

  "Don't give me that look Tor. I know you were thinking it too."

  "Too? You were sitting there calm and collected watching that stupid movie while everyone around us was doing it or thinking about doing it."

  "Don't think that you don't get to me Tor.” He took her hand as they walked into the chilly night air. "And I know how you think. You get this look on your face, like you're concentrating really hard, or trying really hard to think about something else when you're thinking about sex; but know you shouldn't be or at least think you shouldn't be. It's a classic case of a guilty conscience. You like sex. Hell, you REALLY like sex but you think it's wrong to like it, to want it as much as you do."

  She could feel herself blushing as she got into the driver's seat of the car. He had her pegged she thought, but then again he always did. Was everything she thought, she felt, so transparent?

  He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. "It's not wrong to like sex. You're seventeen years old babe. You held on to your virginity longer than about 90% of other kids your age. And it's not like everyone can look at you and know you're thinking about it. I'm just talented."

  She scowled as she pulled out of the parking lot, and decided it was time to change the subject. "So, are you feeling better?"

  “Yeah. The movie really wasn't that bad. You should have watched it, instead of driving yourself crazy daydreaming about me naked."

  "You're an asshole."

  "Don't think for one minute that it's not going to drive me nuts having you sleepi
ng down the hall from me and not being able to touch you. I just don't want to push my luck with your stepdad."

  "I hate hearing that word. I don't know why the word dad has to be associated with someone because they happen to be married to your mother. I wouldn't give a shit if it was the president that was married to my mother. Just because some rich idiot is screwing my mother doesn't mean that they have a damn thing to do with being my dad."

  "So." He must have sensed that it was better to change the subject again. “Did you ever wonder what it would be like to have a big family?" There was an almost wistful tone in his voice.

  "I wondered what it would be like to have a sister sometimes. It might have been nice to have someone to bitch about Lindsey with. Knowing my luck, if I'd have had a sister she would have turned out like Lindsey. That would have sucked even more. I was glad that she never married anyone with kids. With the idiots she was married to, I can only imagine what their kids would have been like. Why do you sound wistful? Carl is practically your little brother."

  "I know. I was thinking that with you being an only child you might want more than one kid."

  She sighed, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she lit a cigarette. "You are not telling me that really want ten kids."

  "Not quite that many. Two, maybe three. I'd love to have a son. Name him after my Dad; tell him all the stories about what we did together when I was a kid. Uncle Keith would make a great substitute grandpa and Aunt Lori would spoil them to death.”

  "She'd have to because I don't think I'd want to tell them my mother existed."

  "That's pretty fucked up, to not to give her a chance."

  "She doesn't want to admit that she's old enough to be the mother of a teenage daughter half the time. What makes you think she's ever going to admit she's old enough to be a grandmother?"

  "Babies change everything. Well, you hope they do obviously; but that's not always the case. You can't have a kid and not tell them that they have a grandma. What are you gonna do, tell them she's dead? Then they'd probably end up upset with you when they find out it's not true."

  "I think that they'd meet her once and decide they'd have been better off not knowing she existed. Who the hell wants to meet a crabby alcoholic bitch that would throw a shit fit if a little kid messed up her perfect clothes? They'd probably take one look at her and run away screaming. You want to put a kid through that Tony? And why are you thinking about kids? You tell me you think that I'd be better off without you because your life's a mess and you don't know how you're going to get it straightened out. Now you've got us married with three kids, taking them to meet good old grandma Lindsey."

  He sighed. "It doesn't hurt to think about it does it? Something's got to get you through. I think you'd make a really good mother Tor."

  "Because mine is so wonderful that I'd know what the hell to do with a kid?"

  "It comes natural baby."

  She raised an eyebrow. "What the hell do you do if it doesn't? Do you take them back to the hospital, hand them to the nurse and say 'you know, this mother stuff doesn't feel natural, would you mind?' We'd all be better off if Lindsey had done that after I was born. Or she could have handed me over to my dad. But no, she has to make us all miserable by pretending."

  "You are so bitter baby."

  "And your point is what? You've got an aunt and uncle that treat you like a son. I'll bet that with as messed up as your mom's ever been you've always known that she loves you. All I've got is a mother who'd rather I'd never been born and a father who never had the guts to fight for me. Oh, and let's not forget the long line of stepfathers who acted like I was never anything more than an inconvenience."

  "Babe have you ever thought about talking to someone about this? It might make you feel better to get it all out."

  "What; are you gonna be my shrink now Tony?" She let out a bitter laugh. "You're just a drug dealer."

  She regretted the words the minute they left her mouth. The wounded expression on his face made her feel worse. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. You being here is the only thing that's keeping me from taking a can of gasoline and some matches and burning that house down with Lindsey and Langston in it."

  "Maybe it would be better if you didn't come back for another visit before graduation." He laughed, trying to break the tense mood.

  "I'm sorry Tony." She pulled into the driveway, noticing with relief that Langston's car was still gone. "I didn't want to put you through all this. I just didn't know how I was going to get through it without you. Sometimes I think you're the only thing left in this world that keeps me sane."

  "And you can tell that you're obviously the only thing that was keeping me from losing it baby. You can tell how well I did without you." He scratched at a scab on his arm. "I was such an idiot. There are just some times when it's too much. I couldn't take all the other bullshit without you Tor. I don't wanna deal anymore. I don't want to visit my mom in a mental hospital while my dad's underneath a headstone. I don't want to see my uncle barely getting through the day some days, haunted by all the shit he's seen. I don't want to see my aunt curled up in a ball on the couch in the dark because her migraines are so bad that she couldn't get across the room to her purse to get her shot. I don't wanna see Carl throwing his future away because it's seems like an easier road to deal than to be run down, the life drained out of him like his dad. I couldn't take it when I thought you were ashamed of me baby. Every day, I think that my dad must be rolling over in his grave, watching my life get more and more screwed up while mom's stuck in that place, drugged out of her mind; still not able to deal with losing him. The first time I saw you." His eyes were far away as he lit a cigarette, blowing smoke out the window. "I could have sworn that you were an angel. I looked at you and saw everything my life could be. It wasn't just that you were beautiful. I've had beautiful women, hell I've had women so gorgeous they’d make Andi look like chopped liver; but you were different. It wasn't just that I wanted to get you into bed, though of course the thought entered my mind. I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you that I didn't look at you and wonder what it would be like to have you underneath me, crying out my name." He turned to look at her again, giving her a smirk. “I looked at you and saw my salvation too. The light at the end of my tunnel. I knew by looking at you that you could save me from myself. And you have Tor. I'm not gonna say that there haven't been a bunch of road blocks in the way, because you sure as hell know that's not true. We've both been stupid and we've both been stubborn. Nine out of ten people would probably have given up by now and said screw it, is this worth all the trouble? But you came back for me. You came back for me and told me to get my head out of my ass. I can never thank you enough for that. I was turning into the thing that I despise the most; a damn junkie. That’s probably laughable to most people. But it's true. Do you know how hard it was for me to hang up on you when you told me you loved me? Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard. But I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't play second fiddle to Jude anymore, or the bullshit idealized version of Jude that you thought you were in love with. There was a part of me that died every time you sang his praises after I'd made love to you. It wasn't just my pride, though that would be enough for almost any other man. Who the hell wants to hear about how wonderful some other guy is when you've done your best to blow some girl's mind in bed? At first maybe the sex was enough. I kept telling myself that you kept coming back for a reason. With a lot of women, sex has to have some kind of emotion tied in. They can't do it without some kind of emotional tie to the guy that they're doing it with. I thought that if I got you into my bed enough times, threw in a little silly sentimental bullshit here and there, you were going to forget about Jude and think that I could give you not only the sex that your body was beginning to crave, but the emotional stuff that kept you tied to Jude for so long. When you told me that you wouldn't go to dinner with me at my aunt and uncle's, it finally dawned on me that I was never going to be anything to you other than a
good screw. I couldn't deal with it anymore. It wasn't enough anymore for you to want me to screw you. I can go out; find some random bitch, and ply her with drugs or booze, hell even a bit of romance, to get her to want me to screw her. I needed you to want me to make love to you. I needed you to want me to love you. I couldn't stand the thought that you were never really going to want that. If there was a doubt in my mind that you were over Jude." He cracked another smile. "I wouldn't be here."

  "You are the absolute sweetest pervert ever."

  She leaned over and gave him a kiss, not caring if the neighbors would report back to Langston what they’d been doing in driveway after midnight.

  She wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and crawl into bed with him. She didn't care right now if they had sex. She just wanted to wake up in his arms.

  "I love you Anthony Wilson."

  "I love you too, Tory. We'd better go in now. If your stepdad comes home and catches us out here, doing what kissing you always seems to lead to, he'll probably shoot us both."

  "Another minute or two won't hurt will it? They probably won't be home for hours."

  She had moved over to the edge of her seat and was practically in his lap when he pulled back a good five minutes later, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Do I drool?"

  "I gotta get the taste of you off of me or I'll end up screwing you right here in the driveway."

  "I do have a perfectly good bed upstairs," she said suggestively.

  "No way Tor. We had this discussion before. It's not doing either of us any good to sit out here, getting all worked up when you know we have to go in the house and sleep in separate beds. Ain't neither of us getting any until we're the hell away from here. Let me make such a good impression on your stepdad that he won't think about me with my tongue in your mouth."