Thanks for the support on this short story. And thank you for the patience. FF was acting funky when I uploaded the first chap, letting some read it and others not. Looks like that glitch is fixed now and there should be no trouble reading this time.

This short story will deal with S&R on the road to getting pregnant. And at the pace they're going, it might not take too long.

Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE.

An offending ringing sound awoke me from a dreamless sleep. I felt Ranger shift beside me, cutting off the ringing sound.

"Yo?" He grumbled. I waited in silence, refusing to open my eyes just yet. It felt so good to be draped over my naked husband, especially because I'm as equally naked.

A few beats later I felt him press something cold against my ear and quickly realized it was the phone. "What?" I groaned, not liking the interruption. It felt like I'd just closed my eyes when the phone rang.

"Are you asleep?" My sister Valerie said with what my groggy brain detected as a hint of amusement in her tone.

"No." My scoff and the need to clear my throat before I spoke clearly gave me away.

My sister laughed. "Enjoy it now. Once the babies arrive you will never be able to sleep in ever again." After another chuckle, she got down to business. "Can you pick up the cake?"

Ranger's hand moved from its spot on my hip and up my side. When his hand closed over my right breast, I had to hold back a moan of encouragement. Since I knew I wasn't going to be able to concentrate on my conversation if Ranger kept his handsy attack, I grabbed his hand before it slipped between our bodies and slid over to my neglected breast. I turned his hand slightly and noted that his watch said it was only nine am. That's not particularly late for me, but it is for him. Ranger wakes up at the crack of dawn most of the time, but it seems last night's activities left him a bit too tired to follow his wake up schedule this morning. "Yes, I'll swing by Tasty Pastry to get Grandma's cake." I mumbled a quick goodbye before hanging up.

"Do we have to go?" Ranger murmured the question against my throat, right before his lips pressed against my skin.

"Mmm…" I sighed, because I really liked where he was going with the nipping kissing and soft caresses. But sadly, yes, we had to get a move on it. Grandma's in her eighties and since she's still as active as ever, she's planned the day down to the second starting with brunch. "Yes."

"Really?" His tone sounded regretful, but the way his morning erection pressed against my inner thigh said his body wasn't taking no for an answer.

I knew that if we indulged in a morning quickie, we'd end up being late. Sex with Ranger can be hard and fast, slow and sweet and everything in between. But it doesn't matter how it starts or ends, making love with Ranger is always magical. And the thing is, even if we're going for a quickie to hold us over for later, we still end up losing notion of time. "We were late to dinner last week." I reminded as I remembered the lecture we got from my mother for arriving late. "If we're late again, we will never live it down."

"This thing doesn't start until eleven." He was clearly taking any opening he found. His hand returned to my breasts as the other snaked around my waist to keep me in place on top of him. When his palm squeezed my ass I couldn't help but rotate my hips, rubbing myself against him.

"We still need to shower…" I momentarily lost my train of thought when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Ahh, shit. I was going to cave. I knew it. He knew it. And there was no way this wasn't going to happen.

"I can shower and be ready in five minutes." He argued as his hand slipped from my ass to my doodah, touching my most intimate zone.

"Carlos…" I hummed his name as his fingers slipped away and I felt the head of his cock press against my opening.

"Babe?" Ranger didn't move, which was frustrating as hell.

I tugged on his hair until I could crush my lips against his. Our tongues tangled and I used the movement to silently tell him how much I needed him to move. He got the message, slipping the rest of the way in.

Even though technically we were going for a quickie, Ranger kept his initial thrusts slow and deep. It got the mood flowing nicely, but as soon as my moans escalated to needy whimpers he flipped us to be on top. The new angle allowed for a faster, harder pace. And it was exactly what I needed to reach the peak of pleasure. Hard, fast. In and out. Our bodies moved together as we sought the finish line.

On one particular fast pump of his hips, Ranger added a swiveling move to his pace that sent me over the edge. While I rode out the orgasm, Ranger followed a handful of thrusts later.

S&R

The Cayenne rolled to a stop in front of my parents' house, effectively snagging the last open parking space near the house. I shot Ranger a look. I swear the man has the best parking luck in the world. He flashed me his 200 mega-watt grin as I wrenched my door open. "We're late." I said matter of fact as I angled out, hoping to wipe that sexy grin off his beautiful face. God, he's too damn handsome for his own good.

"Babe." Laughter rumbled his chest before tumbling past his delectable lips. "It's ten fifty-nine." He waved his watch in my face, clearly wanting to have the last say.

"Well, since we have time to spare…" Balancing the cake box against my right hip, I snaked my left arm around his waist. Pressing myself up against his side conveyed the message clearly, because Ranger met me halfway. The kiss started out soft and playful, but right before it turned indecent running footsteps headed our way. We broke the kiss just as the screen door opened and my nieces greeted us. Angie took the cake from me while Mary Alice told us to move our asses.

"Mary Alice!" Valerie shouted from inside, which made Mary Alice cringe at the slip up. The teen muttered an apology before disappearing inside.

"You're just in time." Grandma Mazur met us as soon as we entered, urging us to take our seat.

We were crammed around the table. I was sandwiched between Ranger and the girls, making me have a moment of panic. I admit I've only ever pictured myself having one or two kids, but being surrounded by four of them at the moment made me realize one bit of detail: Ranger and I haven't quite specified how many children we plan on having. The shock must have been visible on my face, because a large hand squeezed my thigh under the table.

"Babe." Ranger said, obviously reading my mind.