Thank you for the awesome support on this short story. It has helped get the muse for writing back, as well as help my rusty writing.
This chapter is in Steph's POV leading up to the mall disaster.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE. Mistakes are still mine.
With my body pressed against the cushions, all I could do was relax and enjoy the ride. The initial feeling of fullness morphed into unrestrained lust as his thrusts increased. Both the speed and angle of his entrance intensified the desperate need for release. Every fast pump of his pelvis sent delicious tremors through my body.
"Stephanie." His use of my given name only further fanned the flames of desire. I could feel myself coiling closer to what promised to be an explosive orgasm.
"Carlos!" My moan reverberated against the walls in the otherwise silent living room. As he picked up speed, burying himself as far as he could possibly go, the sounds of our passion grew exponentially. I'd always thought that those super loud couples were just a big sham. That assumption changed with Ranger. He has a way of hitting just the right spot to make me spiral out of control. Plus, the louder I get the faster and harder his pumps become.
On one particular swivel of his hips, I reached that sought after moment. I let go and was immediately engulfed in the fiercest orgasm as of yet. My rippling center unleashed his own nirvana.
Breathing heavy, he slumped against my equally spent body. From experience I knew he wouldn't allow himself to fully surrender to a satiated state unless he shifted his weight off of me. He has the illogical fear that he will crush me. Regardless of my assurance that I'm not as fragile as he believes me to be, I know it's a battle I will always lose. Despite this, I reached back to caress my fingers across his beautiful face. "Stay." I pleaded, aware that if he indulged my request it he would do so be briefly.
His lips pressed softly against my fingers as I reveled in the sensation of his Herculean body grounding us to reality.
A pounding in my head startled me awake, pulling me back to the present. Except this reality was not a pleasant one. Although there was a heavy weight above me, this one was not from Ranger's muscular body pinning me from above. No, this hard surface was different. It was cold, rough and I could feel the barely restrained power behind it. When I tried to move my head I discovered that it was a bad idea. I flinched at the burning sensation of the scrape that formed with the movement. When I tried to take a deep breath, again I was met with the rigid surface impeding my movement. With a shaky inhale, I reluctantly opened my eyes. I was greeted with darkness, which elicited a wave of fear to course through my body. As panic began to creep in, I fought my racing heartbeat as I worked to remember how I got into this mess.
The last 48 hours flashed through my mind in a matter of seconds. My visit to Ranger and the jubilant kiss I planted on his lips just because he looked good enough to eat sitting behind his desk wearing his usual fitted T-shirt was at the forefront of my mind. A small smile tried to creep out at the recollection, but my body quickly reminded me of my current predicament. The next memories I replayed included the sexathon my husband and I had. For about twelve hours we were offline, with most of that time spent engaged in sex and sex and more sex. Work's been nonstop for the past two weeks, which meant Ranger and I did not have much alone time. This morning I knew the seclusion from the outside world would come to an end and wanted to squeeze in at least one more round of amazing intimacy. We did. My impression of a riding cowgirl was followed with a steamy shower that should have concluded our sexual activities for the day. It did not. I'd barely slid my thong past my thighs when Ranger interrupted me. For this reason, we strolled in to our joint meeting in the boardroom with about a minute to spare. The Merrymen were all ready to go and the meeting went as smooth and concise as it could possibly go. On our way out of the boardroom Ranger was distracted, a rare occurrence for him, so my oversexed mind quickly formed a wicked idea.
The last words I said to him before I left Rangeman were 'See you tonight'. A cold shiver rushed through me at the memory. Taking another shaky breath it finally hit me where I was.
Quaker Bridge Mall is a big account for Rangeman and required several of the Merrymen. We were all hands on deck on this one, even the guys that stayed behind at command center. I split the men into two teams: outdoor and indoor. Lester led the outdoor group in their task of combing every single inch of the perimeter. I directed the larger squad indoors as we meticulously executed our walk through procedure. Hell, the whole day had been uneventful. Sure, the location was large and quite busy with its everyday business life but we still managed to run like a well oiled machine. We all pulled our weight in order to successfully complete what became an all day ordeal.
Despite the successful day, I felt some guilt for being offline most of yesterday. As the exhausting day neared to an end, I decided to reward the Merrymen with a sublime dinner. I fully reserved Shorty's in order for the pizzeria to better accommodate our group. Before we could devour heavenly food, there was one last thing on my list and it was to note the usual closing procedure the mall underwent after hours. It would be a simple task. In fact it was so simple, that I ordered all the Merrymen to head out to Shorty's ahead of me. The guys protested, as I knew they would, and suggested I kept a bare bones team instead. They reluctantly agreed when I shooed them out of the mall. My smaller crew was so basic that it was more of a partnership. Not ten minutes later Cal and I were with the current security guards when a loud explosion rocked the building.
Oh shit. The last thing I remember is that loud explosion before everything went black. Now, I'm buried in the dark and quite possibly under the mall's rubble. Scratch that. I'm for sure buried under the wreckage.
Fighting back the shock, I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat only to detect the unmistakable metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Great. I tried to move again, extra careful this time. I found that I had a bit of room to move my hands, but not my arms. Next, I checked my lower half. My legs hurt, which meant they were at least still attached to me, but the wiggle room was minimal to nonexistent.
"Fuck!" I gritted my teeth, fighting back the pain.
"Where does it hurt?" A deep male voice startled me.
I grinned, despite the discomfort, recognizing the tone. "Cal!" Tears I didn't know I was holding back threatened to escape. "Am I glad to hear your voice."
Cal grunted in agreement, not the type to get mushy about such topics. "Where does it hurt?" He repeated his question.
I paid closer attention to the sound of his voice. He didn't sound too far away. "You?" I deflected.
He grunted again, this time out of annoyance. "Nothing." Cal stated that he had no external injuries. That's good. "Not much room to move in, though." No apparent injuries, but he's still just as incapacitated as I am. "You?" He threw back my question and I knew I wouldn't be able to beat around the bush anymore.
I blew out a sigh and whimpered as my aching body retaliated. "Everywhere."