Disclaimer: JE owns them. I do not. Rated M for adult situations. When Ranger does something to piss Stephanie off, how does she react? Will he be able to cool her down? You know what they say... Angry sex is good sex...

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Anger is the Best Fuel

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Stephanie's POV

I sat on the couch, staring at the wall. How dare he do that? I'd never been so humiliated and embarrassed in my life! Okay, so that wasn't true. Only once before, though. When he did it the first time!

Using my embarrassed anger, I decided to take a walk to let out some steam before I had to go to bed later. I circled the block over and over again, finally slowing down when the sun began to set, and then I turned and made my way back home.

I got back to the apartment building and saw there was a new sign on the elevator, saying it was out of order. Crap, two flights of stairs it is. I pulled open the door to the stairs and started making my way up.

When I stepped into the second flight, I immediately knew I wasn't alone. I turned the corner and saw him. He was standing there mid-level, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. I stared back, still feeling incredibly angry, but fingers of desire began snaking their way down my body.

I shook my head, trying to clear it as I made my way toward him.

"Babe," he started.

I shook my head more forcefully this time. "I have nothing to say to you right now." Then I whirled around to face him. "How could you do that to me?"

He grabbed my arms gently as I started to move again and said, "I'm sorry. I am so incredibly sorry. You know if I could have prevented it, I would have. There's no good excuse. There's only my promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again."

He must have felt my resolve wavering because he pulled me to him suddenly. I tried pushing him away—my anger still so palpable, but my lust was immediately just as strong. He grabbed both my arms and spun me around so my back was pressed against the wall, his body tight against mine.

His lips met mine in a fury of kisses, our tongues battling for control. He pulled both our shorts and my panties down past our ankles and lifted me suddenly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was inside me before I could utter a word of protest—not that I'd planned to, and he knew it.

He began making long, slow strokes, keeping me upright with his arms and using his legs to spread me open for him. I held onto his shoulders, my fingernails digging in hard enough that I drew blood.

"Harder," I cried.

He immediately began thrusting harder, going so deep that I swore I could feel him in my throat.

Neither of us cared that someone could walk into the stairwell at any moment. All we cared about was the feeling of him pounding away at me, our cries echoing together in the open stairwell. The danger of being caught only fueled our desire, and soon, we were fucking like animals, the noises coming from our throats sounding like something you'd hear on Animal Planet during mating season. His low growls mixed with my whimpers and cries, making our lust grow with each passing minute until neither of us could stand much more.

He slammed into me so hard that my head bounced off the wall once. I groaned, the pain only adding to my pleasure. "God, Ranger, I need to come!" I cried out loudly, my voice echoing in the open area.

He moved one hand up to curl around the back of my shoulder, helping to force me down harder on his stiff cock, and the other he slid between us to finger my clit. Two flicks sent me flying over the edge, and I screamed out his name as my orgasm took over. I clenched tight around him and felt him spill himself inside me.

We stayed that way for over two minutes, his cock buried deep inside me, until we heard the door open for the stairs below us.

"Oh crap," I whispered.

He quickly pulled out of me, set me down, and we both rushed to pull our clothes back together. We stood there breathing heavily as the much-older couple from next door passed us on their way up. They looked at our flushed faces and smiled.

"Young love," she whispered, looking at her husband.

Angry sex, I thought to myself. I looked at him and amended my statement in my head. Angry sex, and yes, definitely love.