Wow, it's been a while since I've written anything. RL's been quite hectic lately. I appreciate and thank you all for reading and reviewing (read the reviews but didn't have a chance to reply yet).
Thursday night I was proctoring an exam and finally had the chance to start reading Tricky 22 (it was a gift for Christmas). Let me just say I was extremely disappointed in Ch 1. That scene with JoMo pissed me off so much. I voiced just that in the Babe and Plum Family Challenges FB group. Turns out I'm not the only one who had an issue with that scene (and possibly the book as a whole). Anyway, I got to thinking and realized this story was already set up in such a way that I could turn that disappointment from the book into a nice chapter.
This is what I think should have happened (eventually) after that horrendous scene (seriously, did JE switch over to the horror genre?…).
I downloaded the youtube music app the other day and stumbled upon a song that I feel fits great for this story.
Josh Kelley's It's Your Move
If you want this as bad as I do, then it's your move
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE. Mistakes are mine (I know I'm a bit rusty after such a long writing hiatus). Warning for some smutt. The ending kinda wrote itself.
"Wrap it up." I instructed Tank as I passed him on the way to the exit. "Our work is done here." He gave me a small nod of acknowledgement before signaling Bobby.
With my hand secure on the small of her back, I escorted Babe to the Turbo. The way her dress rode up her smooth thighs the tiniest bit as she angled in and settled on the seat was reward enough for opening her door. As discretely as possible I adjusted myself as I rounded the back of the Turbo. Babe in that little black dress has been quite a temptation this evening.
The drive to her apartment was just as uneventful as our distraction job. That's quite an accomplishment where she's concerned. It's also a little disappointing. She tends to spice up even the most boring jobs. Tonight, however, she seemed... off. Distracted? Something was obviously on her mind. The way she kept unconsciously biting her lower lip gave her away.
I snagged the last open spot in her lot, just by the door. That got a smile out of her.
"I swear you've got the best parking luck." Her chuckle was contagious.
But before my laughing fully subsided her lips were on mine. It was a simple, innocent peck on the lips. Too fast and fleeting to really savor. I couldn't help comparing it to the type of kiss a longtime couple would share.
By the time I snapped myself out of the happy haze Babe was already out of the car. I caught a glimpse of her entering the lobby through the rearview mirror. Heart beating fast I waited. For what? I wasn't sure.
Things have evolved somewhat slow and cautiously between us ever since her final break-up with Morelli. And this time everyone knows it's finally and completely over between them. I'm not sure what was the last straw but things ended quite civil between them. I have it from good authority that she simply told him it was over when she bumped into him at Tasty Pastry several weeks ago. There was also a rumor that he'd broken up with her already but kept trying to get back into her pants. Idiot.
When I saw her bedroom light flicker on I realized she wasn't coming back down. I'd be a liar if I said I internally wished and hoped she would. With a sigh of resignation, I backed out the parking spot and peeled out of her lot.
Sometimes I wish I had a time machine to rewind back to that day at the diner. Erase every stupid thing I've done and said where she's concerned, starting with my idiotic suggestion for her to go back to him. Some days I think that it's possible for us to try to have a normal relationship. Hell, everyone knows we love each other. Even my teenage daughter can see what keeps us apart is nothing but our own bullshit excuses and fear. Fear of things not working out between us and losing what little we already do have.
I'd just entered my apartment and tossed the keys on the little silver bowl when laughter bubbled out of my lips. Who am I kidding? Our relationship's been anything but normal from the start. Hell, I saw her wet and naked basically from day one.
"I wouldn't change that." I murmured to myself just as the front door opened and closed. Turning around I spotted her leaning against the door. "Babe?"
"When you didn't follow I realized it was up to me." She was still wearing the little black dress, which means she rushed after me as soon as I left her lot. I could feel the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. God, I was an idiot. I pride myself on being an opportunist and tonight I missed the biggest one I've ever been given. "It's my move."
As she pushed off the door to walk towards me, my feet unglued themselves to take a step forward. I met her halfway, eliminating the short distance between us in less than a second. Our lips met, ferociously continuing the kiss we shared in her parking lot. This one was a full blown kiss, nothing innocent about it. The way our tongues tangled and our hands caressed each other turned the moment serious quickly.
Sometime before we broke for air my hands slid under the tight hem of her dress, caressing the soft skin of her thighs as they moved up. Backing her up against the wall, my hips rolled against hers. My fingers curled into the sides of her barely there thong as we resumed our heated kiss and my erection rubbed against that sweet, sweet pie of hers.
Amidst moans and groans, we broke for air once again. Her hands were flexing against my ass to keep me grinding into her. Wolf grin in place, I skimmed my lips down her throat, across the exposed tops of her breasts and down her torso over the silky material of the dress that tortured me all night.
"Ranger." She huffed out her protest when I moved back. Opening her eyes, that naughty grin she gets right before we get naked surfaced. She knew. Babe knew what I had in mind and she was on board.
I dragged her panties down her smooth legs, peppering kisses as I went lower, and helped her kick them away before I returned my attention to a certain part of her. Before I had a chance to do it, Babe lifted the dress, causing the material to bunch at her waist and leaving her bottom half completely bare. With one hand landing on one shoulder and her thigh on the other, Babe opened herself up to my hungry gaze. Her intoxicating scent, the feel of her against my touch and her taste all combined to seal the deal right from the start. This woman's owned me from day one. I once thought that sleeping with her would break the spell. It didn't. If anything, it made me more addicted to everything about her.
I'd been so engrossed in my task that her first orgasm of the night startled me out my deep thoughts. As the pleasure rushed through her I was rewarded with her taste flooding my senses. It felt like an eternity since the last time we were intimate. Her fingers speared through my hair, pressing me tightly against rippling center. Happily, I lapped her clean as she rode the final waves of her orgasm.
I felt her slump against the hard surface behind her, so I immediately held onto her hips to keep her from sliding down.
She tugged at my suit jacket as our lips met once again. I cooperated, quickly shrugging it off my shoulders. With my hands on the backs of her thighs I silently urged Babe to wrap her legs around my waist. She got the message, doing just that as I lifted her up. With her arms looped around my neck and mine around her waist, I navigated us towards my bedroom. With every step my covered cock brushed against her. Every movement tore a moan from us, helping build the moment even more.
S&R
I woke to the sound of movement on the bed next to me. As consciousness took over, everything came flooding back. Babe's arrival and every round that followed after that. With age comes experience and stamina, but after the third round a break was a must. I'm not that young anymore and so I had to sneak in some recovery time. Babe was fine with it, snuggling contently against me. We must have fallen asleep right after.
Eyes closed I followed the sounds of her movements. I felt the bed dip as she stood. Her footsteps were soft and as silent as can be. It seemed like she was being cautious to not wake me up. I felt my stomach clench with anticipation. She was going to leave. The way she was moving about the room told me she was collecting her clothes, preparing to make a speedy escape.
To my surprise, the bed dipped again as she rejoined me. I felt her straddle my waist, the heat of her against my dick is unmistakable. What the hell was she up to?
Her hair caressed my face as her hands grabbed mine, tugging to bring my arms over my head. Noticing how easy she was able to do it alerted Babe that I was awake. Smiling lips pressed against mine just as I felt cold metal close around my wrists.
"Handcuffs?" I murmured against her lips. "Naughty." I laughed, eyes still closed, awaiting her next move. She's the only person I've ever trusted enough to let my guard down. Anyone else would have been shot for a lot less. I relinquished all control. She could do anything and everything she wanted.
Babe blindfolded me with a soft material, possibly my tie, just as her lips pressed against mine. The kiss was so intense that it had me straining against the cuffs. Kiss swollen lips left a trail of nipping kisses along my jaw. When she reached my ear a cold shiver ran through me. This was it. Whatever she had planned, I was about to find out.
"It's your turn." She whispered simply. And just like that she was off of me and out of the room. Fighting my racing heartbeat, I tracked her as she moved through the apartment. The faint click of a door shutting in the distance told me she was gone.
Confused and turned on as hell, I struggled to grasp what had just happened.
