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Disclaimer: Contains smut and Lester's potty mouth…
When I got out of the shower the next morning, my doorbell was ringing. The idiot on the other side alternated the ringing with polite knocking, probably hoping I'd answer quickly and not blow their brains out. I threw on a pair of green basketball shorts and flipped the locks.
"What?" I grumbled, throwing open my door to Ram.
"Meeting in twenty," he said to me. "Who'd you have in here last night, man?" Ram's smile looked like it was going to stretch off his fucking face. Movement from behind Ram caught my eye, and a flash of dirty blonde hair appeared in my view. Dayna fucking Marrero chose that moment to exit her snooty-ass apartment and heard Ram ask me that ridiculous accusatory question. She stopped behind Ram, her eyes wide. She shook her head at me, silently telling me to shut the fuck up and lie to Ram. I saw her and quickly looked back at Ram, clearing my throat.
"Why, bro?"
"Tank and me walked by your door last night and heard some chick screaming your name. What the fuck were you doing to her, man? She still in there?" Ram asked, trying to peek through my open door.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ramos," I growled.
"Oh."
"Maybe you and Tank need your hearing checked," I suggested darkly. I slammed the door in Ram's face and stalked back into the bathroom to shave.
Fucking Ranger and his stupid-ass meetings. I usually tune him out and then get the short version later from either Manny or Bobby. All I really cared about was that if he'd someday flip out and send me back to Uzbekistan for two months to "calm down" again.
Ranger was droning on about the latest security detail that RangeMan had been hired for. Some swanky law firm nearby was constantly worrying about going up in flames due to several bomb threats made by a disgruntled former employee. So they hired a tag team of crazed mercenaries to look after the place, twenty-four-seven. Smart people.
"Santos," Ranger snapped. I quickly lifted my forehead up off the conference room table and tried to focus in on his face. He didn't look happy with my attempt at a catnap.
"Yes, sir," I sputtered.
"I need you to organize this account," Ranger ordered. I nodded.
"No problem."
"Good. You're dismissed." The guys stood up from the table and they all began talking. I sagged out of the conference room and into the hall, where Bobby was discreetly waiting for me. I slunk into the control room and he fell into step behind me. As soon as we were alone, he slugged me hard in the crook of my shoulder.
"Um…ow?" I exclaimed.
"Who the fuck was in your apartment last night, dawg?" Bobby hissed.
"Aiight. If I tell you, you have to take it to your fucking grave." I rubbed my shoulder. "Ramos already asked me about it this morning and I basically told him to fuck off."
"Sweet little baby Jesus, just tell me already."
I took a deep breath. "Dayna."
"Nurse Ratched?" Bobby stared at me in disbelief.
"Yeah, man! She came over to borrow my iPhone charger and then she let me feel her up in the kitchen."
Bobby doubled over so far that his corn rowed head brushed the floor. A bark of insane laughter left his mouth and he stumbled forward, flipping head-first into a rolling desk chair. I went over to him and kicked his shin with my boot.
"Something funny?" I growled.
"I just can't believe this, man. How the hell did THAT happen?" Bobby got on his feet and stared at me, arms crossed.
"And it gets better," I continued. "Afterwards, she just winks at me and walks out. She had my phone charger in her hand."
"No!"
"I have to talk to her," I said. "There's no way I'm gonna pretend this never happened."
"How was it, though?" Bobby wanted to know.
"So hot that I cried myself to sleep last night."
"Lester," a voice said from behind me. I was alone in the kitchen, concocting myself a strawberry, banana, and mango protein smoothie with the fresh fruit that Ella had left out for us. I didn't have to turn my head to know who it was.
"Look who it is," I grumbled. "Miss Thoroughly-Satisfied." I poured the smoothie into a leftover plastic Taco Bell cup and stuck a straw in it.
"About last night," Dayna began. I heard her heeled footsteps approach me. I finally turned to face her and my stomach tightened. She had straightened her hair this morning. It hung nearly down to her ass in thick layers. She was wearing a tight gray dress that hit mid-thigh, the orgasm-inducing FMPs, and a tailored white jacket with her name and title stitched on the front. Dayna C. Marrero, RN, MSN, ARNP-C. I thought Huge Bitch should have been included in there somewhere, too.
"What about it?" I leaned against the counter and sucked up my smoothie.
"I'd prefer it if we got past that and never let it happen again."
"Sure," I said nonchalantly. "If that's what you want."
"Yeah. It is." Dayna pursed her lips and cleared her throat. "I understand you're supposed to be showing me some kind of firearm today?"
"Who said that?" I asked.
"Mr. Manoso."
"Stand by," I said to her.
I left Dayna frowning in the kitchen and stalked into Ranger's office without knocking. He looked up from his computer screen and watched me as I flopped down into his guest chair.
"What's this about me training Dayna Marrero down in the arsenal this afternoon?" I asked him.
"You need to start checking your memos, Santos." Ranger frowned.
"What memo?" I whipped out my cell and pulled up my email, finding the damn memo. "Oh."
"Start off with the basics."
"Aiight." I lifted myself out of the chair and headed out of Ranger's office.
It was five minutes to two o'clock and I was in the control room with Bobby. He was watching the monitors that viewed the lower lobby, the garage, the arsenal, and the gun range. Luckily for me.
"I'm training Dayna Marrero down in the fucking arsenal today," I told him.
"Shit, you serious?"
"Yeah. She told me an hour ago that she wants to forget what happened last night and never think about it again."
"Damn, that's harsh," Bobby commented.
"Yeah, it was. But I guaran-fucking-tee you that she WILL think about it over and over again or the Pope isn't Catholic." I crossed my arms and leaned against Bobby's desk.
"True. Most girls say it's pretty hard to forget a night with you, Santos."
"Damn right," I growled. I heard Ranger's voice in my earpiece.
"Santos! Get your ass down to the arsenal!" he barked.
"Yes, sir," I answered. I clapped Bobby on the back and jogged towards the elevator.
I reached the arsenal and it was empty, so I headed over to the lockup to retrieve one of my favorite toys: an AK-47 assault rifle that produced hydrostatic shock in unfortunate targets. I took it apart and was putting it back together when I heard the heavy cage door to the arsenal open and Dayna stepped inside. I completely ignored her until she came to stand next to me and I could smell her perfume. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and noticed that she'd changed her outfit for our lesson today. She was wearing a black RangeMan stretchy t-shirt and black cargoes.
"Have you ever held a gun before?" I asked her, next to positive that she hadn't.
"No."
"Good. You'd probably have killed someone by now with that attitude of yours."
"I don't appreciate your obnoxious comments, Santos," she said angrily. "Just show me what you have to show me so I can be on my way."
I sighed. "Rang – Mr. Manoso – wants me to show you the basic weapons that we hold here in the arsenal. If we have time, I'm supposed to go to the range with you and teach you how to fire a pistol." I glanced at her and suddenly I thought back to the night before, when my hand was buried between her legs and her tongue was sliding deep into my mouth. It just didn't add up.
"Okay," she agreed. "That's fair."
I put the AK-47 aside and located a small handgun. "This is a Colt M1911A1. It's a semi-automatic pistol that shoots .45's." I handed it to her and she took it from me, holding it between her thumb and pointer finger like it was swarming with ants or some shit.
"Sure," she said nervously.
"What," I said. "Scared of it?"
"No," she said haughtily. "Just a little…apprehensive about using one of these. Guns kill people, you know!"
"No," I said with fake wonderment. "I thought they blasted you with a burst of fresh air!" I grabbed the Colt from her hand and tossed it onto the counter.
"You have some nerve!" Dayna was looking at me like she'd just had her body cavities searched by canines. I plowed ahead with the firearms lesson, itching to get it over with so I could go hang garlic from my neck and sleep with a cross under my pillow.
I handed her a Glock 9mm and she gingerly took it from me, holding it in the palm of her hand. "This is what we'll be practicing with today if we make it to the range."
"Swell," she muttered.
"Or, how about this instead: RangeMan employees have so many enemies that sooner or later the crazies will find out you don't carry a gun and try to kill you."
"What?" she exclaimed.
"You heard me." I took the Glock from her and jammed it into the waistband of my cargoes for later use. Maybe on her.
"Boy, you are just a wealth of information!" Dayna said snootily. She lifted my t-shirt and grabbed the gun from the back of my waistband, her smooth fingers brushing against my warm skin. "Which way to the range?" She started towards the door with the Glock.
"Hey, hey, hey," I said, running after her and reclaiming the gun. "More lessons first."
Thirty minutes and two short fights later, Dayna was able to hold the Glock like a regular person would.
"I think I'm ready now," she stated.
"Think so?" I mumbled. She glared at me as I loaded the Glock and grabbed a couple boxes of bullets. I headed out of the arsenal, leaving her to follow me.
Down in the empty, darkened gun range, I hit the lights for lane #1 and put everything on the little metal shelf.
"Put these on." I handed her some squishy foam earplugs and watched as she stuffed them into her ears.
"I like these," she said. "Now I won't be able to hear your ridiculous comments!"
I seethed. Maybe I shouldn't be in a gun range with her, after all. Too much temptation to shoot her in the fucking kneecap.
"Save it," I said, my hand in her face. She made a face at me and I knew she was thinking that she'd like to kick my fucking nuts with her boot and watch me squirm on the cement floor.
She sighed audibly for the millionth time since we'd been together. "You're just mad about last night."
"Last night?" I said, acting confused. "I was alone in my apartment last night. I don't know what you're talking about." I jammed a clip of 9mm hydroshocks into the Glock and cocked it.
"Gonna shoot me?" she asked, looking amused.
"Thinkin' about it." I put the gun on the counter and stood back, my arms crossed over my chest. I looked at her expectantly. "Well?"
"What, you just expect me to know what to do?" Dayna asked, incredulously.
"You're the gun expert now, after thirty minutes of hard-core training. Go for it."
"Fine." She walked up to the counter, picked up the gun, and aimed it at the target. Ten seconds went by and I heard no shot.
"I'm waiting," I said.
"I can't – could you – I need your help," she exclaimed. I sighed and walked up to her.
"You really are fucking pathetic," I said to her. Dayna frowned furiously and whipped her hair around her shoulders.
"Just show me what to do!"
"You're not standing right," I said.
"How else do you want me to stand?" she exclaimed. "I only have two legs!"
"Oooh, a nurse AND a rocket scientist." I grabbed the gun from her and got into my shooting position. I squinted at the target, took a deep breath, and fired off a shot. It hit the target square between the eyes. Dayna squealed behind me when the gun went off.
"How did you do that?" she demanded.
"Through the magic of pulling a trigger." I handed her the gun and she attempted to replicate my stance, only she was sticking her ass out more than I had been. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to copy how you're standing," she replied. "I probably look like an idiot, huh."
"Not really," I said. She raised her eyebrows at me in disbelief that I didn't have a vicious comment for her. "Don't stick your ass out so much. I may be tempted to grab the hell out of it." I chambered another bullet in the Glock and handed it back to her. She attempted to aim at the target again, but dropped her arms after a few seconds.
"You know, I hardly know anything about you." She set the gun down on the counter and removed the squishy foam from her ears.
"You know all you have to know about me." I assumed she was done for the day and removed the clip from the Glock.
"I find that hard to believe." Dayna smirked and crossed her arms.
I sighed again. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything."
"Fine. You wanna know something about me? I'm twenty-eight years old. My middle name is Alejandro. I have two younger brothers and two sisters who all live here in Jersey. My parents moved from Puerto Rico to Chicago in 1978 and still reside there. I goofed off all through high school and still managed to graduate. I was in the Army for eight years and spent the last two in Special Forces. My expertise is in military logistics, statistical operations, and Intel. I've been extensively trained as a sniper and can tell you every single part to any firearm you can think of. My favorite color is green and my secret favorite show is Gossip Girl because Leighton Meester is the hottest woman I've ever seen on my fucking TV screen."
"Geez, just write me an autobiography, why don't you?" Dayna shook her head.
"Give me some time, and I could really hate you."
"Too late for that," she said. "I'll tell you what, Santos."
I slammed my fist down on the counter, shaking the gun and box of ammo. "What?" I sounded so angry that I didn't even recognize my own voice.
"Here's what we're going to do about our little situation," Dayna began. "I think that –
"Here's what I think. I think that it's been so long since you've been FUCKED that you don't even know how to act like a human anymore. And you know what's such a shame about that? The fact that you don't even KNOW that's what you need! It's so painfully obvious that you're hot. You're downright sexy to me. In fact, I'm almost certain that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. But none of that matters, because you're such a goddamn BITCH!" I was so pissed that I was fucking hard and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Dayna looked as though I'd just slapped her in the face. Her eyes were blazing with anger and her face was red.
"Well if you're so certain that's what I need, then why don't you do something about it, Santos?" she yelled at me. "Every time I see you my fucking panties get soaked because I'm so attracted to you. I get into a state and your childish comments and nitpicks just keep getting me madder and madder at you! So stop telling me what I need and just –
"Just WHAT?" I hollered.
Dayna went silent. "Just…nevermind." She kept her arms crossed as she started walking quickly to the door of the range. I blocked her exit with my 6'2" frame and glared at her.
"Don't walk away from me," I gritted out. She frowned and stalked to the darkest corner of the range, probably hoping she'd disappear. "I can still see you."
"So?" was the belligerent reply. "You keep telling me what I need, so whatever."
"You do need it."
"And I guess you're not going to be the one who fixes that, huh?"
"Only if you want me to."
"Well, I want you to."
I scoffed. "Yeah. You really mean that."
Dayna's eyes turned deep midnight blue and I could have sworn I saw flecks of red in them. She put her hand on my chest and quickly backed me into the cold cement wall of the range and I bumped hard up against it. She was scaring the hell out of me and turning me the fuck on at the same time. I wasn't sure if I should use the gun on her or rip her clothes off.
"I mean it, Santos."
"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked her. My voice had gone deep and sounded rough, like I'd just woken up.
"I want you to fuck me."
I grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her flush up against my body while I whipped out my cell and dialed Bobby in the control room.
"Cut off the motherfucking cameras down here." I slammed the phone onto the shelf closest to me and yanked Dayna's head back by her hair, exposing the milky flesh of her throat to my hot mouth. She cried out at the intenseness of my actions as I tangled my hand in her tresses. I bit down hard on her neck and sucked until she bruised deep purple. My dick was so hard I was afraid I'd somehow break it and it scared me for a minute. I had it pressed into her hip and she grinded against me as I sucked on her throat like a fucking vampire.
"How do you want it?" I grumbled against her neck. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and she groaned long and low.
"Hard."
"Fuck." I bit her ear at the sound of that word on her lips and felt her jump a little against my crotch. I had no patience for any kind of foreplay. I needed to be buried deep inside her, and I needed it now. I unbuckled my belt and let my cargoes fall to the floor, puddling around my boots, and she growled low in her throat when she saw I was commando.
I undid her cargoes and let them fall to the floor as I got an eyeful of her panties. Black lace with tiny red flowers stitched on them. She had her hands up my t-shirt and she was rubbing on my abs when I inched the wet, ruined lace down her silky thighs. I bent down to quickly unlace her boots, chucking them to the side and whisking off her cargoes and panties. I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, pushing her back against the cement wall, and she wrapped her legs around my hips.
"There's no going back," I rasped. "Just to let you know." I buried my tongue deep in her mouth as she writhed against me. I could feel her wet warmth on the length of my cock and she was rubbing herself on me, getting me wet with her silky fluids.
I strained to hear a reply from her lips. I nearly died when she whispered, "Okay."
I sank into her in one swift movement, both of us groaning at the feeling of penetration. She was so hot and wet and tight…fuck. I was a goner.
Her insides quivered as she let the sensations overtake her, and her head fell back against the wall and her eyes were shutting. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in again, eliciting a growl from deep within her throat.
I knew neither of us would last very long. I had only thrust into her four times, slow and deep, and I sensed she was close because of the way her wetness felt around my dick. It was wetter and hotter, and somehow tighter. I reached in between us and pinched her clit hard and she shattered into pieces and screamed for me, causing me to come with her, and I was shooting off deep inside of her. I had never felt anything so intense in my life. Jesus.
Dayna slid to the floor when she could no longer take being up against the wall. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue sliding against mine softly. I moaned a little into her mouth as she sucked on my tongue.
"That felt so incredible," she whispered to me, smirking. No, she wasn't smirking. She was smiling at me.
My voice was still deep from growling out my release. "Oh, yeah?"
"Mmmm," was her reply. She let go of me and located her pants. She put them on and began to lace up her boots. I reluctantly hiked up my cargoes and secured them around my waist. When Dayna was done dressing, she slid to the floor against the wall and pulled me down with her. I hauled her into my lap and we sat together for awhile, Dayna playing with my fingers, trying to regain our composure from earlier.
"Come over again tonight," I said to her quietly. I kissed her lightly.
"I'll think about it," she said wryly, smiling again.
"I make pretty good bagel pizzas," I pointed out. "Extra cheese." Dayna laughed. I realized that was the first time I'd ever heard her laugh. It was so beautiful.
"Sure," she said. "I will. But I'll pass on the bagel pizzas."
"How about regular pizza?" I asked.
"That sounds MUCH better."
Will Dayna and Lester stand to be around each other long enough to try dating? More to come soon!
