You Did What?

Chapter 12

Disclaimer: Nope they still aren't mine. *snaps fingers* Darn it.

A/N: Okay, sooo … I know that you all are bound to be dying to know … I passed all my classes! Yay Me! So I am officially on break, Thank the Lord.

Jenrar is the greatest. They don't call her the smut queen for nothing. The smokin hot smut wouldn't be in here if not for her. She gets a byline for the smut this chapter. It's her brain child and if you want more smoking hot smut, you should go read her awesome stories. Thanks also go to Angie for being there.


Steph's POV

Carlos shook his head. "I have no idea what he's thinking. After what happened at the station, you would think he'd learned his lesson."

Blind fury coursed through my body, and I started to make my way towards the door. Carlos wrapped me in his arms. "Babe, you can't go downstairs dressed that way. It would give Joe ideas."

I looked down to see that all I was wearing was my brand new Bombshell lingerie from Victoria's Secret, and blushed.

Carlos nipped the sensitive spot on my neck before whispering in my ear, "Personally, I prefer you in less."

His hands undid my bra, and I gasped. "What are you doing? We can't do this now!" I clutched my bra to my chest and tried to back away from my husband.

"Oh yes, we can," he growled. "I should have been doing this hours ago, and that prick downstairs kept me from you. Waiting on us is the least he can do."

Every time he took a step towards me, I took a step back. Every step I took pulled a growl from my man. I knew the predator was out to play, and I was his prey.

What a way to go.

I turned and ran for the bedroom, dropping my bra along the way. I hadn't made it five steps before mocha arms grabbed me and spun me around. He closed the bedroom door forcefully behind us, pinning me to it with his arms on either side of my head.

My eyes roamed down his now naked body, amazed at how quickly he'd shed his own clothes.

With another quick movement, his leg slid between mine, pressing me down against his hard thigh

Carlos leaned in, his kiss soft and tentative at first, until my hands moved up to tangle in his hair. I gave a sharp tug, silently begging for more. "Dios, Babe," he murmured against my lips, before claiming them once again in a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced, sliding against one another for a moment, before I jerked away, breathing heavily. "More, Carlos," I pleaded, forcing myself harder against his leg.

My panties weren't much of a barrier, but they were in the way, nonetheless. Carlos reached down with one hand, and with a quick flick of his wrist, they went sailing across the room. My skin stung in a most delicious way from the snap of the fabric.

I needed nothing more at that moment than to touch him as intimately as I could. I kept one hand tangled in his hair, and trailed the other slowly down his chest, raking my nails across his nipples, until I reached my goal.

He was hot and hard, and almost visibly throbbing. When I wrapped my fingers around him, Carlos groaned. "Fuck!" he hissed.

I began stroking him from base to tip, giving a twist partway to the top, pulling moans and growls from deep in his chest. I could feel the precum leaking from the head of his cock, and it was getting easier and easier to slide along his length as it added slickness to my stroking.

When I couldn't stand waiting any longer, I squeezed him once and leaned forward. "Fuck me, Carlos," I whispered, before nipping his earlobe.

Ranger's POV

My whole body shook when Stephanie bit my ear. I was already on edge, knowing the cop was downstairs, and her handjob nearly put me over the top.

"With pleasure, Babe," I told her, my voice even huskier than normal.

I slid my arms under hers, curling them around her back so my hands were gripping her shoulders. With my forearms, I lifted her until I felt her legs come up and wrap around my waist. The hand on my dick helped guide me until just the tip was inside her, then she let go and moved her hand back to the hair at the nape of my neck.

We both gave a loud moan as I slowly, inch by inch, lowered her until I was fully inside her. I moved my legs further apart, helping open her to me and balancing some of her weight on my thighs.

I began stroking in and out of her, wanting to prolong both our pleasures, but my Babe was having none of that. She gave another yank to my hair and hissed, "Harder, Carlos! Fuck me, dammit!"

Her command brought out the Alpha in me. The need to claim her, to make her mine, was suddenly my only priority. My muscles ached as I lifted her and slammed her back down on my dick repeatedly, until we were both hovering just over the edge of an orgasm.

Stephanie was whimpering and shaking, my name whispered over and over from her lips as she forced herself down on me even harder. Seeing her pleasure nearly sent me to my knees.

I moved one hand between our bodies to where we were joined, then leaned in until my mouth was at her ear. "You are mine, Babe. Come now, Stephanie," I growled, needing to feel her orgasming around my cock.

As soon as I told her to come, I flicked my thumb over her clit several times. She immediately stiffened, a keen erupting from her as she came.

When she clenched around me, I slammed into her one last time and held her tightly against me as my own orgasm exploded from me. It started as a tingle in my balls, and worked its way through my dick until my whole body felt alive and on fire.

I kissed her one more time before sliding her gently to her feet. We quickly redressed and made our way down to the first floor.

When the elevator doors opened, I could hear Joe yelling. "Where the hell are they? I've been down here waiting for them for nearly an hour."

We walked towards Joe, and I couldn't help the grin on my face. My wife was glowing, and I knew that one look at her would tell him exactly what we'd been up to while he waited.

He looked at Stephanie and turned three shades of red. I counted to myself, one, two, three.

"What in the hell is wrong with you, Stephanie? I can't believe you are fucking him while my baby is growing inside of you. You will get a divorce, you hear me? We will be married and raise our baby together." Joe stepped towards us.

I pulled Stephanie partially behind my body and snarled, "If there is a baby growing inside her, IT'S MINE!"

"Get the fuck away from her, Manoso. If she wants to be married, she should be married to me, not you." Joe took a swing at me, which I dodged easily.

"You've used your free pass tonight, I'm warning you now. Swing at me again, and you will regret it."

All sense of reason had left Joe's brain, and he threw another punch. I let him land it so the monitors would show that he'd struck first, then I threw a right hook that landed on Joe's chin. He staggered backwards a few steps and went out like a light.

Bobby came rushing down out of the stairwell, smirking, "You know, I really thought that after all these years, this showdown would have lasted longer than this."

I shrugged. "I never should have let it go on this long. I should have shut him down years ago."

Bobby walked over, checked Joe's vitals, then placed an ammonia pellet under his nose.

Joe jerked awake instantly. "What the fuck happened?" He looked around until saw us standing there. He paled when he realized I'd just handed him his ass on a platter. "Cupcake, are you sure you're not pregnant?"

Stephanie laughed. "You really believe what the 'Burg's saying? How can you think it's even possible I'm pregnant by you? Use your brain, Joe. We haven't been together in months. If I was pregnant with your baby, I'd be showing already, dumbass." She lifted her shirt and showed off her childless stomach. "Just be honest, Joe. You didn't come here because of the rumor, you came looking for a fight, and well … you got it."

I wrapped my arms around my beautiful woman as she spoke to Joe. "I love Carlos. Please understand that. We're happy, and we have every intention of staying that way for the rest of our lives. I will not be divorcing him, and until you can come to terms with that concept, you will no longer be in my life. Goodbye, Joe."

We walked towards the elevator, which the control room had held on the floor, waiting for us. As the doors shut, I turned Steph towards me and wiped the tears from her eyes. I knew making him understand wouldn't be easy for her. Still, I felt damn lucky she'd chosen me.

We spent the rest of the night talking about how we planned to deal with the 'Burg. Steph was pissed at her friends, and wanted to confront them tomorrow, as well as to deal with her family. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

I woke early the next morning, and kissed my sleeping bride, before pulling my workout clothes on. I walked into the living room and was surprised to see Tank sitting on the couch waiting for me. I stopped and raised my eyebrow in question.

"We've got problems."

I pulled the door to the bedroom closed and walked towards the couch. He threw the paper at me, and I opened it. The headline read, The Bombshell Bounty Hunter Marries RangeMan CEO in Drunken Vegas Weekend. I scanned further down the article and saw, "Before the ceremony took place, it is rumored that a drunken Stephanie Plum also procured marriage licenses for a Mr. Brown and a Mr. Santos."

"Fuck!" I muttered, as a sleepy Stephanie walked out of the bedroom in one of my t-shirts.

TBC …

A/N: So what do you think? What is Steph going to say when she finds out?

I forgot to say sneak peeks will go to those who review.