I am borrowing Janet's characters for a while. I will put them back when I am done. I do not profit from any of these stories.
Chapter 10
I awoke and noticed it was pitch black outside. I flipped on the lamp sitting on the side table and shrieked. Laying next to me was Lester, grinning like a damned fool. "Suprise Beautiful!"
"What the hell? Warn a girl, Lester!" I punched him in the arm hard.
Wincing as he rubbed his arm, "Damn, Beautiful! You hit like a man." He grinned again, "Were you suprised?"
"Uh. YEAH! Duh! I thought we were picking you up in Billings tonight."
"Beautiful, it's..." He looked at his watch. "Almost 2300. You fell asleep and Ram didn't want to wake you. He and Junior cam and picked me up."
"Oh." I huigged him close and snuggled into his warm chest. "I'm glad you're here. I missed you."
"Missed you too. Guess you brought along a stalker, huh?" He chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, I didn't mean to." I frowned, knitting my brows together.
"Don't worry Beautiful. I'll keep you safe. Ranger appointed me your personal bodyguard for life." He smiled and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. "Ram wanted me to come wake you up for a quick teleconference in 5."
"Ranger I suppose." I huffed out, "Is he mad at me yet?" I asked tugging on a pair of jeans, I had lost my modesty when it came to Lester. Two years ago he rescued me from a raving lunatic when Ranger was in the wind. I had been completely naked until he wrapped me with his t-shirt, after that being modest in front of him never bothered me again. Although sometimes I think it bugs him.
"Naw. He's taking it in stride. Let's boogie, they're waiting on us." We walked downstairs and into the den. The familiar face with sexy chocolate eyes on the tv screen flashed an almost smile.
"Carlos."
"Babe. Just can't leave them at home can you?" He teased for a moment before it faded and his blank face slammed down. "Ram, Report." He barked. Evan filled him in on the happenings of the entire day, including the new info from Deputy Smoltz regarding the flowers. They were not bought from a local store, they were either homegrown or brought in from another place. No finger prints or other evidence left at the scene. Ranger frowned and looked pissed. "Nothing else was found?" He sounded pissed.
"No, Sir." Evan replied flatly. "We checked, but no one has surveilance camera on the block. So there's no video."
"Fuck!" Ranger swore, well beyond pissed now. I could see the little vein above his left eyebrow begin to pulse.
"Carlos. Please calm down. Your vein is popping again." I warned, his hand went directly to the spot on his forehead I was watching. He shook his head and looked directly into the camera, "Babe." He didn't sound thrilled with my observation.
"Well, relax. Evan and Lester have it under control. If it gets worse we'll call you and you can send out the cavalry. Okay?"
He pursed his lips into a thin line, before he caved. "Alright Babe." He softened and looked around the room, "They know?" He asked simply.
I smiled and nodded, "Yeah. They know. Momma figured it out the moment she saw me." I smiled at her as she smiled back.
"How's Peanut doing?" He asked confidently.
I patted my belly and replied, "Peanut is just fine. We are fine. My BP hasn't gone through the roof, despite the happenings around here. Be sure to tell Bobby, I am fine."
We ended the conference call with Ranger telling us he'd be at the airfield in Billings on Friday. We'd have to pick him up in two days, and I was a little relieved he decided to come early. I knew I had asked him not to, but was pleased all the same. Evan looked relieved as well, "Angel. You're not mad are you?"
"No." It was all I could say without letting on that I was a little apprehensive about our coming nuptuals.
Pop and Momma left us in peace, while Junior and Lester had disappeared a few minutes ago. Evan drew me into his lap, his hands sliding to the base of my neck, massaging it lightly. I closed my eyes and leaned against his chest, lost in his touch. "Angel. I think it's time you collect on your promise." A shiver made its way up my spine, my nipples puckered at the thought of his lips on my breasts and a slow warmth spread over my body starting at my chest, working outward. He gathered me into his arms and carried me up the stairs to our room.
He nudged the door open with his knee, stepped through, careful not to bump my head on the door frame, and closed the door with the sole of his booted foot. I nestled into his chest further, soaking in the smell of his skin. Heady with his scent, I moaned, knowing what was in store for us both. He gently laid me on the edge of the bed and removed his boots and socks. My eyes swept the expanse of his braod chest after he pulled his shirt over his head. A sharp intake of breath was all it took for Evan to give me his warm lopsided grin. "Angel," he barely breathed.
Tugging off my shirt and jeans provided him enough time to drop his jeans to the floor, allowing me to see him standing there at the foot of the bed in nothing but his cute cotton boxers. I giggled, "So, now you wear boxers?" He waggled his eyebrows and slowly crawled up the bed to hover over me. He caressed my face with his hand, running it from my forehead down my cheek to my chin.
"Angel. I still can't believe you're mine." He huskily whispered. He bend his head grazing his lips across my jaw to my neck just below my ear, making me shudder with need. Using his lips, teeth and tongue he licked nibbled and nipped down to my collar bone. I felt like I was going to melt, the touch of his mouth on my skin was electric. I propped myself up onto my elbows, allowing myself closer contact with his body. Evan traced his finger along said collar bone and I moaned, head back, eyes closed savoring the feel of his hand. His lips followed and soon trailed kisses up my neck, over my chin and to my waiting mouth. I hungrily devoured his mouth, my tongue slipped out to taste his swollen lips, and sighed at the wonderous sweetness. He lowered his body onto mine, allowing his weight to pin me to the bed. Nipping at his lower lip started to unravel his control, he captured my wrists and pinned them tightly above me on the bed.
I wriggled, grinding my hip into his already rock hard erection and received a frustrated groan from deep within him, in response. As he nibbled my earlobe, the feelings of warmth had grown into a full fledged inferno, my body burned to be one with him. I panted and whimpered in frustration. "Baby, Please. I need you, NOW!" I breathed into his ear. Using only one hand, he held my wrists, as he lowered the other to unhook the clasp on the front of my bra. In one deft movement he flicked it open as I felt the cool air rush over my now exposed nipples. A sharp intake of my breath indicated to him I was thuroughly aroused, and waiting for him to take me over the edge. "Evan. Please!"
My panties were completely ruined, soaked with my juices. He lowered his hand and slipped one finger under the waistband, snapping it slightly. He chuckled as he kissed me senseless. I felt the outside world fade away, leaving only us in our own little world. I focused on his dark green eyes, watching as they swept over my face to my breasts. He lowered his head to take a puckered nipple into his warm mouth. I whimpered, enjoying the feel of his tongue running in circles around and over the tight bud. He switched to the other side giving it equal attention. When his mouth reutned to mine, I had lost all of my control. I deepened the kiss, drawing him into me, begging more from his body. He shuddered as he ripped my thong off of me and slipped his boxers off. I lay back watching his huge shaft spring forth from his boxers.
He wrapped his arms around me, teased my lips with his, tongues dueling, breaths ragged. He rolled us over, with me straddling him, I shifted my weight, drawing myself across his swollen and throbbing shaft. His eyes closed and he hissed as the sensation rocked him. I raised myself slightly as he was distracted, positioned my wet center over him, and sank down, impaling him deep within me. I threw my head back, as the first waves rolled over me. He tensed with the feeling of my contractions gripping him tight. He placed his huge hands on my hips and guided me up and down as I rode him. The feeling of my g-spot repeatedly being rubbed combined with his gentle tweaking of my nipples sent another wave crashing over me. I screamed and leaned back, my body shaking. I could feel him lose control completely, his hands gripped tightly and his hips rocked, bouncing me up and down. I recovered quickly enough to take the lead once again and slowed down our pace.
I rocked my hip forwards with each up stroke and backward with each downstroke. He breathing came heavy and hard, his face contorted with extreme pleasure, and I reached a hand back to grip his balls. It didn't take long for his sack to begin to contract as his upwards thrust became frantic and crazed. I tightened my inner muscle walls, gripping him as I approached the mother of all orgasms. In our wild frenzy, I exploded and rode a wave of pleasure that stole my breath, nearly knocked me unconscious, and made Evan sink deeper into me. He shuddered, gasped "I love you! OH GOD I LOVE YOU!" groaned and gave a final last thrust as his release came. Feeling him pusling and pumping inside me perpetuated my orgasm, my muscle walls contracted repeatedly, milking him of his seed. His crushing embrace held me fast, as he shuddered with each pulse of his massive shaft deep within me. His lips blitzed mine, as our tongues playfully caressed each other, sending me into orbit.
No recolection of us moving together to lay on the bed has ever ben found in my memories. We cuddled together on the bed, spooning, enjoying each other's bodies when we both fell into a deep sleep. We lay sated from our lovemaking all night, happy with the knowledge we were soon to become one.
Waking up to the sound of birds chirping and the low murmurings downstairs was a wonderful feeling. Evan still had his arm slung over my waist, deep in sleep. I carefully extricated myself from him and headed to the bathroom to take care of my morning rituals. Towel drying my hair as I walked out of the bathroom, I found Evan still asleep, so I dressed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I noticed the clock over the oven read 0603, and I chastised myself for sleeping in so late. Momma spied me peeking into a basket of fresh made muffins, "Morning Darlin'."
"Morning." Snatching myself an apple cinnamon, I accepted a cup of orange juice from Junior and sat next to him as he poured over a stack of papers. "What 'cha doing?" I asked, feeling nosey.
"Weather reports for the next week. Storm is coming in Friday night, so we gotta get the last of the haying done before then."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, hoping I could help in some way around the ranch.
"You ever driven a tractor before?" He couldn't help but chuckle at my reaction.
I grinned wide, "I used to help a friend with his lawnmower business when I was a kid. He had a riding lawnmower, only let me try it once. I ran over 's flowerbed." I scrunched my face up remembering the lecture I received from my mother over that little mishap.
"Well, no flowerbeds to hit here. You could help by running the tractor and the rake."
"I've run a D8 dozer and a skidder before." I stated proudly. "It should be easier than that right?" Pop stopped shoveling in his breakfast at my question.
"A dozer? Skidder? You work for a loggin outfit?" He snorted unable to believe I had.
"Yeah, I helped out a friend, her dad owned a loggin outfit in Northern California. I helped out for a week before I had to get back to college." I turned the juice glass in my hands as I spoke, not looking up.
"Well, wonders never cease!" Momma giggled. "You can run the tractor today after Evan shows you the ropes."
"That means Evan can run the baler, I know he just loves that job!" Junior teased, as he watched a sleepy Evan stumble into the kitchen.
"I can run what?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Morning Baby. The baler. Storm is coming, have to finish the haying." He looked at me like I had turned purple with spots.
"Since when do you know how to hay?" He teased. "You sure you're up to it? I don't want you to get too tired."
"I don't, not yet, anyway. You're going to teach me how to run the tractor, and I promise I won't get too tired out."
"Better make your breakfast fast, we have a lot of ground to cover today." Pop ordered, picking up his coffee cup, he winked at me and walked out the back door.
"Darlin' you best braid you hair and wrap it up in a bandana. Keeps the dust and hay out. I have an extra one you can use." She turned on her heels and ran to her room, returning to the kitchen. As she braided my hair, she asked Evan who was shoving his fourth muffin into his mouth, "Evan, dear. Are you planning on working on your project tomorrow?" With my back to her I couldn't see her face as she winked and smiled.
He stopped for a moment lowering the last piece of muffin in his hand, "I hope so. I'd like to get the frist part done before we leave on our honeymoon." He shoved the last piece of the muffin into his piehole and drained the last of his coffee. "I don't know how much I can get done. But with Lester here and Ranger coming tomorrow, it should go quicker."
I looked around the kitchen, "Where is Lester? I almost forgot he was here." I frowned, thinking of how absentminded I was becoming lately.
Momma jerked her thumb towards the barn, "He's been holed up out there for the last hour and a half. Been doing his martial arts stuff."
I glanced out the window to see Lester traipsing back to the house in his ghe. He opened the door to find us all staring at him, "What did I do now?" He asked sheepishly.
"Morning Kung Fu Master!" I teased.
He bowed and shot back, "I always wanted to be Bruce Lee when I was growing up." He gave me a pretend karate chop on my shoulder as he passed to grab a cup of coffee. "Never panned out though."
"Naw. You would have sucked at it," I giggled, "now I can see GI Joe." He swatted the back of my head gently, and made to punch Evan in the shoulder. Evan blocked Les's fist and snatched the coffee mug out of his hand.
"Yeah, your reflexes suck. You are definately not Bruce Lee." He chuckled after taking a huge swig of Les's coffee.
"Eww. You can have it Ram, I'll have juice." He made a face and grabbed a glass of orange juice. "So what's on the agenda today?" He asked as he plopped down into a chair next to me opposite of Evan.
"Well, I need to help with the haying. But sometime around 1500 I have to call the priest about the ceremony." I answered, removing his glass of OJ from his hand, takinga swig and giving it back to him. He acted as if nothing had happened and took a drink himself.
"Lester. You wigged out when I drank your coffeee, but you didn't when Angel drank your OJ. What gives, man?" Evan teased, holding his hands out.
Lester chuckled, "Cuz you're a guy. And that's just nasty. Beautiful is a woman, and come on... it's Steph! She'd never give me cooties on purpose." He chuckled and bumped my shoulder with mine.
I smiled and batted my lashes at Lester, "Don't you remember the time you caught Strep throat from me after you downed my soda, on the stakeout at Worziski's Rugs."
He tilted his head, remembering how miserable he had been, "I remember we were so sick, but you still came over and made me chicken soup." He smiled at the memory.
"It was Ella's soup," I corrected him, "All I did was crumble the crackers in it for you."
"But they were good crackers." He teased me, giving me his trademark grin.
"Well, enough of this chatting. Let's get to work!" Momma ordered. "Lester, hurry up and get a bite to eat, Honey. We're putting you to work too."
Lester jumped to his feet grabbed a handful of muffins and made a mad dash for the stairs, "I'll meet you outside in 5!" He called over his shoulder as he bounded up the stairs two at a time.
A/N: Please R&R