He settled on a new toolbox for his uncle and a couple of stoner movies and a t-shirt made out of hemp for his aunt. He bought a big box of chocolates and half a dozen romance novels for his mom. He bought Tory’s dad a fancy pocket watch and insisted that they take a picture together to send to him. When she was beginning to wonder how he'd ever have enough money left to cover the money it was going to cost in gas over the paltry amount that her mom was going to send with gas prices what they were; he also insisted on picking up a bottle of expensive scotch from a liquor store on the way home for Lindsey and Langston.
When they had gotten everything brought into the house and she was sitting on the couch waiting somewhat impatiently for him to load a bowl, he snapped his fingers. "Damn. I need to call my insurance company, make sure that Angel's covered or we ain't goin' anywhere."
"You're naming your new car Angel?"
"She's gonna get my angel home for the holidays isn't she?" He gave her a breathtaking kiss before he went to rummage in his bedroom for the number of his insurance company.
He brought back a rumpled piece of paper and the pink bag from the lingerie store, dropping the bag onto her lap. "Why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable while I take care of business?"
"You call that thing comfortable?"
He fingered the thin strip of material that would wedge firmly up her ass. "That anticipation you were talkin’ about last night baby, well watching you in this thing for more than a few minutes is going to drive me out of my freakin’ mind. You wanna sit on my lap while I'm on the phone with our friendly neighborhood insurance agent?” His voice got husky. "Convince Tony his bad girl deserves more than a lump of coal for Christmas?"
"You really are a pervert.” She snatched the black lace out of his hands.
"Never said I wasn't darlin'." He smirked as he walked to the kitchen, already dialing the number for the insurance company.
The blinds were firmly closed, so she stepped out of her clothes in the living room, cutting the tags off of the lingerie and eyeing it before she put it on. How come men could get away with being sexy when they were in a pair of jeans and women had to resort to having their tits hanging out and something shoved up their ass she thought?
She shook her head as she stepped into the negligee. She was trying to keep it out of her ass without looking too gross doing it when Tony walked back into the living room and let out a low whistle.
"Damn.”
"You never seemed to need any extra help getting turned on." She ran her hands over his chest and sighed as he stepped back to pull his shirt over his head.
"Doesn't mean I don't like it. So what we're gonna do is smoke the last of that weed, pig out on sandwiches and chips and then spend the rest of the night in the bedroom, making up for lost time."
"Sounds good to me." She tried to discreetly remove the lingerie once again from her ass.
He closed his hand over hers, and moved the fabric back into place, then ran his hand lightly over her crotch. "I like it there baby. An-ti-ci-pation remember?”
He kissed her on the neck, pressing his body firmly against hers so she could feel the erection that he was already sporting.
"Ah, the word of the hour." She tried not to stare at his crotch.
"Baby, Tony's gonna make it last more than an hour. Tony's gonna make it last all night long. You're gonna be begging me to marry you after I'm through with you so you can sleep me with me every night without living in sin."
She laughed, trying not to think of what he planned on doing to her. "That's a good one Tony. Let me bring you home to meet Lindsey and I'll introduce you as my fiancé, the guy that I'm marrying because he's so good in bed."
"People have certainly gotten married for worse things.” He gave her a cocky smile, and then turned serious. "You know that I really do love you, don't you Tor? I've never met anyone like you."
"I love you too, Tony.” The words starting to feel almost normal coming out of her mouth she thought. "Now get to your grinding and bowl packing while I make dinner."
"Does it mean I get to stare at your tight ass?"
She flipped him off as she walked into the kitchen.
"Promises, promises."
He put the last of the weed into the grinder.
She walked back into the living room with two plates a few minutes later. His was piled high with chips and a huge sandwich. Hers held a more modest sandwich and about half the chips.
He shook his head at her. "You'd think you needed to go on a diet."
"Like chips and dip are diet foods. And you need to eat so you can put that ten pounds back on that you look like you lost from not eating."
He took a huge bite of the sandwich. "Yep, gonna fatten right up for you."
"It's gonna be pure muscle with the workout I'm gonna make sure you get before I go back to school." She gave him a coy wink.
He groaned, setting aside the plate and reaching for the loaded pipe. "Damn I missed you baby."
She let her shoulder straps slip down slightly so that he could get a better view of her breasts. "And I missed you too, Tony. You'll never know how much I missed you."
"We gotta get married then. Not now of course. But when you're ready 'cause once you've been with the glory that is Tony, you're spoiled for any other man."
"What an ego you have Anthony Wilson."
But she thought he was right. When you'd been with a man who could turn your world upside down with a kiss, let alone what he could do in bed, what hope did you ever have of finding someone else who could live up to what he did to her she thought? Love and lust were two separate things but she was finding herself hopelessly in love and lust with Tony and there would be no going back.
Screw Jude, and screw Molli she thought. Let them live in a crappy apartment while Jude worked two jobs and Molli sat on her ass and watched soap operas, chain smoking and ignoring her children like a white trash version of Tory's mother. She held back a laugh at the thought, feeling almost giddy from the fragrant smoke as well as the almost high feeling she was getting from being back with Tony.
"I fucking love you so much Tony." She let the sensations take her to another place, a better place.
He laughed. "And I fucking love you too, Tory. And damn do I love fucking you. Now on that beautiful thought, let me lead you to my bedroom and teach you a lesson in the wonders of love."
If she hadn't known the true meaning of foreplay previously, he taught her that night. He spent what seemed like hours touching her, kissing her, doing anything but making love to her until she was so frustrated that she started begging him to just do it.
When she was firmly convinced that she would have an orgasm the second that he was fully inside her, he took it slow still. By the time he started moving faster, driving himself into her harder with each perfectly timed thrust, she screamed when she came it was so intense. She lay back on the bed and sighed.
"What?" There was a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"Give me a cigarette would you? I don't think I can move."
He laughed, handing her a cigarette and lighting it for her as she stuck it in her mouth with a shaking hand. "You're welcome."
"Oh yeah." She yawned, glancing at the clock; only partly surprised that it was after midnight. "Thanks."
"I wasn't talking about the cigarette darlin'. I was talking about the earth shattering orgasm I gave you. I thought my eardrums were going to burst when you called out my name. You can still hear all the dogs in the neighborhood barking. Damn that was priceless woman. Oh God," he mimicked. "Oh my God, oh Tony. Yesssss. . . Wish I'd have recorded that for posterity.”
She put her cigarette out and then moved to straddle him.
He reached up to pull her down on top of him. "You are never more beautiful than right after sex baby."
She leaned down and kissed him. "What about during?"
"You look pretty damn good then too. Really babe, I was just giving you shit. I've never heard
a more beautiful sound than you crying out my name in the throes of passion."
"I wanna hear you cry out my name Tony. I wanna hear you beg for more." She dropped her head to his chest and feathered kisses across it. She looked up at him with hooded eyes. "You up for it big boy?" She reached down to run her fingernails lightly across his penis.
"I think maybe I can manage. I got three whole weeks of being without to make up for honey."
"What about Belmont?" She kissed the side of his neck.
"No one can hold a candle to you lover. I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off of you when we're under the watchful eye of your parents."
"If we don't get a chance at Lindsey's we can christen the back seat of your new car."
"I told you you're a sex addict. I should be a sex instructor. If only every woman could get a taste of Tony, no man would worry about their wife or girlfriend not wanting sex again. They'd spend years trying to get back to that one moment of pure passion that only a true master can bring out."
She'd been running her tongue over his nipple, now she not so gently bit it.
"Hey," he said.
“Don't tease me about shit like that. You're all mine."
"Possessive now are we?"
"You're damn right I am. I think I'm gonna make you tattoo 'property of Tory' on your ass."
“Sounds kinky. So are we over Prince Jude now?"
She cocked her head, one hand still wrapped firmly around his penis. "Jude who?"
"Ah.” It turned into a groan as she tightened her grip. "That's my, oh," he breathed as she moved on top of him and took him fully inside her all at once "girl."
Thirty minutes later she really was exhausted. Moving off of him, she threaded her fingers through his. "Should we shower now or wait ‘til morning?"
He yawned. "It is morning woman. We'll wait ‘til we wake up. I think I'm gonna go see my mom tomorrow instead of on the way out of town. I don't want to leave you waiting in the car. I'll take you to meet her some other time."
"Okay." She snuggled into his arms and pulled the blanket over them.
She was nervous about meeting Tony's mom she thought. How comfortable could it be to meet your boyfriend's mom in a mental hospital?
Chapter 12
When Tory woke around ten the next morning Tony was already out of bed. She could smell coffee and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. Stretching, she leaned over and reached for a cigarette out of the half empty pack on the nightstand and leaned back on the bed as she lit up. It felt wonderful to wake up in Tony's bed. She could really get used to this.
Of course she'd have to talk him into buying a new bed she thought, rolling over with a groan. She thought she could feel a spring starting to poke her in the back.
Tony walked into the room minutes later when she was leaning over to put her cigarette out. "Morning sleeping beauty.” He leaned down to give her a kiss. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
"Good. We've got eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns."
"Wow, I didn't know you bought any of that stuff when we were at the store."
He laughed. "I didn't. I went to the store while you were still passed out snoring."
"I don't snore," she said indignantly.
"Oh yes you do my dear. But it's the cutest snore you've ever heard. I'll tape it for you sometime to prove it. Come eat."
"Let me take a shower first."
"Nope, you bring your beautiful naked ass to the kitchen. You can take a shower after I leave. I can't get enough of my girl. You're lucky I didn't sit there and watch you sleep all morning. Or do something a little less savory like rape you while you slept."
"Don't they say you can't rape the willing?" She gave him a wink.
"I believe they do." He chuckled, pulling her up off of the bed and taking her briefly into his arms. "You don't mind working on this place while I'm gone do you? Carl and Andi said they might stop by later to help. Though I'll probably be back before those two make it over. If they make it over. Teenagers."
"Ha ha old man. Hey Tony." She sat down at the table, raising an eyebrow at the plate heaped full of food that he slid in front of her. "When are you going to get a new bed? I think I can feel a spring starting to poke through. That thing must be ancient."
"When we get back you can help me pick out a new one."
"Okay. Are you trying to make me fat?"
"I don't think you'd ever get fat no matter how much you ate, Tor. You could stand to put on a few pounds. Damn," he muttered as the ringing of a phone came from the direction of the bedroom. "Is that yours or mine?"
She shrugged, starting to get up from the table. "I'll get it.”
He waved her back down. He brought her phone back a moment later, a beeping signaling that the call had been transferred to voice mail.
"I hope it's not my mom." Flipping open the phone, she glanced at the screen. New voicemail it read. As she pushed the button it switched over to one missed call and 'Dad'.
"That's a shock. Dad usually calls about three or four times a year if that. I hope nothing's wrong."
Heart beating fast, she pushed the button that directed her to her voicemail and put in her password. "Tory," her father's voice said. "I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I'm gonna be out of touch for a few days so I thought I'd call now. Sorry I missed you. I love you honey. I miss you.”
With a sigh of relief she shut the phone, having saved the message. Her father's voice was a comfort that she missed.
"Aren't you gonna call him back?" Tony said, having cleared his plate and put it in the sink.
"I don't know. He probably won't answer."
"Give it a try hon. I'm sure he wants to talk to you. That's why he called."
"I can't call my Dad while I'm naked. That would be too weird."
He rolled his eyes at her, went to the bedroom and came back with a well-worn flannel robe. "Put this on, then hurry up and dial the damn phone."
"You don't seem like a robe kind of guy." She slipped into the robe and tied the belt as tightly around her waist as she could, though it was still loose.
He turned away, fiddling with a bottle of creamer on the counter. "It was my Dad's."
She put her arms around him and kissed him gently on the neck. He gave her a weak smile and went back towards the bedroom.
She pushed the button that was programmed to dial her dad's number, and bit her lip as she heard the distant ringing on the other end. It rang eight times. The answering machine had started to come on when she heard a click as her dad picked up the phone.
"Damn it," she heard him say as he tried to turn off the machine. "Hello? Are you still there?"
"Daddy." She felt like a little girl and had to clear her throat because a lump had formed.
Oh she missed her dad she thought. Why couldn't things have been different? Why did Lindsey have to be such a bitch?
"Tory can you hear me honey? I think we have a bad connection."
"I'm here Daddy." She was suddenly at a loss for words.
She turned and saw Tony standing in the doorway to the living room, jacket on, keys in hand. "I'll be back in a bit baby," he murmured softly into her ear, giving her a quick kiss.
"How are you honey? How's school going?"
"It's okay. I'm glad it's almost over. That place can drive you nuts."
"I'm sure. Are you going home for Christmas?"
"Yeah. My boyfriend and I are going to head out tomorrow."
"Boyfriend huh? I thought you had broken it off with Jude."
She talked to her Dad easily a third as often as she talked to her mother and he remembered she thought.
"Yeah. I’ve been seeing this guy for a few months now. He's a good guy. A little older but a good guy. I think you'd like him."
"How much older?"
"Well." She might as well tell HIM the truth she thought. "He's 21."
"I see. I suppose you are almost 18 so there’s not much I can say. Does he have f
amily in the area as well or is he going to be staying with you at your mother's house?"
"He's gonna be staying with me at Lindsey's. We'll be there a few days."
"It wouldn't hurt you to stay at your mom's for a few extra days would it Tory? It's not like you're not going to be leaving for college in a few months. And would it kill you to call her Mom? Your grandma would roll over in her grave if she knew I was letting you get away with calling your mother by her first name."
"She doesn't care if I call her Lindsey. She prefers it. I think she'd prefer it sometimes if I wasn't her daughter," she burst out, suddenly angry at her dad again. She just missed him so much. It was a lot easier to be mad at him than to let all the pain come through.
"Don't ever let me hear you say something like that about your mother again."
"Damn it Dad, what do you care? I haven't seen you since Grandma died. You know all the crap she put me through and you never once bothered to try to get custody. You made excuses and gave up without trying. She never wanted me around. She probably would have handed me over to you on a silver platter. But what does it matter now? I'm almost an adult and then I don't have to see Lindsey anymore. And I never see you. So what the hell Dad? I might as well be an orphan. Pretend I don't have parents."
"Tory, you don't understand. It wasn't as easy as you think. Believe me, if I could have taken you, I would have. And of course your mother wants you around."
There he went again, she thought, always calm, never saying a bad word about Lindsey. "It’s just more excuses Dad. Are you going to bother to come to my graduation? I thought that maybe I could come see you at spring break since Lindsey and Langston aren't going to be home, but what's the point? You probably don't want to see me."
She knew that she sounded like a sulky child but she couldn't help it. She'd had so much emotion pent up inside of her for so long that it had to come out sometime or she was bound to explode.
"Of course I want to see you Tory. And of course I'm coming to your graduation."
He had brushed aside the idea of her coming to see him for spring break but she would let that go for now she thought. "So what are you doing for Christmas Dad?" She was holding back a sigh as she picked at a stray thread on Tony's robe.
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