Misty Reigenborn Romance Boxed Set (51 page)

“Today yes.  Tomorrow we’ll practice highway driving again.”

“You’re gonna drive me nuts.  You’re making me do all this stupid driving when I could pass the damned test right now if you had enough confidence in me to let me take it.  You’re not gonna
have sex with me when you’re sitting there in a tight t-shirt and jeans that mold to your perfect ass.  I feel like a married man.  This sucks.”

Gabe chuckled.  “I always dress like this.”

“Because you know it drives girls nuts.  If you think that women don’t appreciate a man’s body you’re out of your mind.  I appreciate pretty eyes and nice hair and kissable lips, but if a guy doesn’t have a nice body, that’s a show stopper for me.  Unless the face is really, really good.”

“Your Chad was rather scrawny.”

“Yeah, but I definitely prefer a body like yours.  Six pack abs, nice muscular arms and an ass to die for.  Tattoos can make a hot guy even hotter and yours do.  You should pierce something.  Then you’d be totally irresistible.”

“No thank you.”

Brandy sighed.  “Not even your ear?  That would go with your long hair.  Oh and your hair.  Guys can definitely look good bald or with a buzz cut, but long hair on the right guy?  Damn.  And you are so the right guy to have long hair. I am getting so horny.”

“I could tell.  Your voice changes when you get excited.  You would do very well at phone sex.  At least you’d sound credible.”

Brandy wrinkled her nose.  “You’ve never paid for phone sex.  Have you?”

“I have actually.  My wife has a very sultry voice but she doesn’t like to talk dirty to me anymore.  Well, she does sometimes, but it can be exciting to hear a strange voice on the other end of the line, turning you on, thinking that they could be anyone.”

“That’s gross.  How likely is it that it’s a hot chick on the other end of the line?  It’s probably some nasty old chick that happens to have a nice voice.”

“It’s a fantasy Brandy.  That’s the whole point.  Well maybe not the whole point obviously, but part of the point.  When you have your penis in your hand, listening to a voice on the other end of the phone, you’re not thinking that this woman could be a grandmother that weighs three
hundred pounds.  You’re thinking that she could be a nineteen year old college student that needs the money to pay for her text books and has been dumped by her boyfriend and really does get turned on by the things you say to her.  Or sometimes I’m sure the man does imagine the woman to be a sixty year old grandmother with a sultry voice and a few extra pounds.  We all have our own turn ons.”

“Men are disgusting.”

“You really are young Brandy.  Do you think that you won’t find your man attractive after you’ve grown old together?  If that was always true, relationships would certainly not be very balanced.  We all have things that excite us.  And they change as we grow older.  I might have a foot fetish this year and next year I might become stimulated most performing oral sex on a woman without ever penetrating her.  Some men are driven crazy with desire when they watch their wives have sex with another man.  That was certainly never my thing, but I do rather enjoy what I talked to you about, even when it comes from another man.  Though I suppose since you said it sounded nasty when I offered to retrieve my own, you certainly wouldn’t want me to do that with another man’s.”

“You’re gonna make me throw up.  Why would you want to go down on a girl without ever having sex with her?  If you don’t like to do it, then don’t do it because you’re probably not very good at it anyway.  Shouldn’t it turn you on?  It doesn’t turn me on to blow a guy all the time, but when I’m into it, it does and I always want to have sex afterwards.  I would have been so pissed at Chad if I’d given him a killer blow job and wanted to have sex and he said thanks babe gotta go.”

Gabe chuckled.  “Yes, I’m sure you would have been.  I’m not saying that I’m a man that likes to pleasure women orally and not have sex afterwards, but some men are very much into oral sex.  Some even run personal ads and offer to pleasure women orally and want nothing in return.  I can imagine that some of them are rather frustrated after the encounters because the man doesn’t offer to penetrate them, but no two people have the same exact wants or needs.”

“You don’t make sense to me Gabe.  You own a bar.  You wear nothing but jeans and t-shirts and have tattoos that make your arms look even better.  You’re a total horny, dirty low down pervert.  Yet you speak like an educated dignified gentleman sometimes.  Penetrating a woman. 
He won’t screw her or fuck her.  I can say it.  You can sure as hell say that and worse sometimes.  So what are you Gabe?  Are you a horny married man that’s never gonna stop cheating even when he finds a woman that actually loves him?  Or are you a dignified romantic that wants to be loved in ways that you feel your wife never will?”

“I am a little of both or maybe a lot of both.  No one is just one thing Brandy.  Stop at the convenience store on Third Street when we get back to Brunton please.  I’d like a cup of coffee.”

“You have a thing going on with one of the women that works there don’t you?”

“I have in the past, but not now.  They assist me in the ways that I explained to you the other day.”

“Ugh.  They watch out for hot chicks that you think might need you.  I forgot that you’re a bona fide stalker.”

“Hardly.  I enjoy looking before a woman is willing to let me touch her sometimes.”

“Yep, still sounds like a stalker to me.”

Gabe shook his head as she pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store.  “You are welcome to your interpretation Brandy.  Would you like something, or would you like to come with me?”

“Oh I’d like to come with you, but not into the store. You said no sex.  You’re a big meanie Gabe.  I don’t like you anymore.”

Gabe laughed.  “Darling, you are so dangerously beautiful.  Undeniably beautiful and dangerous not only to yourself, but to all men.”

Brandy stuck her tongue out at him.  “I’m not a slut.  Get that through your thick skull.”

Gabe kissed her, long and hard.  “Oh Brandy, if you were a slut you would be a danger to all mankind.”

Brandy shook her head at him.  “Ha ha.  Go away.  Go annoy someone else for a while.”

Gabe shook his head back at her.  “If your manner was as provocative as your dress towards all men you found attractive, you would be unstoppable.”

“Again, not a slut.  It doesn’t matter how I dress.  I can count the men I’ve been with on one hand.  I plan for it to stay that way for a very long time.  The next man I plan to go to bed with besides you is gonna be Mr. Right.”

“Uh huh.  If only it were that easy.”

“Shut up.  You’re romantic and horny so why can’t I be?  I’m okay with you being my Mr. Right Now as long as you’ll let me go when I find my Mr. Right.”

Gabe smiled.  “That could take many years Brandy.  Your craving for a child would break you by then.  You’d have my child at your breast and another at your feet, living very comfortably wherever you chose.  Why must you look for your supposed true love when he may not exist when I can make all of your dreams come true right now?”

Brandy lit a cigarette.  “You are so good at contradicting yourself.  You tell me that you think you could love me.  But then you practically laugh in my face when I talk about finding my true love.  I noticed that you didn’t mention that we’d be married when I was having your kids.  I’m not gonna be your mistress forever, no matter what you give me.  You can’t make me love you.  You can’t make your wife love you.  Sometimes I wonder if you know what love is.”

“I know what love is darling, and it has never been what Leslie feels for me.  Would you like anything?  I bought you a carton of cigarettes, though I don’t like the idea of contributing to your chances for lung cancer.”

“I think there are a lot of other things that give people cancer that aren’t required to have warnings and that there are many cures for cancer Gabe.  Chad had a laptop when we first got together and we could usually get a free trial for internet access.  He was never home.  We didn’t have cable most of the time unless we were staying in a weekly hotel and I got really bored.  So I can tell you a lot of interesting stuff I learned on the internet.”

“Why wouldn’t you let me buy you a laptop?”

“You’ve bought me enough.  I’ll save up to buy myself one.  Um, can I have a strawberry soda and a plain chocolate candy bar?  No nuts.  Thanks.  Now walk away.  I wanna look at your butt.”

Gabe laughed.  “I am so glad you walked into Gabe’s Place darling.  You amuse me greatly and oh do you turn me on.”

“Shut up.  If you’re not gonna have sex with me, don’t talk about how I turn you on.  Walk slowly and stop a couple times on the way to the store.”

Gabe gave her an amused smile.  “The store is ten feet away Brandy.”

“Uh huh.  That’s what you get when you screw me a lot and you’re really good at it, then you stick me in rehab for two weeks and when I get out you tell me no sex Brandy.  We’re much too busy.  Your wife is home and she’s decided she’s not too fat to have sex with you huh?”

“No.  Well, she is home but she still more often than not chooses not to have sex with me.  Rehab was necessary.  Do you not feel much better?”

Brandy shrugged.  “I guess.  Doesn’t mean I’m not horny.”

“Oh darling.  We’re going to have such fun together.”

“Yep.  Bye Gabe.  Remember what I said.”

Gabe winked at her.  “Yes Brandy.”

Gabe got out of the truck and walked very slowly to the store, stopping twice.  A woman going into the store gave him a strange look, but he smiled at her and she smiled back.  Brandy thought that it had just dawned on her how attractive he was.  She sat back and enjoyed the show and the fact that she was probably driving him just as crazy as he had driven her since she’d met him.

Gabe didn’t take long in the store, and when he came out he walked backwards towards the truck.  When he got in Brandy said “You’re a smartass.  But thank you.”

Gabe smiled.  “You’re welcome.  Do you need anything before we start our day of driving?”

Brandy sighed.  “For you to not think I’m a dumb slut anymore.  And to relent and have sex with me.  My new bed is really comfortable remember?”

“Yes darling.  I remember.  I don’t think you’re dumb, or a slut.  I want you to be prepared for your driving test.  Practice makes perfect.  The more experienced you are, the less likely you are to get into an accident.”

Brandy backed out of the parking spot.  “Not if it’s someone else’s fault or if something goes wrong with your car unexpectedly.”

“That is why you practice defensive driving and perform routine maintenance on your vehicle, or have someone more qualified perform it.”

“Yeah, sure.  So you seriously want me to drive around Brunton?  This town is so damned boring.”

“It certainly can be.  Drive wherever you want.  Stop whenever you want and I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“Why does that sound less appealing now that I know it’s true?”

“You’ve got me darling.  It sounds very appealing to me.  I love the idea of taking care of you.  All of your needs and desires.”

“Yeah.”

Brandy was tired of talking to Gabe.  His contradictory qualities and viewpoints drove her crazy almost as much as his body did.  They were silent as she drove up and down the streets of Brunton.  Brandy was bored stiff by the time she was hungry enough to stop for lunch an hour and a half later.  She pulled into a drive through and told Gabe that she wanted to eat in the car to see what he’d say.  He shrugged and she held her sigh, wondering if Gabe would ever make even partial sense to her.

They ate in the parking lot of the restaurant.  When they were finished, Brandy drove some more.  Gabe quizzed her on questions that might be included in the written taste.  She thought that
most of them were obvious or at least should be, and she knew that she could pass both parts of the test.  She told Gabe so again when he dropped her off at her house that evening but he smiled and told her he’d see her the next morning.  She stood at the end of her driveway and flipped him off as he drove away.  He hadn’t bothered to kiss her, though he had given her a hug and ran his hands over her ass.

The next two weeks passed almost as slowly as her time in rehab.  Brandy wanted to take the driving test herself after the third day to prove that she could pass it, but Brenda’s car was broke down and she didn’t know anyone else in the neighborhood yet.  She did pass her test with flying colors on the day he allowed her to take it.  She gave him a triumphant smile as the woman at the DMV handed her her drivers’ license.

Gabe dropped her car off to her that night.  It made Brandy feel strange because his wife followed him in her SUV with their son.  It was a bright shiny red with license plates that said ‘Les 4 you.’  She had seen it around town a few times, but she’d always thought that it meant ‘Leslie for you’ since the owner’s name was Leslie.  With Gabe’s stories of his wife though, Brandy was beginning to wonder if it didn’t mean what most people probably thought it meant without knowing that the truck’s owner was named Leslie.  Brandy pondered that night that maybe Gabe’s wife didn’t really love him because her sexual desires ran in the other direction.  Then she decided she didn’t really want to know.