Thanks for the support on this short story. I didn't realize the story was labeled as complete, but after chapter three it still needs a bit more.
I had an 8am class on Tuesday's and Thursday's this semester and let me just say traffic is a b*tch at 7am on the 710 and 405 freeways, so I fiddled with the radio. I finally settled for country 105.1 fm, because it has less blah, blah, blah in the morning and more music. One day as I was driving to school a song came out and as I parked it sparked an idea for the continuation of S&R's second date.
You take beautiful to the max
Can't help myself when you look like that
Come a little closer, come a little closer
Come a little closer, girl the way you look tonight
My eyes are the only thing I don't wanna take off of you
My Eyes- Blake Shelton
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE.
"Beautiful." The compliment was accompanied by a solid pat on my left shoulder.
I gave Eric Noriega, one of Rangeman's most elite clients, a quick glance from the corner of my eye. Noriega is a couple of years older than me, a few inches shorter and he's known for being a horn dog.
"Yes." I returned my attention straight ahead of me. Babe was currently chatting with Noriega's newest conquest, a twenty something tall blonde. And yeah, the dick was right. Babe was looking particularly stunning tonight. Suddenly, I remembered why I was standing next to the refreshments table and took two glasses. I didn't care what they were. All I wanted was to get back to her in order to continue drinking up her presence.
As I made my way across the party crowd my eyes slowly scanned her figure. That freakin' excuse of a dress hugged her in all of the right places, the silky fabric molding her even silkier skin. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, because I was the one who suggested something along those lines.
"Girl, he's fine." Noriega's blondie giggled after the comment. Babe just smiled politely.
"Ladies." I gave them each a drink as I stood by Babe's right side.
"Aren't you a gentleman?" Blondie said, shooting Babe a wink before she excused herself.
"She's enamored with you." Babe grunted on an annoyed huff just as the glass touched her lips and she gulped the fruity drink.
I laughed, hard enough that the air rushed out of my lungs. "Jealous?" I breathed into her ear, mesmerized with the way her curls danced away from her neck with my breathing.
Her eyes darkened, turning navy blue in a heartbeat. "No." It was the truth. A waiter approached and Babe was quick to exchange her empty glass for another one.
I thought it was as a good moment to set the record straight. "She's just a kid." My lips pressed against her neck and I felt the spike in her pulse.
"Ranger." A small moan escaped her as she leaned the tiniest bit closer. That strangled sound was my cue to behave. The way I'm feeling if she keeps moaning like that, I'll drag her to the nearest semi-private space and drink her up.
But that's not what I have in mind. I know she's been single for a while now and during that time we've gotten closer. Ever since the whole dress fiasco we've been spending more time together. Nothing sexual has happened, not because either one of didn't want it, but mostly because I felt she was having deep thoughts about us. I've had my own thoughts and tonight they mostly revolved around being pressed skin to skin with her.
"Come." I purposely murmured the word in her ear, darting my tongue out to lick the shell. She shivered, twisting her head to stare me in the face. The color of her eyes changed once again, turning a glowing indigo. I fucking love it when her eyes glow like that. "Let's get out of here." It was my turn to wink at her as I placed my hand on the small of her back, leading the way out.
"What about…" She twisted around, obviously trying to spot Noriega or Blondie. The movement caused my hand to slide left, slipping under the silky fabric and smoothing over her taught belly. Babe sucked in a breath, remaining completely still. She mumbled something about us making our appearance already and how no one would miss us before she urged me to follow her out. That's my girl.
"That was very anticlimactic." Babe blurted when we reached the passenger side of the Turbo.
"Babe." I smiled against her bare shoulder as I pressed closer, caging her delicious body between the door and my heated body. She didn't try an escape, instead she rubbed her tempting ass against my growing erection. "The night's not over." I kissed her shoulder between each word, using the pauses as excuses to press my lips on her smooth skin.
We've been dancing around each other very closely lately. More than we have in the past. Although there's a sort of unspoken agreement that things between us have changed, I still want her to have a choice. As much as I'm dying to strip her naked and slide home over and over again, it needs to be her choice.
"Mmmm…" Her breathy moan brought me out of my internal musings, making me realize we've been grinding each other all along. Forcing myself to stop before we gave a free triple X show in the parking structure, I stilled her hips before putting some space between us.
She got the message, quickly opening the door and angling inside. I adjusted myself as I rounded the front of the car. I yanked the door open, got inside and drove away.
I was thankful that the drive back to Trenton wasn't a long one and was even happier when I encountered light traffic on the way to Haywood. If she had any objections to being at Rangeman, she didn't say. In fact, Babe dashed out of the car as soon as the engine was off and jogged over to the elevator. I didn't bother running after her, being all too eager to enjoy the view ahead of me. The way the skirt of her dress lifted up as she moved, giving way to teasing peeks of her cheeks had me slowing my step to better savor the moment. I'd suspected all along that she was going commando and the confirmation is just as sweet as the suspicion.
"Chelsea was totally ogling you." Babe said on a snarl as we unloaded the elevator. As soon as we entered the penthouse, her hands busied themselves with the buttons on my shirt. The possessive way she was tugging on my clothes didn't quite shout 'mine', but it was close.
"Babe." I grinned at her hurry and helped out by shrugging out of my suit jacket and unbuttoned shirt all at once. Scooping her up, I carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. She pressed her face against the side of my neck sometime between the front door and living room.
When I reached the side of the bed I was fairly certain that she had fallen asleep. The way her breathing had evened out and the fact that she was no longer clutching onto me was a clear giveaway. "Stephanie?" I murmured her name, but she didn't even stir. Resigned, I settled her on the bed, carefully shimming her out of the tiny dress and high heels. I've been trained to do a variety of things in pitch black, but that doesn't mean I didn't get an eyeful of Babe when I put one of my t-shirts on her.
Hey, I'm an opportunist not a saint.
The way this chap turned out means there's gonna be one last post, told from Steph's POV. I've got finals this week, so the next and last chap should be up sometime after Thursday.
