Thanks for the support on this little sexy tale. I wrote the first half of this chapter about a month ago when I started reading Top Secret Twenty-One. (You'll know what the inspiration was when you read the line.) Unfortunately, life got in the way and it wasn't until today that I stumbled upon the half-finished chapter. Hope you enjoy where these two are going.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE.
It was a very standard, yet uneventful meal. Considering we were crammed around the table and the fact that the Plum household never fails to make meals interesting, that was saying a lot. Perhaps what made things go so smoothly was the fact that Grandma Mazur spent the meal chattering about her plans for the day. That was fine with me, but from the looks of it not so much with Frank.
"What's for dessert?" My lovely wife asked as her mother and sister cleared the table. Apparently, Grandma's plan included saving the cake for dinner time.
"The girls offered to make dessert." Helen said, the cue prompting the girls to follow their mother and grandmother into the kitchen.
"The girls asked if I had anything in mind for dessert, but since what I had in mind was a penis shaped cakeā¦" At Grandma Mazur's confession, poor Albert spilled his drink on his lap. Frank just let out a sound worthy of an exorcism movie. Can't blame them. Grandma went into a bit too much detail there.
Thankfully, Helen and Valerie chose that moment to start serving coffee. The girls followed a moment later.
"We made cake pops." Mary Alice announced.
"The inside is strawberry for all of them." Angie supplied as they went around offering the pops.
The difference consisted in that some of the pops were covered in a white chocolate coating and others in an old fashion dark chocolaty mix. For a moment Babe looked indecisive, but she made a decision.
"Dark tastes better." My wife mumbled just before she took a big bite of the pop, almost eating the whole thing at once.
My dick reacted to her sexy voice and even sexier comment, making me still completely. I didn't even realize the girls were talking to me until little Lisa chose for me, handing me a white pop. I can't be too sure of what was happening at the table, because my attention was focused on Babe's lips.
Noise and movement snapped me back to the reality several moments later and I realized everyone was getting ready to scatter.
"Ranger?" Babe had asked me something, but I missed it. "Grandma asked if she could get a ride to the mall?"
"Sure." I nodded, but didn't make a move to stand up.
"I'll get my purse!" Grandma clapped her hands enthusiastically before heading upstairs.
Babe's sister was rounding up her family into the van, Helen headed towards the kitchen and Frank was already plopped on the couch in front of the TV. That meant Babe and I were alone.
"What's the matter?" She asked, taking advantage of our moment alone. But before I could answer Helen called Stephanie into the kitchen.
I took that as my cue to make a fast and safe exit. I stood, adjusted myself as best as I could and yelled at Babe's retreating back that I would wait in the car.
S&R- Stephanie's POV
"What is it?" I asked my mother once I entered the kitchen.
"It's been a very uneventful day." From her tone it seems my mother wanted to keep it that way. "Could you make sure your grandmother isn't planning anything crazy?"
Despite making it extra clear that she's planned her birthday down to the minute, Grandma hasn't given away too much detail on how she plans on ending it. "I'll ask." I'm not sure how much I could persuade Grandma Mazur away from anything 'crazy', but I thought it was best to keep that to myself.
By the time I exited the house and made my way towards the Cayenne my sister's minivan was already backing out of the driveway. As soon as the minivan vacated the spot, a black Rangeman truck parked. I hurried over to the Cayenne to ask Ranger what was going on.
"Lester's going to be driving Edna and he will make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Ranger informed me as the man in question was making his way towards us.
"My tongue may have slipped a bit, but don't you think Grandma duty is a bit extreme?" Lester whined. Ranger gave him his patented 'it's an order' glare and Lester sighed in resignation.
One look at Lester and Grandma didn't mind the new set up. She eagerly climbed onto the front passenger seat and buckled up. Les didn't look as eager as he took his position behind the wheel.
"Looks like he would rather get shot than drive Grandma around." I joked as Ranger pulled away from the curb. He remained silent, which is not necessarily a sign that he's in a bad mood, and drove us back home.
A few minutes into the drive Ranger's cell phone buzzed. He didn't make a move to reach for it. As soon as the call went to voicemail, my cell phone pinged with a message. It was from Grandma. I kinda felt sorry for Les, but then gain he'd asked for it. "Grandma says Les has a great package. Almost as nice as yours." I teased. Grandma once barged in on Ranger while he was in the shower and got an eyeful of him naked. Thankfully, he was in his flaccid state, but despite the years Grandma still holds the memory dear to her heart, using it as a basis of comparison. I know that feeling. As far as I'm concerned, no one can compare to Ranger.
"Babe." Ranger groaned, saying the last thing on his mind at the moment was Santos's dick.
I busied myself by texting Grandma back, asking her not be inappropriate with Lester. I fibbed and told her he was married and that his wife wouldn't like it if her husband was being groped. Grandma replied with a message about all the good ones being taken, but promised to behave.
Ranger parked in the garage and we angled out of the Cayenne without a word. I was starting to feel like there was something he wasn't telling me. As soon as I entered the house I was ready to find out what was the matter with him. Now that I think of it, he's been quieter than usual. "What's going on?" I asked when I felt him follow me inside.
Rather than answering me with words, Ranger reached for me. He spun us around until I was sandwiched between the solid door and his hard body. "So, dark tastes better?" His tone coupled with the fact that he felt like he was coiled tight was a sure indication that my comment had an effect on him.
"No." Tugging on the hem of his black shirt, I amended. "Black tastes better."
His eyes darkened as he pressed more firmly against me. "Babe."
