Author's Note: Hey, y'all. I had Indian food for the first time today and absolutely loved it. I also got to spend some time with my big sister and talk in between stalls of her crappy Toyota. We were talking about our jobs and college plans and mostly men. I made a comparison to Ranger, which opened the door for fangirling. She may not become a JE addict like me but the seed has definitely been planted.
I'm so happy to read your responses to Dinner Time with the Plums and hopefully, I'll be able to inject some more mayhem into the works later. Since we're about to switch back into our man's head and I left the last chapter off at a fun point, I think it's high time for another naked part…on Seven. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"How'd he get in?"
"Picked the lock."
"How'd you get in?"
"Picked the lock…look, get yourself a couple of deadbolts…and lock that shit up."
-Ranger and Stephanie in One for the Money (2012)
Carlos opened my door for me and I smiled at him. I guess chivalry isn't dead, after all. Helping me out of my truck, he drew me into a soft kiss, my moan echoing in the garage. Unlike other parking garages, it was well lit after dark and I could see small camera domes by each column. I understood. Carlos was an intensely private and dangerous sort of man. He must have plenty of enemies and if they get in here, they need to be taken down hard. The best way to do that would be able to see and hear how many there were…wait, see and hear…
Reading my mind, he took a small remote out of his pocket and pointed to the nearest camera. He held it up for me to see and I cocked my head in a silent question…
"It's a scrambler and a mute button. Whoever's on Monitors can get their porn on the internet like regular people."
"No free show for them!" I declared in my best Soup Nazi imitation.
He laughed and grabbed my hand, this time leading me. We ended up in an industrial like elevator and I looked at the buttons curiously, noting how they had raised roman numerals instead of regular numbers.
"My sister Celia came up with it. She thought it would be cute." he supplied as he pushed the button for 7. "The gym's on 2, the bullpen's on 5, and I live on 7. Here. It's a fob to my place."
"Wow. Uh…thank you?" I asked while staring incredulously at the light gray and black fob in my palm.
The Dick hadn't given me a key to anything until about two weeks before our wedding day and not even one to his car. Carlos and I had met less than a month ago in the diner and he's already keyed…well, fobbed me. I don't mind it a bit but still…warp speed, Mr. Manoso. He closed my hand around the fob and tilted my head up so I could look him in the eye.
"Babe, if you're going to be my Padawan, you need to have access to me in case of an emergency with a skip or a stalker. And since you're going to be my woman, you definitely need to have access to me in a case of an emergency and by emergency, I mean if get the sudden urge to ride me like Zorro at 2 in the morning…or if you need me to go get you tampons or some other obscure woman thing."
The image of Big Bad Ass Ranger getting me my Tampax made me shake with silent laughter and I kissed his cheek in reward.
"I wouldn't make you do that unless I had a busted limb and no driver's license. I can get my own obscure woman things. Well, quid pro quo. You'll have an off switch to my Lock Shock by the weekend. I'd give you a key but I know you'd never use it. You can't resist showing off your mad lock picking skills."
"Damn right." he confirmed unrepentantly as we stopped on 7. With a roll of my eyes, I put the fob in my satchel and he let us into his space. Wow. It was like the pictures of Manhattan lofts I used to drool over in college: spacious but not too spacious. The walls were a shade of slate gray and all the wood in the place looked like oak. He had a lot of books, many of which I recognized from my English classes and a very nice looking entertainment system. I was pleasantly surprised to see a black Wii with four remotes there, as well as a stack of games, including the Just Dance series. Huh. Maybe I could play him, later…much later. The furniture was in leather (black, of course) and the black counter tops looked like granite or marble.
An image of him taking me on top of one or all of them made my insides clench harder. Even though we've already made love 3 times before, my Hungarian hormones were nowhere near done with him. He was worlds away from what I used to sexually. The Dick had only been focused on his quick and dirty pleasure and Morelli…it had been decent. I had managed to have a small orgasm but nothing to write home about. In fact, I hadn't even realized I came until I found the evidence on my thighs in the shower. When I'm with Carlos, every centimeter of me knows what's going on, where it's going on, and screams for more. He's damn near obsessed with my satisfaction and will do just about anything to make me come at least twice. I'm also more willing to take what I want and be rough with him. I can pin his wrists down, scratch and bite him, and even tell him exactly how I want it in words that would make Ron Jeremy blush.
His bedroom was large and I could tell that it was where he decompressed. A black iPod rested in an iHome port on his right nightstand, a set of Dre Beats headphones in front of it. On the left nightstand were an alarm clock and a charging Dell lap top, black with silver detail. His bed was at least a Queen size and had black, white, and silver bedding. I'm gonna have to introduce him to the rest of the color wheel. Don't get me wrong. He's found great ways to make grey, white, silver, and especially black look wonderful but…well, when you've got a semi-unfortunate last name like Plum, you learn how to appreciate and embrace color.
Silently, he opened a wall safe and I passed him everything on me but my knuckles. He could take those off of me himself. Our boots were the next to go and soon, we were sitting at the foot of a bed again. His hand slid into mine again and I twined my fingers with his, marveling again at how our skin tones complimented each other…
Carlos turned to say something to me but I kissed him hungrily to silence him, pushing him back towards his pillows. Quicker than lightning, he reversed us and I ended up being the one shoved to the mattress this time. Like I had, he followed after me and started an all out assault on my neck. Knowing hands got me fully disarmed and my satchel hit the floor with a thud. Looking up at him warmly, I parted my legs and remembering my offer, his teeth dragged the zipper of his (mine, now…) windbreaker down. I shifted out of it and slid my hands under his top, tangling my fingers in the dusky hair on his chest as it came off.
He removed my flexiband and finger combed my curls, making me purr as his blunt nails raked my scalp. Slowly but surely, we stripped each other, the silence between us broken by a soft moan or a quiet giggle from me as he found my ticklish places. I didn't try to stop him as he put on a condom and soon, he was back inside me to the hilt. There was a little pain but an enormous amount of bliss. I shuddered hard and pulled him into a lazy kiss, twining my tongue with his playfully. I want him and I'm starting to need him. No other man would do, nor would my showerhead or my hands. What I crave can be only given to me by this man.
My man.
"Harder…faster…please go deeper…want to feel you everywhere…"
"Tilt your hips, nena…"
Obeying him, I felt his hands tenderly cup my ass and grind me against him, sending electricity ricocheting through my nerves. He groaned low in his chest, clutching me to him possessively as he suckled hard at my nipples. Carlos told me that they reminded him of raspberries, his favorite fruit and I arched into his mouth, relishing the attention, his touch, the taste of his skin in my mouth. My vision started to blur and sharpen with the contractions inside my tunnel and I screamed through my teeth, coming hard underneath him. He purred in delight as I tightened around him and rubbed my clit in slow circles, rocketing me into a second climax as the first one receded.
He shuddered and his hips took on a mind of their own, surging hard into me as he groaned his release.
"Stephanie…"
I've never heard my name said with more tenderness…more affection…more love.
