Okay, am I awesome, or what? I was surprised at how fast I wrote this...so I hope you enjoy!
Not mine.
Warning for smut, I guess...if you tilt your head and squint.
Ranger woke me a few more times to make love with gentle kisses. I had a feeling when I got up tomorrow I wasn't going to be able to walk a straight line.
At seven, I was straddling his hips and kissing his chest. Walking be damned. This was the Cuban Sex God.
"Babe," he rumbled. "I've got to get up and work out.
"I can think of more fun things to do."
"I bet you can." He groaned as I shamelessly rubbed myself against him.
"Come on, take one day off."
"Bad guys don't take days off."
"You have a company full of men. I think they can handle it for one day." So sue me, I was being selfish. It wasn't every day that I had a full on Cuban Sex God in my bed.
Well, technically, we were in his bed, but that's beside the point.
Before he could answer, the phone rang.
"Yo." Ranger said. I was so close that I could hear Tank on the other side of the phone.
"Hey man, are you coming down for the morning meeting or what? We're supposed to start in ten minutes."
"I'll be down in…Dios." He gasped as I started to gently nibble on his left nipple.
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
He glared down at me and I cocked my head to the side.
"I said…Christ. Stop that." He warned as I rubbed his now hard cock on my slit and barely pushing him into me.
"Stop what?" Tank asked.
Ranger glared at me some more. I gave him a cute smile and batted my eyelashes.
"Postpone the meeting until nine."
"Why?"
"Just do it." He barked and hung up. "That was low, Babe."
"Well you didn't have to do that."
He rolled over on top of me and slid in. "You made me an offer I can't refuse." He started to thrust in and out at a quickened pace. "We only have two hours and you've been very bad."
"Then I should be taught a lesson." I replied, using his words from last night.
He grinned. "I agree. But not now." He started to rub my clit and a in a few more strokes, I was flying.
An hour later, I was ready to face the world. Ranger, on the other hand, had his head under his pillow, softly snoring away. Poor guy had a sex hangover. He couldn't move a single muscle while I felt rested and ready to go.
I kissed his shoulder and softly giggled when he groaned. Slipping out of bed, I buttoned his shirt from last night on me and headed out to make coffee. He needed to be up and ready to go in an hour and I wasn't sure anything short of coffee was going to get him moving.
Glancing around the family room, I noticed my bra precariously sitting on the back of the couch.
"Jeez." I said aloud quickly grabbing it and throwing it on the floor of the bedroom. Thank God I found it now because I could never face the Merry Men if one of them found it.
I stared down at the coffee pot. It looked like it belonged on a space ship. The only thing I recognized was the coffee pot itself. Figuring I should start with something simple, I started to look for the beans.
Twenty minutes later and three dropped cups of water later, I was ready to hit a Starbucks. I stared at it, wishing that it would just make the coffee itself.
"Babe, it's not going to tell you anything. It just makes coffee." Ranger said from the doorway. He looked delicious in just the black sweat pants he was wearing. It took all of my strength not to lick his chest. Jeez, I'm turning into a nymphomaniac.
"I thought you were asleep."
"You were making enough noise out here to wake your mother at her house."
"I can't get it to work." I said.
"Why didn't you call Ella?"
"I have no real clothes other than my dress. She'll know what we were doing in here."
"Babe, she'll know when she collects the sheets."
Cripes. I forgot about that. She was going to see all the damp spots on the sheets. I blushed. She was like Ranger's mother. And you never want your in-laws to know that you're having sex with their child. Even when you're married.
He came over to where I was standing and I turned around to take notes. Future reference and what not.
"You just have to open this. There's already a filter in there." He said, his front pressing against my back. He dumped the water in and pushed the start button.
"Oh." I said, feeling stupid. I almost put the water in there when I first started.
He kissed my neck and started to unbutton the buttons on the shirt. "Mm, you're not wearing any underwear. I like that. You look really sexy in my clothes." He said, "but you look sexier out of them."
He had gotten to the last button when the door banged open. "Ranger! You in here?" Lester called.
He put his head on my shoulder. "Christ, it was too good to be true." He turned around to give me cover while I buttoned myself back up.
"Don't you knock?" Ranger asked.
Lester, taking in Ranger's state of undress, "got a woman up here? How was I supposed to know, there wasn't a sock on the door."
"The key is for emergencies."
"We didn't want you ducking out again, even though it's not like you at all. Tank has lots of work he wants to get done so he can get out early. He's got a date or something. Hey Beautiful." He said when I popped my head around Ranger's shoulder. "What are you…?" He saw that I was wearing one of Ranger's shirts and he grinned.
"Way to go bossman!"
"Lester…" He growled.
"I mean, it's about time you two had sex! We can postpone the meeting until tomorrow if you want to continue your horizontal aerobics."
"OUT!" Ranger said, his arm pointing to the door.
We heard Lester laugh all the way to the door. When it was quiet again, Ranger turned to me. "I guess I should go." He said, looking wistfully at the shirt.
I shrugged. "I guess." I wasn't going to stall him anymore since he was needed to clean up the bad guys of Trenton.
He tugged the shirt away from my body and looked down. "Nice." He said, wolf grinning at me, then turning to the shower.
"Ass!" I yelled after him.
All I could hear was his chuckle before the bathroom door cut him off.
