WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra

Stephanie Plum

Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)

Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.

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AN: Yes Spanish is still English in Italics. I cannot speak it, nor write it, so I won't torture you with any attempts.
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AN3: To those reviewers who feel that I've made Morelli 'cartoonish' because I have him use pejorative 'terms that no one still uses,' let me say, Honey I'm black…people still use them. They use them under their breath, or when they think there aren't any black people around; they even use them about our President. It is 'cartoonish' to believe otherwise. I'm glad you don't but please believe me when I tell you that I've heard those words way more times than I would ever have thought in 2012.

Now onto the show, or fic as the case may be.

CHAPTER 21
Ranger Point of View

We awoke Stephanie several times that night filling her with our love, with our passion, with our seed. I couldn't figure out exactly what it was about her that was throwing me off. There was just something different about her. There was something significantly more intense about the way she felt cumming around me as I'd filled her that first time earlier. For a moment I was taken aback by the fact that I actually thought about having cum inside her. After the first few weeks of our relationship that freedom had receded into the back our most of our minds. We tended to concentrate more on the love and passion of our fucking. To have the lack of latex creep back into the forefront of my mind made me wonder why. Those were the thoughts that were swimming through the miasma of my mind as I fell asleep surrounded by my Babe and the men who were closer to me than anyone else other than her. As I slept I dreamed.

My dreams were filled with even more pleasure; it grew so great and so intense that it pulled me from sleep. I awoke to my Babe slowly riding my cock as her tits bounced. Tank was sitting against the headboard next to me, his hands slowly stroking his cock. "Our Little Girl saw how hard your dreams had you, and she decided to see if she could bring you as much pleasure as whatever you were dreaming of."

I slid my hands up to tease Stephanie's hard nipples. I rolled them between my fingers, allowing my fingers to bite into her sensitive nubs. "I dreamt of…" I bit back my confession. There was much I wanted to share with them, but something still held me back.

Babe looked down at me her eyes filled with love and passion. "It's okay, Ranger. You can tell us all anything at all." She said as she rose and lowered herself again. "We want to know what made you that hard."

"I was dreaming of being right where I am. Buried deep inside you." I arched up into her and growled as I felt her start to clench and cum. "That's it Babe. Cum hard." I looked around for Cal or Hector. "One of you get behind her and lick her sexy asshole until she loses her fucking mind." I ordered in Spanish as I thrust up into the hottest, tightest pussy it had ever been my pleasure to know.

Hector managed to get into place without her realizing it, her beautiful blue eyes had drifted shut as her pleasure over took her, but when Hector's agile tongue went to work on her ass, they shot open as she screamed out in renewed orgasm. I thrust up into her, ratcheting her pleasure, and my own, up even higher. My hands found the tips of her tits, teasing and tweaking them until she screamed. I gentled her for a long moment, allowing her to come down from her crest.

Stephanie kissed me allowing me to feel her love and passion another way, before she twisted her torso to take the head of Tank's huge cock into her beautiful mouth. It is truly sick how much I love watching my woman…our woman struggle to fit more and more of Tank's big ass cock into her tiny little mouth. He nudged me his eyes locked on the sight as well. "I don't know if it looks better or feels better. But fuck if it don't feel good." He groaned. His orgasm over came him and he flood Babe's mouth. She pulled back choking as her own desire exploded and she tried to scream and swallow at the same time. I felt my own release over take me and I joined them in the sea of bliss. As we came back to awareness, I pressed kisses to her skin wherever I could reach. She'd collapsed onto my chest as her climax left her limp and soft. I felt my softening dick slip out of her warmth, only to shiver in illicit pleasure as I felt another hard cock slide against my own as one of my brothers entered our woman.

"Fuck Little Bomber Girl…you're so fucking hot." I heard Hector whimper. He leaned down and kissed her back and shoulder as he slowly brought her more and more decedent pleasure. As he was thrusting and retreating he was also rocking her clit against me. The sensations were amazing and though I was too sated to fully rise to the occasion, I reveled in the pleasure.

"Her pussy pulses like liquid fire." I murmured just loud enough for Hector to hear me. His eyes locked on mine and we could only smile a bit at the truth of the statement. Yet my own mind quickly had me reliving the strange sensation of the night before where fluid flame had roared through me as I'd poured myself into her.

Seeming to read my mind, Tank's gaze locked with mine. "You felt it to. Last night, it was like a fire storm in your blood when you came." He murmured.

I nodded. "Babe felt it to. She showed it in every line of her face as she came last night. I have never seen her so far gone into her orgasms…not even her 'doomsdays'." He and I exchanged a smile, as we thought back to all the times Steph had told us she needed a new category. It would seem that the seven of us were making 'doomsday orgasms' a regular occurrence.

"Cum again Little Bomber Girl, I love watching you lose your head more than I ever thought possible." Hector commanded. Babe may not have understood his words, but she got his tone well enough and I moaned as her thighs tightened on my hips and my reawakening erection was bathed in the liquid heat of our earlier coupling as it boiled back out of her around Hector's thrusting dick. He recited the catechism in the original Latin to avoid being pulled with her into that abyss. He pulled out, turned her so that her back was resting on my chest, the firm, sexy globes of her ass surrounding my cock, as he thrust into her fiercely. "I need…I need…" he started panting.

Lester either understood what he was asking for, or he'd reached his limit on patience. Because he moved quickly across the large expanse of mattress and lifted both of them off my chest. Before my Babe's back hit the mattress Lester was sheathing his condom clad dick in Hector's greedy ass. The pounding Lester gave Hector flowed seamlessly into the fucking Hector gave our woman. Her screams and cries of pleasure had all of us hard…even those of us who had just enjoyed the pleasure only she can bring. The seven of us spent the rest of the morning enjoying the sights and sounds and the pleasure and passion of our woman. Only allowing her a reprieve from our hunger when the growls of her 'beast' grew louder than our roars of completion.

Stephanie Point of View

I think I spent my entire weekend on my back…or knees, or side...oh or that one time where I was upside down with my hands braced against the floor. God was that a good time. Anyway, suffice it to say that I had a most enjoyable weekend. I even had a completely new experience. Bobby and Lester decided sometime Saturday afternoon that it was time for me to lose even my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I knew it was coming; I was a little surprised that it hadn't happened sooner. They began by drawing me a bubble bath and they had a wonderful surprise for me, the seven of them had gotten me an entire set of Bulgari Mon Jasmine Noir…it smelled amazing. The slightly floral scent didn't stop Bobby and Lester from joining me in the large sunken tub.

"Why do you have to have the water hot enough to make soup, Beautiful?" Lester asked petulantly as he sank into the deep bubbles.

Bobby reached across the tub, and smacked Lester on the back of the head. "Hot water kills germs and bacteria. If the water isn't hot, then a bath is just a broth of dirt and germs and yuck." He shivered in disgust at the thought.

"That's why you take showers." Lester retorted. "All that shit just gets washed away." He grabbed my loofa and gave it a strange look before lathering it up with some of my new shower gel. He pulled one of my legs out of the water, and started to wash it. When Hal washes me, I feel very sensual and womanly. Lester was kind of reminding me of how my mother washed me during that summer when my cast prevented me from bathing myself.

I turned to Bobby, and pointedly said "Lester is never allowed to be in charge of giving any kid a bath. I think I'm down two layers of skin."

"Oh shit, sorry Beautiful. That's how my Abuela used to wash me when I was little." He said apologetically.

"Probably because she was washing layers of dirt off your filthy ass." Bobby taunted as he snatched the loofa away from Mr. Heavy Hands. Bobby slowly stroked the loofa gently over my legs, going higher and higher on each stroke. He repeated the action on my arms, and dragged it almost teasingly over my breasts and nipples. "Our woman may be a naughty little thing, but she isn't filthy. Her skin is so soft and silky smooth, we don't want to do anything to mar it." He lectured to an unrepentant Lester. While Bobby took care of getting me clean, Lester stood and gathered the supplies they would need to do their do. Maybe I whimpered as I watched the water run down his sexy body and over his amazing ass. Maybe I moaned when he turned around and I saw his dick looking hard and ready for me. Either way, Bobby chuckled. "Our naughty woman is getting all hot and bothered by your dick, Lester. Bring it over here, let her see it up close."

"Shit she can see it, feel it…hell she'd gonna taste that mutherfucker." He whispered darkly. He sent a shiver down my spine, a shiver of pure want and need. He stalked closer, moving fluidly through the water. My mouth was open and waiting as he slid his dick inside. I moaned around him, reveling in the feel and taste of him. I sucked and stroked, twisting my hand on the upstroke and my head on the downstroke just the way Les preferred it. I was eventually rewarded with his cum splashing against my cheeks. I swallowed quickly, a little disappointed in the small amount. The disappointment disappeared with a smirk as I remembered why his balls were almost dry.

Bobby turned my head to his and kissed me deeply, fiercely. I wanted so much for him to lean me back against the tub wall and sink into me, even if I was a little sore. But Bobby had other plans. His strong hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me out of the water, settling my on the wall and spreading my legs wide. He worked with a surgeon's precision. Lester slathered me with subtly jasmine scented shaving cream that felt sinfully good. Bobby welded a straight razor as I sat there and wondered for a moment why I hadn't run screaming from the room when he'd opened that crazy ass razor. I wasn't even holding my breath tightly and trying not to squirm. I was as relaxed as I had been in tub when he was washing my body so gently. I think I may have dozed off or zoned out because before I knew it he was gently turning me onto my belly. Lester held my bottom cheeks apart so that Bobby could work his magic there as well.

When they finished, Bobby lathered a wash cloth and cleaned my, way too sensitive for a loofa, areas. They stood and helped me fully from the tub only to lead me over to the shower. The multi-head nirvana of a shower. Unfortunately all Bobby would let me do is rinse. After our resident medical professional had ensured that I was hair, and soap free, he allowed me to return to the other room where Hal was waiting with a bottle of the matching body lotion. By the time he finished rubbing the thick cream into my skin, I felt loved, and cherished and ready to jump them all like it had been weeks since my last donut. So I did. Damn it was a great weekend. I never did experience the fire shower in my orgasm again though.

I shook off those thoughts; both positive and curious as I grabbed my box of donuts and the drink carrier of coffees, and made my way into the bonds office…there was girl talk to be had.

Lula Point of View

Connie and I were getting antsy waiting on my Skinny Ass White Girl. She was the one who said Friday that we'd meet up here to have our post big dates girl talk, not her ass is running late. Granted she may still be chained to that big ass bed she told us about. So strictly speaking it probably wasn't her fault. Then again…it never is. I chuckled to myself. Thankfully before Connie could ask me why I was laughing like a hyena when we hadn't said anything since she lost the rock paper scissors game we played to see who got to tell all about their date, Stephanie finally rolled in glowing like she was the fricking sun.

"Well, well, well…look what the cat dragged in." I teased. "Hell girl, I'm surprised to see you walking."

"Oh I can walk." Stephanie shot back. "Just not far." She laughed and handed over the donuts. "Hell, I even forked out the big bucks for Starbucks. I think the last time I got a full night's sleep was Thursday. But mine can wait, because I'm not giving you the details you wanna hear anyway. Now dish bitches."

Me and Connie laughed our asses off, and did another sweep for Vinnie's bugs before I started to tell what had happened on my 'first date' with Ram. "First of all that big ass blondie bear is the mutherfucking shit. He picked me up in his F150 crew cab, and that bitch was bright, granny smith apple green. It was the shit. He had to help me up into it and you know I was trying to be lady like…that shit didn't last but a minute. Ya feel me. His hands are so fucking big, it only took one to boost my voluptuous self into the truck. We had dinner at John Henry Seafood over on Mifflin. Girl, why didn't you tell a sister that there was a seafood restaurant that damn good in the 'Burg. Damn, I bout lost my fool mind the food was so good. And did you know that Ram is from Na'O'leans, that big fine mutherfucker told me all about growing up down south. He don't even care that I used to be a ho. He said that as long as the only back sliding I do is if we decide to do some roleplayin', my past is just that the past." I told them easily keeping to myself Ram's secrets. They weren't mine to tell. "But he didn't try any funny business, just gave one hell of a kiss at the end of the date when he walked me to my door. He wants to show me that I'm important enough to him to wait. I told him that I had tried all that ladylike dating shit and ended up finding out that the dude was hung like a gnat. So he let me feel for myself. Not only was that mutherfucker hung like a damn horse…but he was fully hard just from kissing me. I might not have felt all dainty and shit…but if I have ever felt that sexy in my life, I don't fucking remember."

Stephanie gave me a huge smile. One of the best things about Stephanie Plum is that she is truly happy when her friends are happy. "I'm glad, cause if he had tried to be ungentlemanly, Tank would be forced to break him in half and you know how much paperwork that causes." She teased.

Connie laughed. "Ram's a southern boy; you know they know how to treat women right. That's exactly why I can't do it. I mean what about when you just want it rough…how do you get beyond that 'treat her like a lady' mentality."

Skinny Ass White Girl and I exchanged long, laughing looks. Before we finally pulled it together to ask her how her date had gone. The blush that covered her face was so damn red I wanted to yell Kool-aid. "Oooh it must be something good." Stephanie pointed out. "I didn't know an FBI could blush like that."

"What the ever lovin' hell do the feds have to do with Connie?" I asked confused.

Both of the white girls gave me their 'Burg eye rolls. But it was Stephanie who answered me. "Full Blooded Italians…I'm only half from my dad's side, but Connie is a hundred percent Italian."

"Yup. Four generations in America on one side, two on the other." Connie told me proudly. I couldn't relate; I knew my family had probably been here for four hundred years, but black folk just didn't look at shit like that the same way white people do. Instead I drew her back to the subject at hand. Telling us all about her date with Ranger's damn near as fine lawyer brother. "Guilermo took me to a Japanese place. He said that we could try something new together. So we went to Kenji Fusion. From the outside it looked like a whole in the wall. But when you went inside it was almost like a little Manhattan restaurant. We were at a very intimate little table and we talked. Neither of us are looking for anything serious. At least we weren't until we went back to his place and all I can say is Steph, if sexual prowess is genetic, then how the hell can you handle anybody other than just Ranger. One night with Gui and I'm ready to put a ring on it my damn self."

I busted out laughing. "Is he that good, or that big?" I asked nosily.

Stephanie laughed. "If he's anything like his brother and his cousin…both."

"Hell yes." Connie laughed fanning herself. "He has the stamina of a grown man and the regenerative powers of a teenager. He'd commanding in a way I've never experienced before."

"Probably because you family really is FAMILY." Stephanie pointed out. "You can't be all domineering with someone whose dad can make you sleep with the fishes…unless you've got some power in your own right."

"Hells yeah he got power…there isn't a Don on the eastern seaboard that wants to go toe to toe with Rangeman…it would take a lot more than some naughty fun time gone awry to make that shit happen." I laughed.

"Yeah, well, all I know is that we're seeing each other again this weekend. And I couldn't be happier." Connie laughed. "Now Plum…you need to share at least a little something." She added ominously.

Stephanie blushed fit to beat the band. In the end she all did was ask a question. "Is it normal to have an orgasm so strong that it feels like the pleasure set your blood on fire in your veins…but in a completely good…great even…kind of way?"

"Damn." Connie and I breathed together. "That happened to you?" I squawked.

She held up two fingers. "Twice." She answered honestly.

"Hell I don't know if I want it to be that damn good. Where do you go after some shit like that?" I murmured.

She shrugged. "It's like having a doomsday…you want it, and you like it when it happens, but you still appreciate the just 'Oh my God' ones too." Stephanie smirked in a way I just wasn't used to seeing from her. "Especially when you get so damn many of the 'Oh my God' ones all in a row."

"Uh huh. I just bet. Tankie was always good for at least four and its hard as hell to make me lose my mind…so I figure that he's probably hitting the double digits with your ass over teakettle ass…if the same goes for the rest of your guys…even if you only let two or three in a night…that's still twenty to thirty quality orgasms a night. You know if I didn't love your skinny white ass so much…I would be forced to hate you." I teased.

"Lula." Steph said shocked. "You know you can't say stuff like that to me. Using the L word like that. Can't we just go shopping or something?"

Connie decided to cut us off before we could really get going with the picking shit. "You know Ginger DelMico?"

"Yeah, she graduated with Val right. Her husband is in the plumber's 151 with Lenny." Stephanie returned leaving me alone to focus on some more interesting gossip.

"You know how she was going around bragging about how she was pregnant with twins?" Connie continued. "Well apparently you aren't the only 'Burg girl with the fever…cause those beautiful twin girls were born Saturday night and they are definitely bi-racial. Apparently her mailman's been delivering a little more than bills and magazines. Best of all Rocky had already filled out the paperwork and signed the birth certificates. Isn't that just poetic justice considering that Dominic Regelli is raising the child Rocky gave Pamela Mochanio in high school?"

We gossiped like that for a little while before Stephanie and I had to make it to Rangeman for the morning meeting. It's funny…three years ago, I was selling my body just to put food into my mouth…then I met Stephanie Plum and my whole world change. Change ain't ever easy, but I know for me it was damn sure worth it.

I'm sorry for the continued sporadic nature of my updates. I do not consider any of my stories abandoned...so just keep checking in with me and poking me from time to time. I work on which ever fic you guys seem to want to see updated the most. I still say it would be Frickin' Awesome to break into the 500 club.

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Illy