Yes, I am working on the next chapter of The Rift, but after than angst of Acceptance, I needed something lighter. Reviews are great- I love to know what you think.
Guarding Stephanie- Part 7
Woody's POV
It was a frigid January afternoon, and I was sitting on the fifth floor of Rangeman monitoring the remote monitors on company cars and personnel. It was mind numbingly dull duty, but I was put on monitor duty a lot. That is mostly because I am the only guy at Rangeman that has never lost Steph. I am onto her tricks. For example, her visits to her parents NEVER last more than half an hour, so if her GPS is there more than 40 minutes, I know she's trying to ditch us. I am pretty good at tracking her down when she does that. In fact, Steph moves around a lot, so if her GPS signal is anywhere but the mall for more than an hour, something's up. She also has a habit of parking four blocks from where she wants to go and walking the distance. Whenever her car is parked in an unlikely spot ( like a church) it's a sign that she's doing something she doesn't want Ranger to know about.
Since Steph has attracted another of her many stalkers, there is nowhere she goes that we don't want to know about. With Ranger "in the wind", Tank is paranoid about her safety. He only allowed her to go out today without a tail since she swore she wouldn't ditch the tracker and would call in every two hours.
Monitor duty is seriously boring, so I am entertaining myself watching Girls Gone Wild on YouTube as well. I am less intense than most of the guys at Rangeman, but I am no less lethal. I was a SEAL for years, and I met Ranger and Bobby in a hand to hand combat class. I finished first in the class. We learned how to kill with our bare hands, a skill which I put to good use in Afghanistan. I take my job very seriously.
I have brown hair and dark eyes. I am 6'2", 295 pounds, and my biceps are so big they almost tear the seams of my black shirt. Even in the safety of the office I am wearing a fully loaded gun belt. Like most of the guys, I am absolutely in love with guns. I am wearing my Glock and have a pistol in my boot. I am also in charge of the shooting range. Women usually find me attractive, and I absolutely love them- in bed of course. Hey, I am a virile, healthy, powerful guy and I got the nickname Woody for a reason.
My attention leaves the Girls Gone Wild Youtube video and focuses on the blip from Steph's GPS, which has stopped on the corner of Fortner street and has been there for twenty minutes. What the hell is she doing there? Fortner is in the worst part of Trenton. She's probably going after a skip. After all the trouble Steph gets into, I figured I needed to check it out.
Have I mentioned that whoever gets monitor duty also has to hunt down/rescue Steph if needed? I called her cell and she answered on the fifth ring. She answered in a muffled voice that sounded like it was shaking with the cold. 'Hey, sweetie, what the hell are you doing stopped on Fortner in the cold?" A pause. " Woody? My goddamn car broke down." I had to hide my chuckle. Steph drove a beat up piece of shit Chevy because she was currently being too stubborn to drive one of the cars Ranger wanted to lend her. "Ok, I'll be there in ten. Stay in the car with your doors locked." I stuck Vince with my monitor duty and went to be Steph's knight in shining armour.
Ten minutes later, I had followed the GPS signal to Steph's beat up car. Knowing how cold she would be, I had stopped at McDonalds's and gotten her steaming hot fries. See, this is why I am her favorite. She was behind the wheel , grinding the engine, trying to get it to turn over. From the sound of it, it was pretty hopeless. She jumped out of the car and started kicking the tires, " I hate you. I hate you." She was kicking the car, standing within inches of speeding cars on Fortner in a shitty section of town. I ran up to her and pulled her away from the traffic lane, making sure that I was between her and the traffic. She was shivering violently from the cold. " Which part of stay in the car and lock the door did you not understand?" , I yell. I am not mad, just fearful for her. She is so careless with her safety. She and kicked the car again. ' My fucking car won't start." She was so cold that her voice was shaking. I helped her grab her purse , which was spilled on the floor of the car. " Where is your gun?" I asked. She didn't even have to say anything. The look she gave me told me she didn't have it with her. Damn. She has no insticnct for self-preservation, I swear. "Forget this piece of shit. Ranger will be glad its dead anyway."
She had no gloves on, just jeans and a jacket and boots. Her nose was bright red and she was shivering from the cold. It actually looked sort of attractive on her. We bundled into the Explorer , which was very warm, since I had turned the heat on high when I got out. She spied the McDonald's bag instantly and reached across the console to hug me. " Woody, you got me McDonalds. You are my favorite merry Man!" But don't tell the others." I couldn't help but smile at the intense pleasure she derived from something as simple as food.
I watched her in my peripheral vision as I drove. She was stuffing fries into her mouth and moaning with pleasure. Fuck. She sounded just like she was having an orgasm, and I got hard just imagining her making that sound during sex. I tried to cover the huge swelling in my groin. All of us guys are attracted to Steph, hell, you'd have to be dead not to be. But she is off limits to us, since she is Ranger's. So we can look and enjoy, but can never do anything about it, except maybe fantasize. Actually, I usually thought of Steph as more like a little sister who needs protecting.
The car was so warm I was sweating , but Steph had only just stopped shivering. " Can you take me to yoga class?" I was so surprised I almost drove off the road. 'Yoga? You?, I stammered. Steph grimaced and said, "Yeah, I don't really want to go, but I promised Ranger I would try to relax and get into a zone. Plus, he thinks I can't be still long enough to do yoga, so I have to prove him wrong." I agreed with Ranger, there was no way Steph could be still enough to make it through a yoga class, but I knew enough not to say so. That's why I am her favorite.
The yoga studio was in a small quiet section of a strip mall. As soon as we entered, Steph tried to ditch me. I couldn't blame her. I wanted to ditch myself. Few things could be as boring as watching yoga. Plus, there didn't look to be any men here to stalk her . Surely she'd be safe here. I didn't want to be there, but I take my job seriously. I wasn't to let Steph out of my sight. I wasn't going to lose her on my watch.
She went into the changing room to change and gave me a ' you had better not follow me in here" look, so I told her I'd give her five minutes, and waited outside the door. I scanned the room, always alert to my surroundings. A gorgeous redhead came in wearing a tight leotard type thing. It hugged her body like a second skin, and emphasized her already huge breasts. Instantly, I felt my dick get hard as a rock. She looked me over from head to foot as she headed into the changing room, smiling as she went by. Damn. I think I like this yoga class thing.
Ten minutes later, the class started. A middle aged , long haired woman ran the class. She was older, but damn, was she flexible, she could…damn….I didn't even know the human body could bend that way. Steph was in the middle row of women. I stood at parade rest just inside the doorway. I had a great view. Lots of asses, some of them tight, some of them…yikes. I noticed that Steph's workout outfit hugged her ass in a way that none of her other clothes did. She had a nice ass…fuck, I thought. Stop thinking about Steph's ass. I went back to looking at the old yoga leader until I managed to get myself under control. I tried to get into my zone. No, I am not as intense as Ranger, but I still have a zone. I had also mastered what Steph calls" blankface", although I didn't use it as much as Ranger. did.
I was just starting to settle into my zone when, …Holy fuck. I know there is a God because right in front of me was…"downward dog." I want to buy the guy who invented "downward dog" a beer. My attention wandered between the redhead and Steph, as the entire roomful of women bent over on hands and feet and thrust back and forth, asses high in the air and bouncing. It looked like…Damn, This was better than Girls Gone Wild. I started to sweat as I imagined having Steph ass up and thrusting back and forth with me hot inside her. Fuck, Ranger was a lucky guy. I had to quit imagining downward doggie sex with Steph or even my ironclad self- discipline would crack and I would make a move on her. Instead I watched the redhead thrust back and forth, looking at me from between her legs, making eye contact with me and licking her lips while she bounced. Fuck, I was about to ruin my pants if I kept looking at her. I looked at the wooden floor and when I looked up, they were being trees.
They were all standing on one leg with their hands in the air and one foot on the other leg. This reminded me of those sobriety tests cops make you do when they pull you over. Stand on one foot and act like a tree. The redhead has great balance, and having her arms in the air makes her breasts bigger. My eyes move to Steph and I try not to laugh. She tries to balance on one foot and almost instantly falls out of the position. Each time she tries, she falls out of it right away. It is actually funny, but I try not to laugh. She sees me watching her and glares at me.
Shit, this wasn't as boring as I thought with all the tight clothes and visible ass. The instructor has them end class by sitting cross legged on the floor with their eyes closed. They sit there for a very long time. I am impressed, Steph seems to have actually managed to achieve a zone. A calm, tranquil zone. Then her head falls forward and I realize that she has fallen asleep sitting up. She awakens when the others get up and gather their stuff. Steph walks over to me and I notice the sweat on her face and between her breasts. Fuck. Stop it, Woody, I tell myself. Don't be a pig.
I can't help it. I have earned my nickname. The redhead is wiping her face and chest with a towel and I imagine me licking the sweat off of…"Ok, Woody?" Shit. All while I was mentally fucking the redhead, Steph had been talking to me. I have no idea about what. Um, "sure' I say, having no idea what it was I had just agreed to. Steph smiled mischievously, knowing the reason for my distraction. She looked pointedly at the bulge in my pants and went back to the changing room. I watched as the women in tights bent over to get their stuff. Damn. I think I need to sign up for a yoga class.
