Somewhere in an A/U. Characters belong to Janet Evanovich; I'm just playing, not making any money on this project (sadly).

Babe story; HEA; smut alert and graphic language ahead, so be warned.

Chapter 37

Carlos' POV

By the time Steph and I climbed out of the shower some time later, we'd exhausted the hot water and used up two more condoms--and I was sporting an ear to ear grin. My Babe has some very serious oral skills, and she'd been demonstrating them for me while I tried to keep from howling like a wolf at the moon. I hadn't altogether succeeded in keeping silent; methinks the person in the hotel room next door had to have been out to dinner, or else we'd have had pounding on the wall and/or a very nasty phone call to complain about the noise we were making. Not that I would have cared, mind you. But poor Steph would have probably been mortified!

We were drying off slowly when I caught her eye and decided to show her that my oral skills were the match for her own. But first I had something else I wanted to demonstrate!

"Over here, Babe," I said softly, finishing drying her then tossing the towel carelessly to the floor. "I want you to see something really beautiful."

She came into my arms, and smiled, "Beautiful, all right! It's downright criminal for a man to be so gorgeous, Carlos. Those lashes of yours--"

I turned her around so that she was leaning against my chest and facing the bathroom mirror. "I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about you, Steph. Look right there."

Her expressive face showed her puzzlement for a minute, until I lifted her arms and arranged them up and over my neck. Then I ran my hands lightly over her curvy body, causing her to shiver in delight.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice was breathy with excitement.

"Watch and find out," I grinned. "But I guarantee you're going to enjoy it."

"That I have no doubt about--but I want to know what you're up to, Superman."

"Just showing you what I see when you're in my arms and letting yourself go completely." My hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently, feeling her rosy nipples harden like pebbles under my fingers. "Now just relax, Babe. Give yourself totally over to the pleasure and watch how gorgeous you are when you're really enjoying yourself. Like this." I nibbled on her neck, dropping tender kisses down its length as my fingers teased her rosy buds until she let out a loud moan and her mouth opened in surprise.

"Omigod! Omigod! Carlos, you're making me crazy!"

I laughed huskily, and then devoted myself to kissing her ear as my hands moved relentlessly down her body, feeling her tummy shiver as I slid my hands over it and landed between her inner thighs. "Now what do you think I should do next?" I teased, my hands feathering circles and coming ever closer to her hot center. "Do you think I should…maybe….just touch right here?" My fingers skimmed over her pussy lips and she bucked back with a long moan, her tight hot ass rubbing against my ever-hardening cock.

Her eyes widened as she felt how rock hard I was. "Carlos!"

"Not yet, sweetheart," I soothed her, "We're not going to rush things this time. No. This time we're going to take things very slowly. First, we're going to do this…." My fingers brushed against her slit, and I enjoyed the wail of pleasure she made as my touch got her ready for more. "I think we need to try something special, don't you?"

"What?" She was barely able to concentrate on my words, and I felt her squirming so that my hands would touch her exactly where she wanted them to.

"You're cheating, Babe," I laughed softly, "You're trying to speed things up. No fair."

"Yes, fair," she pouted, wiggling her ass so that I too let out a soft moan. "I need this."

"This?" My fingers glided over her clit and she let out a happy moan. "Or this?" I slid one finger inside her, and she cried out happily. "Which feels better?"

"Both," she demanded, "I want both. More."

"More what?" I pressed, teasing her, loving the sparkle in her beautiful Caribbean blue eyes. "More pressure? Like this?" I took her clit between my finger and my thumb and began to knead it as she bucked in my arms. "Or maybe you meant more fingers? Like this?" Without warning, I pushed three fingers deep inside her pussy and began to move them in and out as her eyes widened and she moved with me. "Which more is it?"

"Omigod! That feels so good! Oh God!"

"What feels good, Babe?" I grinned, pretending not to know. "You like this?" My fingers kept up their pistoning inside her. My other hand brushed her breast and I began again to pinch and tug at her hard nipple. "MMMMMMM. Maybe I need to work a little harder on my technique?" I wondered, teasingly. "You haven't come yet. That worries me, Babe. Maybe I'm losing my touch? Or maybe you've had enough sex for the night?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Steph groaned as I pulled my fingers out of her and pretended to doubt the wisdom of proceeding further.

"No, Babe?" I teased, allowing my fingers to slip once again inside of her heat. "You haven't had enough yet?"

"Don't stop, Carlos," she whispered, placing her hands on mine and pressing them tighter inside of her. "You're deliberately going slow and torturing me."

"I'm torturing you, Babe?" I grinned, loving her pouting. "I thought you liked it like that? Slow and steady. Just the right amount of pressure, but not too much--so that you just ache the right amount, but don't explode too quickly."

"I want to explode quickly," she sulked, her hands locked on mine as she rode my fingers. "I don't want slow and steady. I want it all!!!!"

"Like this, you mean?" I used both hands on her then, letting the fingers of one hand fuck her deeply and quickly as the fingers on my other hand locked onto her clit and squeezed it, causing her legs to weaken as she orgasmed with a loud scream of joy. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Babe. Right now! See how gorgeous you are! Your eyes are sparkling, your skin is all flushed and rosy and just glowing----"

Sighing, she leaned against me, giving herself over to the pleasure as I took her over the top yet again. Her low deep moans had my cock hard, but this wasn't about me. Not this time. No, I had phase 2 in mind next!

I swept her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom, where I lay her down on the bed and spread her long legs so that they draped over my shoulders as I buried my head between them. It was time to demonstrate my own oral skills….

Moments later, Steph's hands ran through my hair and she wailed in appreciation as I devoted myself to sucking her wet hot pussy expertly. There is nothing--nothing on earth--that I love more than pleasuring my woman, and I was determined to make it last. Steph was making happy little noises now that let me know that she was more than pleased with phase 2, and my tongue flicked inside her as I tasted her sweet juices.

We took things very slowly then, as my Babe orgasmed time and again in non-stop rounds of enjoyment. By the time I finished with her, she was a mindless, boneless mass of luscious sweet succulent flesh. And she wasn't exactly sure of her own first name anymore--or so she maintained.

"I can't think. And I can't move," she insisted, as I finally slid out from between her limbs and reached quickly for the box of condoms. "You've totally fucked my brains out."

I gave her a wolf grin, dressing myself in a condom as I ran my eyes over the length of her spectacular body, "Not yet I haven't. But the night is still young, Babe."

She sighed happily as I slid into her, holding her hands over her head and beginning to pound into her as we both took what we needed from each other.

Stephanie is the most sensual woman I've ever met, and the most vocal when she is being fucked. I swear to God, I could come from just the sounds my woman makes! But this time I was hearing little high-pitched whimpers and long moans that took things to a whole new level: she was a very well-satisfied woman by this time! And that boded well for me: Stephanie, when she is satisfied sexually, is a very giving partner, and by this time she was determined to make me just as happy as I'd made her.

All of which is my way of explaining how I ended up lying on my back, staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling and unable to move even a millimeter as I listened to my racing heartbeat and just flat out grinned like a love-sick fool.

We were a fine pair, for sure. Steph lay next to me, panting heavily, her skin covered with a soft sheen of perspiration that matched my own. "Now you really did fuck my brains out, Superman! I can't move. Not an inch."

"Me either, Babe." Not that I was complaining, mind you.

"I swear, Carlos, it gets better each time."

I just grinned. It did indeed.

"Did you say something?"

"Uh uh." Carlos Manoso, master of understatement.

"You want to use the bathroom first?"

"Uh uh. Can't."

"Can't?"

"Can't move."

"Me either. I was hoping you'd go first."

"Gimme a bit."

"MMMMMMMMMM."

"You really know how to make a woman happy."

"MMMMMMMMMM."

"Tongue broken?"

I just grinned. I had put it to big-time use, after all.

"We could maybe talk for a bit and rest up?"

I yawned. "As long as I don't have to move----"

"Works for me."

"What do you want to talk about, Babe?"

"Actually---"

I rolled over on my side, getting a second wind, "You can talk to me about anything, Babe, you know that, don't you? What is it?"

"Ummmm…."

"Anything, Babe."

"I'm hungry."

No kidding! We'd torn through more calories than most athletes I could imagine. And she hadn't eaten much but cake, after all. "You want room service, Steph?"

"Ummmm…."

"No room service?"

"McDonald's?"

I groaned.

"Please? Pretty please?"

I considered solemnly. "What are you offering to make it worth my while?"

"I'll pay?" Her voice was hesitant.

"Hell no," I said firmly, "I'll pay. But you need to make it worth my while if I have to move."

"Another blow job? How about that for an incentive? That work for you?"

I grinned. "That works just fine, Babe."

Steph stretched out, wiggling her toes and stifling a yawn herself. "I just have this urge for a Quarter Pounder with cheese, and fries and a chocolate shake. In fact, super size the fries…."

I groaned, "Don't tell me about it, I'm going to have to look at you eating all those empty calories. That's bad enough."

"You having a salad, I assume?"

"Naturally."

"That's no fun. No dressing, right?"

"You gotta dress, Steph, if you're going out for Mickey D's…."

"Ha ha ha. Funny guy. You don't think they'd room service the McDonald's, huh?"

"Nope. Gotta get out of bed and go get it."

"Damn."

"You could always have your 29 candy bars instead. And bounce off the walls all night."

"I don't have 29 candy bars, you smart ass."

"How many then?"

"8. Only 8."

"That I take it is dessert?"

"That's my emergency stash, Superman. In case I can't get food from room service in the wee early hours of the morning, like this morning."

"Oh, excuse me. There is a method to your madness."

"I should've grabbed some cake to go. Stella wouldn't have minded. God, that was good cake. Absolutely scrumptious!"

I kept my opinion to myself as Steph waxed poetic about the wedding cake, and especially about the groom's cake. My Babe was definitely a cake lover, no doubt about that! How she managed to keep her amazing figure with those terrible eating habits of hers was a real mystery to me!

Sighing, I pushed myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get myself dressed. When I emerged, I was amused to see Steph hadn't moved so much as a muscle. "Sleeping Beauty? You plan on climbing out of bed anytime soon?"

"If I have to," she murmured, "Of course you could be a real first class hero and offer to go get me my McDonald's while I catch up on my sleep??"

"That'll mean butt stuff, though," I warned her, laughing like hell at the look of horror on her very expressive face. "I'm teasing, Babe."

"You sure about that?"

"You want me to go get you your McDonald's, you're going to have to loan me your car. I don't have a rental."

She sat up, giving me a mouth-watering display of her breasts. "You'd really go, Carlos? I mean, because I asked you'd go to McDonald's for me? Honestly?"

"Sure, Babe." I tossed her purse at her, "Why not? Give me the keys, and I'll pick up whatever you want." Actually, it fit my plans perfectly: I'd learned Stephanie's legal name, and that meant I needed to contact Mateo and get that Will changed fast! Stephanie found her keys and tossed them to me, "Light blue Chevy Nova. 1997. RA3-4324, parked in space 407, take a left at the front door. You can't miss it, it's a real piece of shit."

"Babe," I groaned, "You couldn't happen to have a hot car instead of a POS?"

She grinned, "It runs, Superman. What else do you want? Here--here's the registration, in case you need it."

"I won't, but I'll take it just in case."

"I suppose you're just as skilled a driver as you are at everything else you do?"

"Yep," I agreed, winking, "Now remember, you promised me 2 blow jobs in return for my services."

"One."

"Two."

"You drive a hard bargain, Superman."

I nodded, "To have to go out and get McDonald's is bad enough; to have to do it in a POS car is beyond the pale. Two blow jobs is my minimum. You're getting off easy. If you weren't so sensitive, I'd have held firm with the butt stuff. But since I'm a good guy---"

"You are, at that. I promise, I'll make them both extra long and extra enjoyable," she promised. "Just feed me and I'll have the energy to do a great job for you. How about that?"

"Quarter Pounder with cheese. Super size fries and a chocolate shake."

"And an apple pie."

"Naturally. Anything else?"

"A kiss?"

I leaned down and gave her a long deep kiss that had both of us breathing heavy by the time it was done. "Don't fall too deeply asleep or I won't be able to get back in. I sure as hell don't want to have to eat your food because I can't get back in here to pawn it off on you---"

She pushed the key card into my hand, "Take this, then. I'm going to stay right here and get some sleep because this sex-crazed guy keeps jumping my bones…and I gotta get some sleep before he totally exhausts me."

"Rrreally?"

"Really."

"I could stop if you want me to."

"No you can't," she giggled, "You're just as horny as I am."

"Even more."

"Not possible."

"Says you."

"Where's my food?"

"I'm going, I'm going."

And I was. But first, I stopped at my room and changed my clothes so that I could drop my suit off to be pressed for tomorrow. I had only packed one suit--and upscale Rosa's was not a place that was meant for casual dress. While in my room, I called Mateo at his home and told him about the change I needed to the Will. As expected, it was no big deal: all Mat needed to do was print one new page out on his printer and substitute it for the original page that had mentioned Stephanie Mazur. The page where my father and brother had signed as witnesses remained unchanged, thankfully. But what the hell was I going to do when I had to admit to them tomorrow that I had gotten her last name wrong? There had to be a way around it!

On that note, I climbed into Steph's piece of shit car and motored off to McDonald's, which according to the desk clerk was only minutes away. By the time I'd gotten there, I'd worked out my little dilemma as expertly as a military maneuver.