Chapter 6

'Yo.' Ranger answered.

'Yo yourself.' I replied.

'Hey Babe.'

'If I tell you what I know, do you promise to make the apprehension yourself?'

Ranger hesitated, 'I don't like the sound of this Babe, but ok.'

I grinned, 'cool. Mikey's at 19 Ford St. there's a party there.'

'And the catch is…'

'It's a Hawaiian party. Men have to take off their shirts and wear garlands of flowers. You get to keep your pants though.'

'Good, I'm going commando.' Ranger said.

I moaned involuntarily.

'Babe.' Ranger growled, his voice deeper and huskier.

I moaned again. Ranger normally has a sexy voice, but when it's low and husky and…I think I just ruined my panties.

'I'll buy you a new pair.' Ranger promised.

'Did I say it out loud?'

'Yeah.'

'Well shit.'

'What colour are they Babe? Describe them, I need to know what I'm buying for you.'

'They're black…and see through.'

'Oh god Babe.' He groaned.

'and lacy. They ride low on my hips, and-'

'Babe, you're driving me crazy.'

I heard laughter in the background.

'Still with the Merry Men, huh?'

'Yeah. Hang on – shut up you idiots.'

'Uh boss,' Tank said distantly, 'remember the Fta, Mikey? You can dirty talk with Steph later.'

'Crap.' Ranger said. 'Babe?'

'Yup, I heard, we need to talk about Mikey.'

'Yeah.'

'Ok, he's a straight bloke, single, and on the prowl at the Hawaiian party. The party started about an hour ago, but there's supposed to be some kind of surprise. If you go now, you could pretend that Mikey has won a flight to Hawaii and that you're there to drive him to the airport, then he'll come easy. Once he's in the car, Tank puts the bracelets on and you drive to the cop shop.'

'Good plan Babe. Anything else?'

'Mikey's as thick as two planks, and just as gullible, but he's got a mean right hook. So watch your back.'

'Thanks Babe.'

'Sure. I wish I could see you with the garland.'

'I'll see what I can do. Speak to you later Babe.'

'Later Ric.'

'Babe.' He breathed, then he disconnect.

Fair enough – I did get to hang up last time.

I paced around my room for ages, waiting for Ranger to call. But by eleven I was beginning to feel sleepy so I got ready for bed and slipped into my black satin nightdress. It barely covered my ass, making me look like I had legs up to my ears. My hair was behaving itself for once, and it was all natural curls and sleek waves. Not that anyone would see it, but it would make me feel sexy when I was talking to Ric.

Someone knocked rapidly on my door and my heart started hammering in time with the rhythmic pounding.

I paused before I looked through the spy hole – I wanted it to be Ranger so badly I'm not sure what I'd do if it wasn't him.

Luckily, I didn't have to find out.

I opened the door and my jaw hit the floor as a gazed at his mocha mucley chest. His hair was down; it was lustrous and glossy and straight. His neck was adorned by a wreath of delicate flowers; intRicately interwoven. His left ear lobe glittered with the sparkle of diamond, and his eyes glittered with something else entirely.

'Ric.' I tried to say, but it came out as a half moan, half something else.

Ranger stepped closer, shutting the front door. 'I have a re-decorating job in a few minutes, Tank's waiting for me in the lot, but you wanted to see me in the garland, so…'

I swallowed, hard. 'thanks.' I whispered.

Ranger stepped even closer, 'You're welcome.'

'Can I take a picture?' I asked.

He smiled slowly, 'sure.'

I grabbed my phone and took two pictures of him; one with his whole body, one with his upper body.

'A picture for a picture Babe.' Ranger negotiated, getting out his cell.

'How do you want me?' I asked. Ranger's eyes darkened and he licked his lips. 'In the picture.' I hastily amended, blushing.

'How many pictures did you take of me Babe?'

'Two.'

'Then I get two pictures too.'

He took my hand and led me to my bathroom. He held out a pair of handcuffs to me and I knew what he wanted.

I handcuffed myself to the shower rail, and looked at him with sultry eyes.

Ranger gazed at me for a long moment, but I didn't feel self-conscious. His eyes ran up and down me, mentally removing my nightdress. Eventually, he took one picture. Then he stepped into the cubicle with me, his body brushing against mine.

'Can I have your panties Babe? I need to see what I'm replacing.' Ric said, his voice deep.

I looked away, 'They're dirty.'

'I know.' Ranger whispered into my ear. Then he leaned down and took a long lick of my neck. I couldn't suppress a moan as I felt a new spurt of wetness between my legs.

His hands rested softly on my legs, just below the hem of my nightdress.

'Your panties Babe; yes?' he asked, 'or no?'

I closed my eyes. 'Yes.' I agreed.

His hands slowly and torturously caressed up my thighs, pushing up my dress with him. His hands rested lightly on my hips and his thumbs hooked under my panties and gently pulled them down. I stepped out of them and he picked them up - Ranger inhaled deeply, drawing my scent into himself.

'God Babe, you smell so good, I can almost taste you…' He took another deep breath and forced himself to put my panties away. He put them in his pocket, and his tight pants did little to hide how I was affecting him.

My breathing hitched and I bit my lip, Ranger smiled sexily and un-cuffed me, leading me to my bed. 'Lie down Babe.'

I obeyed, lying on the fresh sheets.

'Like this.' He said, positioning me gently, so that I was on my back with my knees up and together, my heels flat on the bed. My night dress slipped down a little, and if I spread my knees I would be exposed.

Ranger's hand eased the thin strap off one of my shoulders, and tucked an errant curl behind my ear.

'Perfect.' He breathed, 'you're so hot Steph.'

I licked my lips and sent my smoky gaze his way.

It was his breathing that hitched this time.

'Perfect.' Ranger repeated, taking the picture.

His cell started ringing and he ignored it.

'That'll be Tank.' He said, 'I'm late.'

I nodded soundlessly, wanting him so much that I could barely speak.

Ranger leaned forward and brushed my lips softly. I wanted so badly for the kiss to deepen, and I groaned in frustration when it didn't.

'I know.' Ranger whispered, 'but if I kiss you properly I won't be able to leave.'

I nodded, but I wanted to say, 'then don't! Don't leave!'

Ranger's hand gently stroked my hair, 'I don't want to go, but I have to be present for the apprehension of one of the Fta's staying there. Get some sleep Babe.' His voice lowered, 'dream of me.'

I licked my lips slowly, 'yes.' I agreed breathlessly.

'Babe.' He said, his voice full of fire and desire and frustration. Then he turned and let himself out.

He took my picture, and he took my panties – and he left me horny as hell.