Best Wishes
By:amkp
Chapter 25-Toys and Taunts
Disclaimer: Janet owns them, all of them! It's not fair!
Author's note: First off, I'm so sorry this chapter is a day late. I was away playing (a girls' weekend in Branson, MO) and was out of my 'comfort-zone' which equals=writer's block. Late last night, my muse and I had a real sit down talk about her behavior! The results are below, be warned, she copped an attitude!
This chapter's toy was inspired by a reviewer, foreverbabe (Rae). At first, I didn't think I'd ever use it, but as it often happens with the many ideas my reviewers give me (yes, I have a notebook and keep all of your ideas!), I rolled it around until I had a place for it. Rae's been great with her support and it helped a lot with this chapter. Thanks, Babe!
Some of the contents of this chapter were inspired while sitting around the pool, soaking up sun and drinking 'beverages', LOL! Danielle and Kathy bounced ideas around with me. I had a great weekend, ladies, thanks!
Cara, my sounding board, made a prediction regarding this chapter, which I hope comes true. We'll see, Babe, thanks!
To all the plot-players for last week's question, the scale was tipped in one direction, and the result of that is included in this chapter! My personal thanks to all of you. You inspire me: time4tea, BabeCakeLvr, ty93, PricklySare (I used your toy idea, too! LOL), Barb4psu, AmandaBabe, Dikent, CB60, SapphireJ, Liz03, Batman'sBombshell, girliegirl79, JenRar, clovereater, hapshapsut25alc, LeiaB, rangersluvin and Kathy. Thanks also to all the anonymous reviewers!
Last, but certainly not least, thanks to Super-Beta Jenny! She gave me my 500th review, woot! woot!, and she blew me away with the speed in which she returned this chapter. I sent it to her at 1:30am, slept for 4 hours and when I woke up it was in my inbox, beta'd and ready to go! Is she great or what? Love ya, Babe!
Now, finally, after a record setting longest author's note ever, then next chapter of Best Wishes! Enjoy!
RPOV
The victorious winners of the volleyball game all shared high-fives and made plans for the losers to buy them dinner that night. It was going to cost them big. I knew the restaurant they'd named as the place to meet at eight, and it wasn't cheap!
Susan wrapped a towel around her middle while she crossed over to us. Stephanie congratulated her when she reached our group.
"Thanks, Stephanie. They asked for it, and they got it! That ought to teach 'em about making some sexist comment about girls not knowing how to play tough."
Susan turned to Brown. "Surprised to see you down here," she said.
"Ranger and Stephanie moved to Miami a while back, so we're here visiting. What about you?" Brown asked.
"Medical lecture. My roommates from college live here, so I came down a couple of days early to have some time with them." Susan looked over her shoulder, then called out, "Hey! Danielle, Kathy!" She motioned the other ladies over to us.
Raphael walked up at the same time as Susan's friends, and introductions were quickly made. My brother wasted no time turning on the charm.
"How come I've never seen you ladies around town?" he asked as he slid his arm around Danielle.
She answered him with a smile. "We're pretty serious with our work and don't get out much."
They explained they worked in medical research for one of the large pharmaceutical companies. Brown's interest was immediately piqued as he began to ask question which type of research and how long they'd been working on their current project.
"Mr. Manoso, how's my work?" Susan asked as she stepped to my side to inspect the bandage.
"Fine. Brown's going to take the stitches out tomorrow."
As Susan spoke to Stephanie and me about Miami, Raphael was deep in conversation with her friends. When we finished our short conversation, my brother looked up and smiled, his arms draped around Danielle and Kathy. "Hola, Susan. I've invited your friends up to my house for drinks. Would you like to join us?"
Susan shot each of her friends a cool look, mumbled something that sounded like 'suckers' under her breath, and nodded her agreement.
We all made our way up the beach and onto Raphael's deck. He flipped on the outside sound system, the strong beat of the Latino music filling the air, and Santos stepped behind the bar to survey the inventory. Within twenty minutes, everyone had a drink in their hands and had found a position around the pool.
Stephanie was lying with her head in my lap. I was absently twisted a strand of hair around my index finger while looking around at the group.
Bobby and Kathy sat on a couch across from us, talking about her breast cancer research. She'd latched on to the one topic that was sure to keep RangeMan's medic captivated for hours, since his mother had died from the dreaded disease several years ago and his sister had recently been diagnosed.
Tank and Susan sat at the edge of the pool with their feet hanging in the water. My friend's massive build dwarfed the small woman's frame and blocked most of her sun, casting her in shadow.
Raphael, Santos, and Danielle were in the pool, wrestling and joking around. She was piggy-backed on Santos ' back, armed with a super-soaker water gun, blasting at Raphael while he attempted to take Santos ' feet out from under him. He finally succeeded, and they went under with Danielle screeching all the way. When she resurfaced, she attacked Raphael, launching herself at his chest, catching him off-balance, and pushing him under. She was a wildcat and held her own against the two men.
A dart game got started, and I decided to join in while Stephanie chose to sit it out. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then hurried over to make sure I got on the team against my brother. Danielle plopped into the lounger next to Stephanie shortly after the game began. We played several rounds before our team was declared the winners.
When I checked the time on my watch, I realized we needed to get home so we'd be ready for dinner and still have time to handle the item I'd chosen from the black box.
I crossed the deck to my fiancée, and was instantly weary when I noticed her head together with Danielle's. She was up to no good, I could feel it. I heard her whisper to Danielle, "Oh, this is so good! I can't wait to get one up on him!"
"Babe, haven't you learned your lesson? I always get payback," I whispered into her ear.
"Carlos!" she yelped in surprise. "I didn't see you walk up."
"Need to be more aware…"
Stephanie interrupted, "I know, I know." She rolled her eyes and shook her head, which caused Danielle to giggle.
"So, I'll set it up, no worries," Danielle promised with a big smile on her face.
I watched as they exchanged a look that only spelled one thing. Conspiracy. I held my hand out to Stephanie and pulled her to her feet. She settled her arms around my waist and lay her head on my shoulder.
"We should get home. I have some plans we need to take care of before we meet them at the restaurant."
"Okay, Batman. Umm, Danielle, I'll catch ya later."
"Sure, Steph. This is going to be fun!"
We walked over to the guys and told them we were leaving. Tank said he'd likely spend the night at our place tonight, but Brown and Santos planned to stay with Raphael.
Raphael mentioned to Brown that the yacht was available if he wanted some 'privacy'. Kathy gasped at the implied suggestion, and Brown shrugged his shoulders. Stephanie thumped my brother in the stomach, which saved me the trouble. I contemplated whether or not Raphael could have been adopted, or possibly switched at birth.
We decided to leave the Suburban for the guys, so Raphael tossed me the keys to his Porsche Spider. I'd looked recently at the new model, and was considering adding it to my collection. This was a good opportunity to test drive it. Raphael had assured me it was a sweet ride more than once; it was his favorite new car.
He teased Stephanie as we walked towards the garage. "Is it safe to let you ride in one of my babies? I've heard about your reputation with cars; my brother's in particular."
Stephanie faked a stumble, and threw herself towards one of Raphael's prized possessions. He moved at lightening speed to catch her before she could do any damage. Just as he reached her, she straightened up and said, "Psych!"
Raphael stopped short, placed his hands on his hips, and glared at her. He reached out to tug on her hair, and she jabbed her finger into his side.
"Children!" I barked, nearly rolling my eyes at the two of them.
Both of them gave each other a push before I separated them and guided Stephanie to the car. She moaned when she slid into the seat. Looks like the car already meets with her approval.
My brother cocked an eyebrow and called, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"That narrows the possibilities," I said as I crossed around to the driver's side.
Raphael opened the garage door, I revved the engine, which elicited a moan from Stephanie, and I eased the car out of its parking spot.
"Glad to see you're in such a playful mood, Babe," I commented, turning right and heading towards home.
"Really, why's that?"
I didn't say anything, only flashed my wolf grin.
"Should I be scared?" she asked cautiously.
Reaching out, I twined our fingers together and rested them on her leg. "Think of it as 'broadening your horizons'."
She checked my expression, then mumbled, "Oh yeah, I should be scared."
I released her hand and trailed my fingertip up her thigh. She held her breath in anticipation, but I stopped short of touching her where she wanted, as I needed to down-shift the car for a turn.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of our house. I killed the engine and jumped out of the car. I opened her door, offering my hand to help her out of the low-slung seat.
When we got into the house, she said she'd shower first. I let her go, and went into my office to check email and get reports from all the RangeMan locations. Even though I was 'technically' on vacation, I liked to keep up with what was going on. I took care of a small problem in the Boston office, then made my way upstairs.
After Edna's invasion of our bedroom, I'd moved the black box into our dressing room, on a high shelf out of plain sight. As I went to retrieve it from its hiding place, I noticed Stephanie already had her dress laid out on the bed. I chose a tie that complimented her dress, and grabbed my Armani suit. Then I retrieved the black box, and took everything into our bedroom.
I sat down on the couch in the sitting area, put the box on my lap, and opened it. I was digging through the box when Stephanie walked out of the bathroom wearing her short silk robe. Her eyes tracked to mine, and she audibly gulped when she saw what I was doing. Stephanie tentatively made her way over to me. She looked at the 'toys' I'd placed next to me while I searched for the one I wanted. She winced when she noticed the nipple clips.
"Those look like they'd hurt," she observed.
"Sometimes pain increases the power of an orgasm."
"Hmm. I'm not sure I could move past the pain to focus on the pleasure."
"Is that a challenge?" I gave her a look that conveyed I was more than capable of proving her wrong.
Stephanie shivered and dropped to the floor to sit in front of me. She picked up one of the bottles of lotion, checked the description, then set it back down. Next, she grabbed a finger-sized clit vibrator. I stopped to watch her as she looked at it with interest. She rubbed the soft rubber tip and flipped it on, making a sound low in her throat when it hummed to life. Her eyebrows shot up at the strength of the vibration.
"See something you like, Babe?"
Her beautiful face colored to an adorable shade of pink as she nodded her head.
"Let's keep that out."
"Is this your choice?" she asked, hope lacing her voice.
"No. I think it's yours," I laughed softly. "Here's mine." I tossed the package into her lap.
She picked up the item, read what it was, and looked at me with wide-eyes. "You can't be serious! I thought you'd pick something else."
"Like what?"
The color on her cheeks heightened. "I figured you'd pick…ah…umm…well, something for butt stuff."
"I've got plans for that at a later date."
"Of course, you'd have a plan!"
"Always, Babe." I put the box to the side and reached down to pull her up into my lap. "This will be fun," I promised as I opened the package. "No one will know but us, if that's what has you concerned."
"Are you sure about that? Have you used one of these things before?"
"No, I haven't."
She popped the egg-shaped vibrator out of the package, then unfolded the directions and handed them to me. "How exactly does this thing get into place?"
I cocked my eyebrow. "I'll be happy to handle the placement."
Slowly, I leaned into her, capturing her lips with mine. Our tongues caressed. I wanted her to relax and experiment with my black box toy choice before we needed to leave. I tilted our heads to deepen the kiss. She plowed her fingers into my hair, holding me in place, though I wasn't going anywhere.
My hands ran down her front, and when I reached the tie of her robe, I worked it loose. The material separated, and I brushed it off her shoulders. When we had to come up for air, my lips traveled down the column of her neck, while my right hand cupped her breast.
She twisted around so she was straddling my lap, her hands tugging my shirt up and off my body. Stephanie traced my nipples with the tip of her fingernail. I had to stop, because the feeling broke my concentration. My cock swelled to life from the touch of her fingers and from the heat of her pussy settled directly on top of me. Would I ever get enough of this woman?
I bit back the urge to claim her right that moment, but that wasn't in my plan. I wanted to wait until she was at her breaking point after being tormented during the course of dinner. I doubted we'd even be able to make it home from the restaurant, and I already had a place in mind to go to along the way if we couldn't. It was always good to have a plan, maybe two, when my sexy fiancée was involved.
As her hand reached down to stroke the length of my cock, I nearly aborted my plan. I was painfully hard already, and the next couple hours were going to be shear torture.
I rose to my feet with her legs wrapped around my waist and the toy trapped between our bodies. Crossing to the bed, I gently lay her down, and she spread her legs in invitation. Her pussy beckoned to me, and I answered the summons. With my index finger, I parted her folds, then licked a trail down from her clit to her wet entrance. My tongue dove into her, sucking and tasting her intoxicating essence.
Stephanie whimpered when one, then two, of my fingers plunged into her velvety softness. She was lost in an orgasmic ride as I reached for the egg-shaped vibrator and placed the device at her center. I rolled it around until it was completely coated in her juices, then with gentle pressure, I pushed it into her. Stephanie's body tensed up when she realized what I was doing.
"Relax, Babe, it'll make it easier."
Using both of my fingers, I guided it into place, settling it against her g-spot. I withdrew my fingers carefully, making sure I didn't disturb the placement of the vibrator or the loop I'd use later to remove it from her.
Stephanie had her bottom lip pinned between her teeth as she watched me reach for the remote control. I chose the lowest setting and pressed the button. Her eyes widened in surprise, then she gave a soft moan. I crawled up onto the bed and circled her clit with my finger as I increased the power of the vibration on the remote. Stephanie's back arched up, and her breast came close enough to my mouth that I could get my lips around the tight bud of her nipple.
Without looking, I pressed a different button on the remote, and she screeched out, "Oh my God!"
"You're going to have a lot of explaining to do if you do that during dinner, Babe."
SPOV
"Carlos, you aren't going to do this to me in public, are you?" I asked, my voice sounding as worried as I felt.
A wicked little grin creased his face and sealed my fate. "I didn't make you strip in front of anyone!" I defended.
(Okay, so I was pretty sure there were a lot of people reading my thoughts on FanFiction and had got just as turned on as I had during his stripping scene a few chapters back, but that wasn't relevant right now.)
"You should remember to negotiate those parameters in future deals, Babe."
Another orgasm arrived as the egg continued to vibrate. I fought for some control, but lost, and let out a long, satisfied moan. I needed to find a way to handle this quietly without embarrassing myself through dinner, or as he suggested, set some boundaries. Maybe it was time for another deal.
"All right, Batman, we've got to set some conditions about the use of that remote."
His sexy eyebrow traveled up. "Okay, I'm open to suggestions… for a price."
"I thought there wasn't a price."
"Babe."
Rolling my eyes, I laid out my terms. "You can only use it five times during dinner, and if I'm attracting too much attention to myself, you have to stop!"
"I can live with that. And?"
"I don't know, what do you want?"
Smart move, Stephanie! Hand him a blank check.
Carlos gave serious consideration to all of his endless choices. "The first two days of our honeymoon, you go topless."
"No way!" I shouted, then added, "You are aware there are laws against that, right? Jail doesn't sound like a great place to spend part of our honeymoon."
"Stephanie, I'm the only one that's going to see you. No one else will be around."
"And where exactly would that be?"
"Nice try, but I'm not telling you."
Well, it sounded like wherever we were going, it would be very private. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to wear any clothes the first couple days of our honeymoon anyway, especially since he'd set the thirty day hold on sex prior to the wedding. I planned to keep my new husband busy in the bedroom, making up for lost time!
"Okay, I'll go topless for two days," I conceded.
Carlos pressed a kiss to my lips, shut off the vibrator, and rose from the bed, pulling me up as he went. He lay the remote on top of his suit, then said he was going to grab a shower.
The thought of hiding the remote while he was out of the room was so tempting; I almost couldn't stop myself from doing it. But then I considered what his reaction would be to that, and decided it wasn't worth the risk. Plus, he was an expert tracker, and would probably just use his 'bat-radar' to locate the dang thing within minutes, no matter where I hid it. I planted the image of him stripping out of his uniform firmly in the front of my mind, and pulled my dress on, determined to survive this payback with my dignity intact.
We crossed paths between the bedroom and bathroom. He was naked, and I decided to be an opportunist. Hey, I learned from one of the best! While we exchanged a passionate, toe-curling kiss, I reached out and gripped his partially erect cock. It sprang to life. I dropped to my knees, and with firm hands on his thighs, walked him back against the wall.
When he bumped to a stop, I closed my mouth over as much of him as I could take in. His hands clenched into fists at his side. My eyes tracked up his body until they settled on his dark chocolate ones that were lined with arousal. I increased the pace and pressure of my mouth. Carlos buried his hands in my hair, guiding me in a tempo set for his pleasure. I gripped the base of his cock with one hand, and gently teased his balls with the other. I lost time as I greedily consumed him. Oral sex had never been as good as it was with Carlos. When his release came, I happily drank of it, swallowing quickly, not allowing a drop to be wasted.
He slid down the wall until we were face to face. "Babe, you never disappoint," he whispered before gently kissed my lips.
I had a big smile on my face as he rested his forehead against mine. "Hmm. I better get my make-up finished. We don't want to be late. Raphael won't let us hear the end of it if we are."
Carlos crossed to the bed for his suit, while I went into the bathroom. I was touching up my lipstick, when the vibrator kicked in, hard. I yelped and jerked, nearly shoving the tube up my nose. "Carlos!" I warned. "That wasn't funny!"
His laughter carried into the bathroom. "It says it works up to twenty-six feet!" he happily informed me.
Great! Just great! He now knew his 'kill-zone'. I was in big trouble! I had to grip the edge of the counter as the blasted thing hummed along in just the right spot. An orgasm was fast approaching, I could feel it, yeah, here it comes, then….nothing. It stopped! ARGH! I stomped my foot in frustration.
"You okay in there?"
"Fine, I'm fine," I gritted out through clenched teeth.
He was leaning casually against the door frame when I walked out of the bathroom. "You're really going to enjoy this, aren't you?"
"Don't worry, Babe," he said as he came towards me. "I'm thinking you're going to enjoy it, too."
We got out of the house and into the car without further incident, mainly because we were in danger of being late. Carlos pulled the car to the curb in front of the restaurant with one minute to spare. He flashed me a smile before the valet opened my door.
Almost everyone was seated at the large table when we walked up hand in hand.
Raphael casually looked at his Rolex watch and smiled. "Cutting it a little close, aren't you, bro?"
Carlos refused to be baited, which caused Raphael to laugh. I sat across the table from Carlos, next to Danielle. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Everything's ready."
Just as I was going to respond to her, the vibrator started to buzz to life. I twisted the napkin in my lap and bit the inside of my cheek. Danielle asked quietly if I was all right. I didn't trust my voice, so I nodded my head. When the vibrating stopped, I tapped one finger several times next to my plate. Carlos gave me the wolf grin. Danielle and Raphael looked at both of us with interest, then at each other. They shrugged their shoulders as we placed our drink orders.
We were between the salads and the main course when it went off again. I sucked in a breath and nearly dropped my water glass before I could safely place it back on the table. I noticed from my peripheral vision I'd caught Raphael's attention as I stared across the table at Carlos. An orgasm bubbled through me. I crossed my legs tightly, squirmed in my seat, and fought back the urge to moan. When it subsided, I tapped two fingers on the table.
Raphael's eyebrow went up. I'd strangle Carlos if his brother figured out what was going on.
The meal progressed, and I was doing pretty well. He only had one more time left. I'd survived without embarrassing myself so far! It had taken everything in me not to make quite a racket the last time he'd turned it on. He'd changed the motion and the strength of the vibration. I was concerned I wouldn't make it quietly through the final time and hoped that dessert arrived pretty soon. No one would question me too much if I groaned while eating it, since I'd already had a reputation for enjoying my dessert.
Carlos had ordered Raspberry Sorbet. A new, young waitress reached around to place it in front of him. When he looked up at her to say thanks, she stumbled and dumped the bowl into his lap. He bolted up in reflex.
Raphael's laughter rang out as he handed Carlos a napkin, then bent down to pick up the bowl to give it back to the waitress. The poor girl kept apologizing and trying to wipe at the wet spot on the front of Carlos' slacks. He batted her hand away, telling her he'd take care of it. I knew better, but I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing, which caused everyone else at the table to join in.
My laughing was brought up short by the vibrator. I sucked in a breath and wondered why he'd used his last time without being in front of me, since he'd turned to go to the bathroom as soon as the laughing had broken out.
I moaned several times during the final orgasm, but didn't worry, because the noise was drowned out by everyone's laughter.
When Carlos returned, I tapped five fingers on the table and smiled broadly. A look of confusion crossed his face. He leaned down and glanced around his seat, obviously looking for something.
Raphael chose that moment to go to the bathroom. He rose from his seat and crossed the room. Danielle and I followed after him a couple minutes later, using the excuse that girls always go to the bathroom in pairs. I reached for my cell phone camera when I heard Raphael's voice.
"What the fuck?"
"C'mon, baby, I've been watching you all night. You ever been with a real man?" a male voice purred out. "Ohh, you're such a big one, aren't you?" We saw the guy run his hands up Raphael's chest.
"Get your fucking hands off me, you pervert!" Raphael warned, pushing at the man's shoulders in an effort to shove him away.
I snapped the picture at just the right time to make it look like he was holding the guy instead of pushing. The friend of Danielle's had his head tilted to the side, as if he was getting ready to kiss Raphael's neck. Perfect!
Danielle and I bolted into the ladies room before we were noticed. We heard the thud as her friend hit the opposite wall. I winced, afraid the guy might be seriously hurt by Raphael, when I'd only meant to do this as a prank.
She assured me her friend practiced martial arts and could handle himself if things got too rough. But it sounded like Raphael had thrown him against the wall and stomped off, probably not wanting to make a scene in this upscale restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to Lester, Bobby, and Tank before I chickened out.
We were walking back to the table when the vibrator kicked in again. Wait a minute! Had Batman lost count? That was number six!
I leaned against the wall and fought for control. I really wanted to go back to the bathroom and take this thing out, but didn't have anywhere to put it, no way to explain it to Danielle, and probably couldn't get it out without Carlos' help anyway. I groaned, then reassured Danielle that I was okay as we made our way back to the table.
The guys that had received Raphael's picture smiled at me, and I knew they'd choose just the right moment to let the cat out of the bag.
Susan and Tank were sitting close to one another, Tank's arm draped casually across the back of her chair. They made a cute couple, and I wondered if anything would become of this weekend, or if they'd see each other again when they returned to Trenton.
Kathy and Bobby had come down to our end of the table after the losers from the volleyball game had settled the bill and left.
Lester nudged Raphael's arm a short time later. "Isn't that the girl from Illusions?"
Raphael looked carefully at the woman who was getting up from her chair a short distance away from us. She apparently was heading to the bathroom. Raphael stood and waited for her to approach our table. He stopped her directly behind my chair. I could make out most of their conversation as I shamelessly eavesdropped.
"Good evening, Isabella," he greeted warmly. "We meet again."
"Nice to see you, Raphael," she said quietly.
"You look even more beautiful than you did last night," he crooned, and I didn't even stop my eyeroll.
"Thank you. I should go. I don't want to keep my date waiting." Her voice had a nervous quiver to it.
"How well do you know that guy?"
"This is our first date. He's nice. I like him. He's been a perfect gentleman all evening."
"Well, don't plan on that being the case when he takes you home," Raphael advised.
"Excuse me?"
Uh oh, that didn't sound good!
"He's a major player. Likes to keep score." Raphael drew the last word out for emphasis.
Isabella's light laugh twinkled out. "Look who's talking!"
You go girl!
Raphael chose to ignore her taunt and asked, "Does your brother know you're out with that guy?"
"I don't have to ask my brother's permission to go out on a date, Raphael. I'm twenty-eight and make my own decisions."
"Well, in this case, you made a poor one. If you plan on keeping your status, you won't go home with him. Call a cab, or better yet, let me take you home."
"You're a piece of work! I can only imagine where you picked up that little bit of information. First off, let me assure you my status is none of your concern. Secondly, I didn't maintain said status by being careless. I have an MBA from Harvard, and I might be a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. As for calling my date a player, have you checked the mirror lately? How many girls did you have in your bed last night?"
There was a long pause. I forced myself to stay facing forward and not whip my head around to watch this woman grill my future brother-in-law.
"Yeah, that's right, I know all about your little party. They were all bragging it up this afternoon while they practiced their routines."
Raphael blew out a frustrated breath. "Isabella, I'm trying to help you."
"By dragging me to your bed instead of his?"
"Do you think I'm not capable of taking a woman out without sleeping with her?"
"Not from what I've heard," she said, and silently I had to agree with her, Carlos' brother or no.
"How about this? You let me take you home tonight. I'll drop you safely at your door. Then Saturday, I'll take you on a date and prove you wrong. I won't even try to steal a goodnight kiss!"
"Why would you do that, and why should I agree?"
"Because I like you, and I know that guy's trouble. I've heard stories about him. If you'd have told your brother the guy's name, he'd have warned you, too."
"Let me go to the bathroom. I'll give you my answer when I come back."
I heard Isabella walk away. Some twenty minutes passed and she didn't return. Raphael asked me to go to the ladies room to check on her. I found the bathroom empty, not a trace of the woman anywhere. Her date was still sitting at the table waiting for her when I returned to my seat.
"She wasn't there," I told Raphael.
He pulled out his cell phone and placed a call. We got up from the table and began walking to the door, while Raphael continued to talk on his phone. From the part of the conversation I was hearing, it appeared to be Isabella's brother he'd called.
After a long pause, he said, "Okay, well, as long as she got home. Yeah, thanks."
"She turned you down, didn't she?" I teased. "Guess you're losing your touch with the ladies, Raphael."
Raphael stopped and slowly looked me up, then down, obviously checking out the merchandise. Carlos tightened his hold around my waist and whispered in a deadly calm voice, "Mine."
"Stephanie, I'm so good, I can get you without even touching you," he boasted.
"Raphael!" Carlos warned.
"Oh, yeah?" I taunted back, feeling pretty confident of my abilities to fight him off, considering how well I handled myself through dinner, not letting anyone know what had be going on.
He nodded his head and the vibrator shot to life. I gripped Carlos' arm tightly as my overly sensitized g-spot responded instantly to the stimulation. Raphael dangled the remote from his fingertips. What? How did he get that?
Carlos roared, "You bastard!" as he lunged at his brother.
TBC
Author's end note: Oh boy, life's about to get very interesting! Stay tuned. Please leave a review. You can help out a handsome Cuban man with the situation he's just found himself in. Maybe, he'll reward you with a kiss! ;)
For all my readers in the U.S., have a safe Memorial Day Weekend!