Mayhem in Miami

A/N: Hey everyone!! I'm baaaaaaack ;) I was so overwhelmed with the positive responses for the last story I had to make a second one, so i bring you Mayhem in Miami! I am rating this one M for language AND a bit of sassiness too ;) (Warning: smut in the first chapter!!). Enjoy!!

Chapter 1

Stephanie's POV

Good morning and welcome to another day of my life! My name is Stephanie Plum, but I go by so many nicknames it's hard to keep track. I have been dubbed the Bombshell Bounty Hunter of Trenton by an unnamed reporter at the paper, so most of my aliases are related to that. I had a tendency to go through cars and apartments like they were toilet paper… catch that had there? That's right! I am officially 3 months fire bomb free! I know it's tempting fate to speak about it, but honestly I'm in such a good mood I don't really care.

Why the mood? My boyfriend Robert Brown and I are going to Miami tomorrow. Then again, so is 90% of Trenton Rangeman, but hey I can't be picky. It's a working vacation, considering the situation. Maybe I should back up. We are on the search for Ranger , or Ricardo Carlos Manoso, the leader of Rangeman, a high level security company, and my ex lover? Mentor? To be honest I don't know how to categorize us… He poached me from my ex boyfriend/fiancée Joe Morelli for years, pulling me into dark alleyways and making my head spin with illicit kisses and grope sessions . Finally in an off period for me and Joe , we slept together, after which Ranger promptly pushed me back towards Joe saying he can't do relationships. Not surprising that caused some massive heartbreak on my account, and bruises for him from his men. I spent months trying to get over him, all while working for his company Rangeman. When I got to a good place and we talked things over, he decided to give me some space and went to Miami to visit his daughter, as well as whip his Miami office into shape. The space was needed, I started seeing the medic for Rangeman Robert (Bobby) Brown, and Ranger was hurt but supportive. That was 3 months ago, and no one has heard a peep from him since. I told his second in command Tank that if we didn't hear from him by 3 months I was tracking him down myself, so here we are.

Ranger still has a contract with the US government to go on covert and undercover missions, which cause him to go off grid for 6 months to a year or longer at a time, but he always and I mean ALWAYS keeps someone in the loop. Previously that someone was me. Considering how we left things I didn't expect to hear from him immediately, he wanted to give me space and I appreciated it. But he went to visit his daughter , and as of yesterday she hadn't heard from him either. My spidey senses went into overdrive when I got her call. So that brings us to now, and why I'm packing for a trip to Miami.

I was sitting on the bed on my 4th floor apartment at the Rangeman building lost in thought when I heard a noise in front of me. I looked up into the deep chocolate eyes of my boyfriend, Bobby.

Bobby is one of the 3 other co-owners of Rangeman Trenton. He has known Ranger for a good amount of time, they (the core 4) all served together in the Army. Tank (or Pierre but only call him that when he's in a good mood, which is never) and Ranger's cousin Lester Santos (the playboy) round out the group, and they all are extremely worried about Ranger. You wouldn't know it to look at them though. I think it's a qualification to be employed here to be able to throw a blank face up at any time, no matter the situation. At least it used to be, then I came along and busted that whole deal sky high. I am extremely expressive, especially when I eat! Just ask any of the guys they'll be happy to tell you.

But I'm off track, I do that a lot. My boyfriend reminds me of a hot, steamy, caramel latte that I could drink all day. His eyes resemble melted chocolate, and he is the most loving man I've ever been with. We've known each other for years, since before I started working at Rangeman... back when I was a useless BEA for my cousin Vincent Plum and his bail bonds office, and he patched me up all the time (I loathe hospitals). All the men tolerated me then, but we really got to know each other when I started working full time here about 2 years ago. Then 3 months ago he took the chance and asked me out for a weekend trip to New York and we've been serious ever since.

"You okay Steph? You look like you're a million miles away."

"Yeah, just thinking." He leaned down to kiss me and the moment our lips touched everything else faded away. Bobby treats me as an equal, a partner, and it's the best I've ever felt in my life. I told myself not to get too attached, I know my track record, but I actually see this one going the distance.

"You wanna finish packing or…" he smirked at me and I felt myself blush a deep red. Bobby could talk me into anything, although he doesn't use that gift all that often.

I threw him a wink and pushed the suitcase off the bed, where it landed on the floor with a thud. "Whatcha have in mind Doc?"

He slowly pulled off his shirt. It didn't matter how many times I saw sight in front of me, my eyes widened and I had to stop from outright purring at him. He was well built, washboard abs and muscles that

made me drool, and I felt the rush of desire hit me. I stepped closer to him, running my fingers down his chest until they hit the top of his jeans , causing him to suck in a breath of air. When I popped the button I pushed him back onto the bed, taking me down with him. We both laughed and he rolled me over so I was laying beneath him. Bobby started kissing down my neck, over my collarbone, and then down my sternum, pulling my clothes off as he went. He reached under me to unhook my bra, flinging it to the side. Then his head dipped down again, kissing the spot in between my breasts before moving to the nipples, right then left. He made sure to work slow, and I was breathing heavy, making little mewling noises as he moved his way over my body . Bobby's head dipped even lower, to my stomach , then navel, before reaching my panties.

"Don't. Stop." I managed to get out before he pulled them down and continued the sweet assault of his lips on my body. Thighs, knees , calves, until he reached my feet. He held them up and kissed the bottoms of each of them, carefully nipping at the pads making me giggle. Then he worked his way back up to the spot he had avoided earlier. He spread my legs apart gently before burying his nose in between them.

I gasped , the need was pooling in the pit of my stomach. I was so turned on by his gentle, slow way that I almost couldn't stand it any longer . Bobby ran his tongue up me, before I felt him ease off me as he pulled down the offending pants and his boxers. I wrapped my arms around his torso, nails digging in to him, pulling him close. He made sure to go slow, my breathing quickened when he entered me and it didn't take long for me to be at the point. My thighs started to tremble and I could hear myself making deep growling noises. He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tounge, one hand under me holding me at my lower back. I almost didn't recognize my own voice when I moaned "Oh god yes Bobby PLEASE…" He moved quicker , harder inside me. Thrusting in and out, he hit the exact right spot to make me tip over the edge and see stars. When he felt me go he let go too, capturing my mouth with his until we came crashing down off our high together . He rolled off me and I curled up next to him laying my head on his shoulder, and placing a hand on his heart. "Wow." I said breathlessly, my voice husky.

He turned to me grinning . "Wow indeed."