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Okay, Anton vs. Ranger is in the next chapter, turns out I haven't just been sick this past week; I've got the 9 month flu...yeah. Explains why I've been feeling like absolute crap for almost two weeks! Yow! O_o I'm hella sick everyday so writing has been very slow, stay patient with me peeps I'm trying to get this done! :)

Thank you to everyone who reads reviews and enjoys this story, I hope you continue to enjoy it! This is also an M bit before we get really serious again! I figured that R/S needed a bit more down time before the shit hits the fan and things go crazy once more! (plus it's just so much fun to write!)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I woke sometime much later that night to Ranger's enveloping heat against my back, his arms wound tight around me. I lay still for a few disoriented moments blinking into the darkness uncertain if I'm truly awake and this is real, or if I'm only dreaming. After a few sleep muddled moments I start to remember the previous day and I'm left wondering what exactly woke me from sleep.

The bedside clock is glowing 1:31 am, we've been asleep for several hours. I laid still for a while just listening to the sounds of the suite, but everything is quiet until Ranger's sleep slurred voice mumbles something against the back of my neck.

I start to twist and his arms tighten around my waist I feel him move behind me, shifting his hips in his sleep so there's no space between us, he mumbles again. It's my name. When he moves against me again his erection is hard and full begging for attention. I feel it throb and twitch against the smooth skin of my lower back trapped between us. Heat rushes through my veins in response and my insides flutter with an answering heat as a throbbing ache starts in my belly following another rush of spiraling desire to touch him again though it's only been a few hours since we both fell asleep.

I wiggle farther back against him, wondering how much it will take to wake him up—and questioning whether he's really asleep. Ranger rolls his hips against me when I rub my ass against his length. His lips begin moving over my shoulder, hot open mouthed kisses raising my temperature, driving me to burn making me gasp and shiver grinding against his length drawing a heavy groan of "Babe," from him. Guess that answers my question.

I squirm against him squeezing my thighs trying to find the friction I need to appease the ache until Ranger pushes one heavily muscled leg between mine, drawing his knee higher to part my thighs. He shifts against me still torturing the sensitive skin of my neck after shifting my hair to one side with a brush of his hand. His fingers trail down my abdomen drawing lazy circles with his hand. The heavy weight of him against my skin so close to where I need him to be, he's driving me half-mad. Denying me the delicious friction I know he can provide like no one else can. I need him inside me. His fingers, his tongue, his cock—anything; before I scream.

My belly flutters and twitches every time he moves against me; closer and closer but denying me still. Need burns up my spine, ignites my nerves and hums through my veins until my toes curl in anticipation and my fingers tingle clenching to tight fists in the sheets still gathered at my waist.

I twist my head to press my face to the pillow breath coming in frantic pants that sound like a chant of his name and a begging please when his hand drops down my abdomen finally to press just above junction of my legs where I burn. I'm tingling and spasming every thought, every nerve in my body focused on two roughly calloused fingertips and the most perfect friction and pressure he's creating.

Ranger draws his thigh higher parting me further to his exploration and he shifts closer drawing lazy circles against my belly with one hand while he tests the growing wetness between my legs with his other.

"Dios babe, always so wet for me..." His voice is a throaty sleep roughened whisper that slides down my spine and sends more heat flooding to my belly.

I jerk against his hand as one finger parts me and then cursing gasp tilting my hips into his touch body begging, shaking for more when he adds another. He rubs his erection against my ass rolling his hips against me as he circles me entrance once more with teasing digits. I buck and curse as his hand slips farther back tracing the length of me slipping over my wet skin as easy as silk on silk. He groans approval against my neck gasping my name and gods when his fingers encounter the throbbing wet invitation of my body clenching and tightening desperately around him as he tests me again.

I'm begging, pleading and I don't care if that's embarrassing, I need him. I need him now and he's not cooperating! I jerk twisting against him, cursing when his arm tightens. His forearm locking around my waist in an iron grip holding me against him, helpless. I groan in frustration, then curse and hiss moaning his name feeling his fingers slide deeper; curling against my walls hitting the perfect spot while I shudder and clench tight against his invasion so close to release its staggering.

His breath is hot against my skin, ragged open mouthed pants while he fights his own body for control, face pressed tight to my shoulder blade at my back cursing feeling my muscles lock around his fingers asking for more friction; pulling him deeper under my skin. His cock leaps against my back in response making me tremble from head to toe. I reach behind me with a free hand; seeking his length so I can torture him the same way he's torturing me. I close my fingers around him as much as I can and Ranger grunts harshly against my neck before nipping at me.

His breathing grows even more harsh—his arm tightens around my waist thigh shifting me, parting my legs. His arm grips my thigh just above my knee and pulls my leg up towards his chest. I feel my spine arch towards him, biting my lip. This position reminds me of porn and feels very naughty. I would never have done something like this with Joe, I don't think even after three years I trusted him like this. With my body open, and Ranger against my back where I can't see him I have to fight a nervous rush of lust feeling extraordinarily exposed. I feel heat crawl up my neck and bloom across my cheeks even in the darkness, my heart flutters in my chest apprehensively yet I can't pull away, don't want too…the sensation of being displayed to Ranger like this is so intimate, so private it makes me feel even hotter, clenches intoxicatingly in my womb, pleasure flutters under my superheated skin sending warm tingles to dance and spiral out through my limbs all the way to my toes.

I gasp turning my face down to the pillow feel his thick head slide against me from behind. I groan feeling him mummer a mixture of languages against my neck as he coats himself with the desire spilling from me and gathered at my folds, glazing the top of my thighs so he glides against me like silk. When he's as slick as my sex and we're both shaking with need he rubs against me with his full length once more driving me crazy with friction before shifting to hold my raised leg with his elbow and ordering me in the huskiest voice I've ever heard him use to take a hold of him. I bend forward wrapping my fingers around him between my own legs and pumping my palm over him spreading my heat along his skin with a tight fist while Ranger curses and his pelvis leaps forward thrusting roughly into my hand as he growls against my neck.

My body responds with another wave of trembles in anticipation of feeling him inside me again. I don't think I've ever been this wet; this ready and desperate with need, my whole body aches I'm so ready for him, desperate to feel him slide inside of me, taking me over the edge. His continued absence; the emptiness inside me is damn near painful it's so intense.

I shift again so I can press his throbbing head slick with lust to the right spot and Ranger grunts against the back of my neck his fingers tightening and Omigod! My whole body reacts to his first thrust as he buries himself deep inside my spasming heat with a burning pleasure so sharp and tight the first orgasm hits me like a sledge hammer.

My spine arches and my fingers lock white knuckled in the hopelessly twisted sheets. My hips rock farther back in a blind rhythm against his body desperate to driving him deeper, my walls locking impossibly tight around his cock in a velvet fist of perfect heat and friction driving us both toward madness.

I'm trying to ground myself with the fire burning through my core—the hard throbbing pressure of him stretching my walls, it's all friction and heat and pleasure; white hot, and colored lights and my body screaming more, more, more even as almost unbearable pleasure ripples out from my core explode behind my eyes and along every nerve with each surge of his hips pounding his body into mine.

I groan his name writhing; thrashing helplessly lost in the sensations searing through me with each almost brutal upwards twist of his hips. I release the sheets with one hand grasping one of his where he's holding me captive; I lace my fingers through his encouraging him to squeeze even tighter where his arm is wrapped tightly around my waist holding me to him. Everything about his touch at this moment feels wickedly sinful, right on the edge of losing control and so hot; I need more.

His tight grip pulls my body back into each welcome invasion of his hard length, claiming me with each drive of his hips into my waiting liquid heat. I shudder, thrash again barely able to whimper his name digging my fingers into his wrist locking him to me when I feel the threat of spiraling away growing very near as another orgasm builds in my belly riding the barely receded aftershocks of my first.

Ranger's voice is a desperate growl against my ear making me shiver. "Too much babe?" He slows for a moment, gentling his touch and I groan shoving my hips back against him in desperation, shaking my head; eyes clenched tight frantic to feel more.

"More, Carlos, god…harder." I barely recognize the croaking plea as my own voice, the vixen that's taken up residence under my skin making me gasp and rock back almost violently against him feeling something primal building in my chest so intense it almost frightens me even while I beg him to fuck me.

He likes that, curses telling me he's going to do just that, and that I'm going to beg him for it in such a rough growl that has me shuddering and nodding desperately, reaching back to tangle my fingers in his thick silky hair pleading in a voice I don't recognize and then his arm is around my waist once more bruising tight; yanking me back roughly; pinning me flush to his chest, heated skin to skin. His hand slips over my breast, nimble talented fingers teasing over my already pebbled nipples with slightly rough twists. His touch sending more heat crashing through me, zipping down my spine straight to the firestorm tightening around him in my abdomen.

I'm gasping and moaning and begging him to make it faster, harder… because I can feel it, so close I can almost taste it, Ranger driving into me so deep I can practically feel him all the way in my throat and God it's not enough, it's too much I'm going to shatter into a million pieces with pleasure so intense it almost hurts.

Ranger twists his hips and drops his hand to flick my clit roughly and I scream as I convulse around his next thrust. There's nothing but white noise in my ears and pleasure slamming through me with each damn near violent twist of his hips. Ranger's ragged breathing against my neck now punctuated by a wild animalistic snarl that ends with his body plunging so deep it's like he's trying to touch the bottom of my heart with each plunge of his hips. If he were any deeper, I think we might fuse together and never come apart. His teeth find their way to the hollow of sensitive skin where shoulder meets neck and his tongue circles over my pulse almost sending me shattering all over again and then he bites hard enough to leave a mark and flicks his fingers roughly over me again and this time when I come it's with a keening sob that has me damn near blacking out it's so intense.

My consciousness flies apart in the darkness; my walls locking and clenching over him seizing around his still thrusting cock even as I skirt the edge of darkness. Ranger groans, curses, his forehead pressed to my shoulder feeling me tightening and seizing around him; the waves of my release pulling a low possessive growl of my name from his lips. And then Ranger shouts wordlessly in pleasure against the back of my neck and I shudder hard feeling molten heat spurt inside me as he fills me with a few more rough sporadic jerks of his hips.

I buck and twist whimper his name trying to remember how to breathe around the onslaught of sensation pulling me down; shattering me in a million directions, a billion nerves and sparks focused on driving me out of my mind scattering my thoughts to the wind and then there's darkness.

When I find myself again I'm facing him, wrapped in Ranger's arms, my fluttering heartbeat still erratic in my ears telling me I can't have been out that long,. I relax against him cradled safely against his chest with his left hand is drawing mindless patterns against my lower back. The sheet is pulled half over us warding off the cool air of the room from the damp sweat coating our skin. Little aftershocks flutter and twitch beneath my skin. Ranger's heartbeat is steady and reassuring under my ear and I close my eyes and drift away again.

When I awake again my skin is no longer sweaty, and somehow in sleep one of my legs gotten thrown over Ranger's hip. My nipples are puckered tight tingling with sensation, and Ranger's long fingers have moved down from my lower back to cup my ass before dipping between my cheeks to trace over my entrance. He groans approval against the crook of my neck finding me wet. I moan into his chest and Ranger tilts my chin up to face him and kisses me slow and soft at first before adding more demand to it.

He twists pressing me onto my back and my thighs part instantly for him on instinct as he rises over me. I squirm, trying to wiggle myself closer even as he's aligning himself with one hand, my stomach fluttering with a slow lazy heat feeling his cock brush my folds. My insides quiver as he presses into me slowly taking me inch by inch in reverence to the mild soreness cause by our frequent lovemaking before drawing slowly back again.

Heat trickles up my spine, my breasts ache, my nipples hypersensitive from all the earlier attention and my clit throbs from his previous ministrations adding to the flush already coloring my skin as Ranger presses forward driving deep in one single agonizingly slow hard thrust.

I arch, sob feeling him buried so deep, dig my nails into his shoulders clinging to him positive I'm leaving marks; and uncaring because in four slow languid thrusts I'm riding the first soft wave of release, growing stronger and faster until they spiral out through me trembling and aching to overtake every nerve in my body; I feel my channel locking around him with another flush of wet heat and need and I can't breathe, can't even remember my own name…or when it's ever been this blissfully sweet and passionate…

I'm helpless against it, there's just sensation. And even that defies logic; the intensity of my release overwhelms me in counterpoint to the languid slowness of Ranger's thrusting inside me, the gently glide of his hands up my sides to cup my breasts gently before framing my face and pulling my lips to his.

I wrap my legs around his hips and just ride it out, letting my eye slip shut feeling it build one more time around his thrusts. It starts low in my belly, has me biting my lip to hold in the sob of his name that rises with it because this man is a God… I'm going to die right here bursting into flames.

"Babe, Mírame, look at me." Ranger's voice is dark and lust inducing, I can barely make out the midnight black of his eyes in the small amount of moonlight from the windows the dark shadows cast across his face sharpening the angle of his strong jaw and masculine brow line. The dark curtain of silky black hair hangs loose around his face deepening the shadows dancing around his face. I raise my hand to run my fingers through his hair catching the soft strands between my fingertips, loving the weight and feel of it slipping through my hand.

His movements are purposeful and controlled, each thrust of his hips an achingly torturous piston of his hips, powerful enough to bury him to the hilt but slow enough to let me feel every blissful inch of him on the journey. He adds a tight circling motion to his thrusts, grinding down into me now; changing the pressure; no less pleasurable; somehow infinitely more sweet. The pressure building inside me has become a breathless sigh pouring through my chest, a delicate twinge in my belly, a tender ache humming beneath my skin still building under his dark lust filled eyes.

"Tell me you love me babe, I need to hear it."

Oh God. My hips roll unconsciously against his next thrust, insides clenching and locking down around his cock in instant response to the heated desire in his husky request. I have to bite my lip between my teeth to stifle the moan feeling and hearing Ranger's dark growl at my reaction. Those impossibly dark liquid black eyes slide shut hiding his gaze from me and then he's driving into me harder and deeper in reaction inspiring my body to tightening even further around him like a velvet fist. The gentle hum of desire becomes a whirling storm under my skin once again building toward the abyss.

I gasp in response, back arching clear off the bed driving him deeper inside me. I bite my lip at the sensations still building, swirling impossibly tight inside me; not just around him—but deep inside my chest overlapping my racing heart. "I love you Carlos."

Ranger groans at my words his face dropping to bury itself against my neck. "Say it again." He commands. Every part of him trembles when I whisper it to him again in the dark this close, this quiet, all the weight of the world pressed into those simple words. The tension rolls through him, muscles locking around me, against me. I recognize instantly his climax deep inside me the gasping whimpered sigh it pulls from his lips as molten heat fills me with his release, pushes me over the edge once more to join him. And I'm torn between knowing whether it's the way his teeth nip at my earlobe with a minor sting, before his mouth closes over the same spot sucking the sting away or if it's Ranger's gentle reverent whisper against my skin that push me into the center of the storm one last time with him.

"Stephanie, babe—I love you too. Te amo babe. Dios, I love you."

I sigh against his chest waves of pleasure rippling out from my center, hand clasped tight around his back as he says it again, presses the words to my ear, unmistakable even with his low guttural whisper while he's still rocking against me; buried inside me so deep he's got to be piercing my womb, every nerve in my body centered on feeling my release spasm and tighten milking every last pleasurable wave of his release pulling him deeper inside me still because even my body cresting on a wave of climax can't get enough of him. I will never get enough of him.

When we can move again and my frantic heartbeat has slowed from racing Ranger pulls his body from mine ignoring my moan of protest at the loss of his body inside me. He turns me in his arms to lay with my back cradled to his chest wrapped once more in the shelter of his arms and we sleep.

Twice more in the night I'm awoken by his gentle attentions as Ranger fondles my breast and gently palms my mound slipping his fingers through my wetness before sliding once more deep inside me. Each time he makes love to me it's slower and gentler then before. The last round just as the world outside is turning soft grey with dawn and the sounds of traffic on 5th avenue are blending to very muffled hum left me with hot tears spilling down my cheeks as Ranger begged me to marry him while he was moving inside me and I said yes to him over and over again against his lips while he kissed me. He pulled back feeling my tears and alternately licked them from my skin and wiped them away with gentle sweeping caresses from his thumbs cupping my face begging me not to cry because he loved me.

His movements over me, inside of me remained infinitely gentle and slow for what felt like hours, days even, everything about his touch so loving and worshipful it was almost too much. Ranger's reverent husky voice whispering over and over against my ear as he moved inside of me the last time as daylight slowly found us he continued professing his love, before calling my name in a hoarse scratchy voice as he climaxed inside me once again filling me with his branding heat, claiming me once more without a condom with a rush so intense it made my heart clench in my chest and my own climax so fierce it was actually painful. Ranger pulled himself from bed to close the heavy curtains over the windows before returning to bed and dragging me back against his chest. He kissed me slowly, with more passion then I think I've ever felt and asked me to marry him again hugging me tighter to his chest when I told him yes and then we slept exhausted and draped in one another's arms until much later in the day.

TBC...