So I finished Sizzling Sixteen...It was good. I liked it. That's all I'll say about that so I don't give anything away.

Hope you guys like the chapter!

Not mine.

This is how my life went over the next few weeks. Ranger would take me out on a date, and sometimes we'd end up at his place, sometimes mine. On a few occasions, he had to leave right after dinner because of work, and I understood. Batman couldn't just let the bad men roam the streets. That and he always made it up to me by bringing ice cream and lots of sex.

"Mmm," I said, waking up one morning. "You're fondling."

His right hand which was stroking my back joined his left and cupped my butt, gently pushing my hips closer to his body. "You like it."

I smiled. "I do," I said. "Fondling has its perks." My left hand roamed down and began stroking his rapidly hardening groin.

I mentally cursed his phone when it rang. Ranger had been gone for two weeks visiting the other offices and I had missed him. And the Ranger-orgasms.

"Yo." He said. "Hey Celia." I continued to stroke him and he glared down at me, saying with his eyes, not today. I shrugged and settled on nibbling on his ear, which I found out, drove him insane as well.

I could feel his sigh at me and I smiled. It was nice to know that I had some power over Ranger.

"Sure, I can be there in an hour."

Damn. That meant no Ranger induced orgasm.

He hung up and looked at me.

"Want a quickie?" I asked hopefully.

He looked like he was thinking about smiling. "Sure, but you're not quick enough."

"Hey, I go as fast as I can."

He gently nudged me off of him and headed for his dresser. "They're releasing my dad today."

"That's great."

"I'm going over there to make sure everything's all settled and that he gets home okay."

"Do you need me to go with you?"

"No, this is easy. Sign some papers, get him to the car and settle him in at home."

"Okay." I paused. "So we aren't doing the quickie?"

He came out and looked at me. "Babe."

"What! I missed you. There's only so much that the shower massager can do after having the Cuban Sex God."

He smiled. "Good to know I'm not being upstaged by a shower massager."

"Always a plus."

He gave me one last smirk and headed for the shower. I fell into a light sleep and awoke to Ranger kissing my breast.

"What are you doing?"

"The sheet slipped and I couldn't resist."

I rolled my eyes. Men.

He kissed its twin and then my lips. "Later." He said.

I gave him a finger wave and fell back asleep.

Ranger's POV

I got onto the elevator and called Tank.

"Postpone all my meetings for the morning. I've got to do something."

"Is this Stephanie related?"

I sighed. I was never going to live down the fact that I stayed in bed to make love to Stephanie instead of going to a meeting. "No," I replied. "My father's being released today."

"Can do." And he hung up.

I quickly drove over to the hospital and met Celia on the way in.

"I told you." She said when we got into the elevator.

"What?"

"I told you."

Can you feel a brain tumor growing? "Told me what, Celia."

"That you couldn't keep your hands off her." She said. "You've got a hickey on your neck."

I looked in the steel of the door. "Shit."

"It's nice to see that you still act like a teenager at thirty-one."

I rolled my eyes. "Like you haven't had worse. The cover up didn't always work as well as you thought, Celia."

She opened her mouth in a big 'O' and blushed. I mentally gloated all the way up.

My mother was surprised to see us. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure everything goes smoothly so dad can get home today."

She shrugged. "The doctor's brought the release papers in an hour ago. Everything's going great. Roberto went to get the car. You two can go. We've got it covered." My mother stared at me for a moment. Shit. She's going to…

Mama wacked me upside the head and said, "shame on you! Didn't you learn the last time? Marriage before children, not after. I like Stephanie. She's good for you. Don't ruin it because you can't keep it in your pants for more than a second and get her pregnant. Just like your father."

Good thing she couldn't see my back or my mother would book the church post haste. Not that I minded. When Stephanie clawed at my back, I knew I was pleasuring her just right.

Mama narrowed her eyes. "You're thinking about sex, aren't you? Your father used to get that look too. He had it every time he came home on leave and after we got married."

I rolled my eyes. I so did not want to hear about my parent's sex life.

Thankfully, my father was wheeled out to us. "He's all ready to go." The nurse said, her eyes dragging up and down my body. I rolled my eyes again. Usually, I'd make sure I thanked her personally, but since my blue-eyed, brunette beauty came into my life, no one else intrigued me like she did. I started to wheel my father away before she tried anything.

Roberto helped maneuver my father into the car and Papa muttered the whole way there."Special diet my ass. I don't eat soy." The way he said soy made me chuckle.

"Soy can be good sometimes, Papa. If it's done right."

"I'm not going to eat it. That doctor will kill me faster if I do. I have a good, strong Cuban heart, like your grandfather. I need red meat."

I didn't want to point out that my grandfather died at 58 of a heart attack.

Roberto and I looked at each other. He may pout now, but we knew that Mama will make him stick to it. Either by force of passive aggressive Catholic guilt. It's what got us to eat our vegetables growing up.

"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be making your mother more grandchildren?" He asked me.

I sighed. Being the only one of the children not married sometimes sucked. You were always set up, always pushed to get married and have kids. Now my parents push harder than ever.

Papa continued. "I got a good look at her. She has nice wide hips. She'll give you a son quickly."

I swear, you can feel a tumor grow. "We don't know if we're going to have kids."

My father sucked in a breath and made the sign of the cross. Roberto almost busted a vessel trying not to laugh.

My life doesn't do well to have close relationships and a baby is something I wasn't planning on doing again. However, if Stephanie wanted one, I'd make sure it was safe enough. Our lives were dangerous and they'd need all the protection money could buy and I was going to do everything in my power to make her the most loved, cherished and happy woman on the planet. If she wanted a baby, I'd father it for her. And now that I thought about it, seeing her body expanding as our child grew inside of her in my head left a small ache in my stomach.

Maybe…someday. If Stephanie wants it.

Roberto continued to tease me about Stephanie. Lester and his big mouth were dead when I got back to RangeMan.

I called Stephanie on my way back to Trenton.

"Yo." She said.

"I think that's my line."

"Hey Ranger." She replied around a bite of food.

"What are you up to?"

"Eating lunch with the girls. Then I have some skips I wanted to pick up."

"Need back-up?"

She thought about it for a moment. "I don't think so."

"Okay, call if you do. I'll be in the office if you need me."

"Will do. Over and out."

"Babe." And I disconnected.

Stephanie's POV

I rolled my eyes. Ranger would never learn to say goodbye, would he?

"So, white girl, you going to tell us what's going on with Batman?"

I looked at Connie and Lula. "Nothing."

"Hunh. I believe that about as much as I believe Connie doesn't have a mustache."

"Hey!" Connie said, looking annoyed.

"What? Sometimes you forget to wax."

She rolled her eyes and turned back to me. "Come on, we know something's going on. Even Ranger's smiling more. You know, as much as Ranger shows he's actually smiling."

"That's 'cause he's getting some." Lula muttered.

I blushed. Connie and Lula's mouths dropped.

"You and Batman are getting it on?" Lula shouted.

"Jeez, not so loud!" I looked at Vinnie's door.

"Don't worry," Connie said. "He's not here yet."

"Don't change the subject!" Lula said. "Details, girl."

"I don't want to kiss and tell."

"Shit girl, that's half the fun."

"Besides, I need all the help I can get. I have no sex life." Connie said.

They looked expectantly at me. I sighed.

"You each get three questions."

Lula decided to go first. "On a scale of one to ten, how good is he?"

Not even thinking about it, I blurted out,"four hundred and eighty two."

"Is he better than Morelli?" Connie asked.

"So much better. He blows Morelli out of the water."

"Does that include his man parts? He's large, right? That would totally blow my fantasy."

Large doesn't cover it. "He's very gifted down there." I looked at Connie. "One more."

"Wait, I got one more too!" Lula said.

"You just asked two!" Thank God for small loopholes. I was afraid she'd ask for a diagram.

"Hunh."

"Are you guys together?"

I stopped. We were having sex and dating, but we were actually together? "We're just having fun." I answered, hoping that would satisfy them.

"Uh oh."

"What 'uh oh'? Is that bad?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean?"

"I care about you white girl. I don't want to see you hurt. But he's Batman. Not exactly the husband-type."

I looked down at my hands. "I know that. I'm not going to change who he is and make him into the 'husband-type'." I paused. "I love him just the way he is."

"Damn girl, you got it bad."

Don't I know it.