Glad everyone is liking the story.
And now we look at what happens on Super Bowl Sunday!
In my life I was never surprised when a skip got the better of me. It pissed me off but never really surprised me. Maybe that should tell me something about my skill set. I was currently handcuffed naked to a shower rod. Again. This time though I was painted head to toe in blue and silver paint. I'd pissed off a skip by suggesting that I take him in on Super Bowl Sunday. How was I to know he was a Cowboys fan? Cripes. He'd tied me up, stripped me down and he and his buddies had painted me like something out of a Star Trek movie.
I was now in the bathroom as they watched the pre-game show. My jeans were on the floor, and in my pocket was my GPS slash panic button. I pointed my foot and tried to hook my toe into the jeans. I was a half on inch short. I realized I was going to have to let the cuffs cut into my wrists. The metal dug into my skin and I could feel the blood trickle down my arm. I stretched a little more and managed to get the jeans. I knew I didn't have a chance of getting it into my hands but I was able to get them on the edge of the tub where I was standing and stomp on them. The Merry Men would see that the GPS was broken and locate one of my other GPS's to find me. I could only hope Ranger came and not one of the Merry Men.
Our relationship since New Year's had been good. Ranger had taken me home after the ball dropped and made love to me for hours, but we hadn't progressed much past that. We would banter; he helped me with my skips and flirted constantly. Every once in a while we would fall into bed and not come up for a day or two. It was working well for both of us. Ranger loved me in his own way and for now that was enough for me.
I heard multiple cars pull up outside and seconds later I heard the sound of splintering wood from several areas. There was screaming but no gun shots thank god. The bathroom door burst open and Lester froze, mouth open staring at me.
"GO AWAY! RANGER!" I screamed.
Lester was still staring at me. "Christ."
Ranger came up behind him, saw me and smacked Lester on the back of the head. "Get the fuck out Santos." Ranger pushed Lester out the door and came in, shutting it behind him. "Babe." I thought Ranger would be amused but he wasn't smiling. He walked over to my purse, found my cuff keys and unlocked me. I fell into his arms and he kissed my hair. "You okay?" He asked. I took stock and nodded.
"My wrists hurt."
"Babe…they didn't..uh…do I need to kill anyone?" Ranger's eyes were dark
"A few of them groped a little, but nothing too bad," I said. Ranger nodded and pulled me over to the sink to wash my wrists. The paint didn't come off. Fuck. I was going to be blue and silver for the rest of my life.
I got into my clothes and Ranger walked me into the living room. The Merry Men had apparently been briefed by Lester because they were staring at the guys who had done it with murder in their eyes. Ranger turned to look at his men "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He walked me out and to his Turbo.
"What about my car?" I asked.
"Someone will bring it, come on, we'll get you cleaned up."
I slid into the Turbo carefully, I thought I was dry but I didn't want to take any chances.
"Babe relax." Rangers hand came over to rest on my thigh and he started drawing patterns with his thumb. Had hand moved a little further up my leg and I moaned. "Babe."
"What? You haven't been over in a week!" I complained lightly but gave him a smile.
"Sorry, I've been doing stakeouts every night. Not getting off till after midnight."
"Yeah but you could've come over still…"
"You want me to start coming over for booty calls?" He asked, throwing me a glance.
"I don't see why not."
Ranger shifted slightly and out his hand back on the steering wheel as we neared Haywood. "Because you're not a booty call Steph." He glanced at me and pulled into the garage. I thought about that while we rode the elevator to the 7th floor.
"So what am I?" I asked as we walked into the apartment.
Ranger sighed, "I dunno Steph. We are what we are. Isn't that enough?"
"Yeah. Will you help me scrub down?" I asked. Ranger followed me into the bathroom and grinned as I stripped. I turned the water on and watched Ranger take off his shirt and pants. I let me eyes travel over his well muscled arms and pecs and down his abs. I grinned when as my eyes went over his hips and found him hard. I watched one of Ranger's eyebrows rise and I winked. He pushed me into the shower and stepped in behind me. He handed me his loofah, probably never used, and took mine and poured shower gel onto both.
"I use it." He started scrubbing my back and I got to work on my left arm. The paint wasn't coming off. We scrubbed my whole body down and I'll that happened was that I lost a bit of my glossy finish. "Babe. I don't really know where to go from here. We need to talk to someone who knows about paint. It's not my area of expertise."
"Aww, don't feel bad Ranger. If I ever need anyone tortured or killed I'll come right to you." I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.
"You're a smart ass."
"You love me anyway." Oh crap. I hadn't meant to say that. Jeez Stephanie. Put the man on the spot why don't you?
Ranger grabbed a towel, "Sure do." I swallowed and walked to the closet to get some clothes with a little smile. I watched Ranger get dressed, my smiled widening at I watched him pull on his cargos sans underwear.
"Do you have any idea how sexy that is?"
"Nope, why don't you give it a try and show me?" He winked at me and pulled on a skin tight black shirt. I grinned and pulled my jeans on without my underwear. Ranger's eyes darkened a little as he watched me. I pulled on a black tank top, not bothering with a bra. "I dunno if that will work babe." I raised an eyebrow and Ranger licked his lips. My nipples hardened.
"Damn." I put on a strapless bra and grabbed a sweatshirt. "So where do we go?"
"Down to five, one of the guys might know." We got on the elevator and Ranger pushed me against the wall and pressed himself to me. "Wanna go out tomorrow?"
"Does going out involve sex?"
"If you want it to." Yowsers. I wonder what else he would do if I asked? "Maybe one day you'll find out babe." We got off on the fifth floor and everyone stopped and stared at me. "Anyone know how to fix this?"
"Get her an audition for Smurfs: The Year 2050?" Bobby asked.
"I look like Smurfette does Saturn!" I complained to Ranger.
"Gotta be better than Debbie does Dallas."
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