Hey, it's been a long time. Oops! Go check my bio if you want the long story of why the long absence. Short version: pandemic and being diagnosed with the Big C.
Anyhow, let's continue where we left off S&R: Day 3- Ranger's payback. (might not hurt to re-read ch1 & ch2 for a quick refresher. Also story upped to M rating). Enjoy this pretty long chappie update.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE. The rusty writing is mine.
Rumor-Part I
Day 3- October 3rd
0017
"Ranger?" My lips twitched at the sound of her guarded relief.
"Babe." I moved closer, grinning wide. I've been fantasizing about this very moment for hours. All day, in fact. And it's been long and hard. With a full grin still in place, I stripped out of my utility belt and weapons as she silently tracked my movements. Once said work tools were safely tucked on a corner of her bedside table, I knelt on the bed. The mattress shifted under my added weight, causing Babe to momentarily sink further away from me.
Straddling her slimmer figure, I made sure to brush the hard on I've fought all day against her inner thigh. I did not stifle the groan of satisfaction the slight contact elicited from me. It was a bit laughable really that a little brush against her caused such an electric reaction. But damn it, I've been beyond horny all day. I'm so wound up that all it could take to shatter me would be a little bit of her attention. Laughable indeed.
"That was very naughty of you, Babe." I was as gentle as possible while still settling my weight above hers. Unable to resist myself, I leaned forward to crush my lips against her parted ones. This time, I caught her off guard by a kiss. And I can absolutely get used to kissing her anytime, anywhere. Restrictions be damned.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The out of breath fib was accompanied with a full body wiggle, resulting in a delicious friction between us.
"Babe." I said my name for her darkly as my fingers traced the edge of her panties under her sleep T-shirt. I stifled a groan of approval at realizing said oversized Tee was one of mine. Oh, Babe. "Let me refresh your memory." My hands gripped her hips just this side of rough as I pressed myself against her. Babe's breathing hitched as a small shudder coursed through her body. Oh, baby, you're playing with fire. My thumbs stroked the bare skin just above the elastic of her cotton panties as I thrust my pelvis into her. Mmmmm, it should be a criminal offense how good this feels even over the layers of clothing between us. I closed my eyes, briefly savoring our proximity. I spent all day pondering the possibility and although very dirty thoughts threaten to cloud my judgement all day, this set up is better than I fantasized. Her scent, her soft skin, the sound of her fast breathing, mmmm, yeah it made the day's torture worth it.
"You barged into my shower." I couldn't help but rub my growing bulge against her in order to refresh our bodies' memories. "You got to finish, and I didn't." I stretched out above her, which provided the perfect position for my body to slide against her soft flesh. I have very little self restraint where she's concerned. The realization came as my hips began a thrusting motion of their own volition."Ohhh, ah, Babe..." I couldn't control the harsh moan that escaped at finally having some tiny relief for this blinding lust. "You got your fix and then left me all alone." I did another exploratory swivel of my hips, effectively torturing myself with the feel of her. But damn it! She feels so good! Always, so so so good.
"Like you haven't done the same thing before." She scoffed breathlessly as her hands got busy by untucking my tight T-shirt from my cargos. It's ridiculous how much a quick swipe of her fingers against my heated skin felt so sinful.
It took my lust riddled brain a moment to process her remark. "Excuse me?" I asked with mock indignation when I finally realized what she said. "I have never..." The feel of her hands roaming across my abs was the perfect distraction to my protest. I'm so starved for her touch that even just the sensation of her hands on my abdomen was enough to reignite me. It's a little pathetic really. I'm supposed to be this big, macho man and here I am ready to fucking beg. She's not even on a serious assault and I'm already putty in her hands. I'm pathetic alright.
And then she did that thing she did in the shower: she used the tips of her fingers to trace the groves and outlines of my ab muscles. Fuck! She's gonna make me cum just with that. Oh hell no!
Wait? No, I mean yes! Yes? For sure, yes!
"Really?" Babe knew she had the upper hand here as she dragged her nails across my pecs under my shirt. Oh shit. I will be in trouble if she realizes she's got all the power here. I better act quickly. With a sharp inhale, I stilled my movements to better focus on the conversation. If I'm not careful, I'm going to lose this battle. Maybe the whole war. "What about all those times you came to the Bonds office to talk to me in the alley?" She's on the obvious quest for triumph. And she's about to cinch the win if I don't make my move.
"Those were work related." I tried to defend, knowing damn well that I took advantage of her work distraction to slip past her defenses. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit to myself how many times I've fantasized about taking her up against that brick wall. "Besides, how are you comparing a kiss in the alley with you barging in on me in the shower to have an orgasm?" My body is protesting all the talking, but I had to convince myself that it's necessary torture. Just remembering her unannounced arrival in my shower had me more than a little bothered. The way she looked and felt and sounded... I'm beyond uncomfortable. Horny uncomfortable. About to spontaneously combust uncomfortable. "And then leaving me high and dry?" In a testament to how tightly wound I am, my body regained its movement out of its own volition. My hips punctuated my question with a delicious thrust. "Hmm?" For a moment I forgot what I was even asking, unable to form a coherent thought as my pelvis picked up speed. I used every trick in my arsenal to keep the pleasure going before throwing me over the edge. And that edge is inching closer and closer with every second.
The jolt of desire that coursed through me, centering on my cock, told me that I was done teasing. Reluctantly, I stilled my movements in an effort to rein myself in.
A little wicked smile formed just as she gripped the hem of my shirt and tugged. I granted her wish by one handedly yanking it off. Her gaze raked over my bare torso and I realized she knew that despite my show, she was in control here.
Oh, Babe. Of course you are.
Now, being the opportunist that I am, I have to fight for dominance. "Babe." I flashed her a wolfish grin just as my right hand slipped under the elastic of her cotton panties. Automatically, her thighs parted to give me better access.
"Ranger." She said my name on a whine, obviously unsatisfied with the lack of freedom. With me straddling her, Babe couldn't part her thighs as much as she would have liked.
Tough luck, Babe. I'm calling the shots right now. "Easy." I soothed, as my hand skimmed over her soft skin. Babe squirmed again, wanting more than just a superficial touch. I couldn't deny her, at least not fully, so I complied by slipping two fingers into her folds to gather her essence.
"Carlos." Her blue eyes shot daggers my way when instead of finally penetrating, I extricated my hand.
"You need to tell me what's going on." I ordered as I used my left hand to unbutton and unzip my cargos. Pushing down my pants just far enough to free my painfully hard dick would be enough... for now. She watched me intently as I gave myself several hard strokes, smearing her juices on me in the process. "I need release, Babe." I punctuated my bluff with an unchecked groan of pure satisfaction.
"You didn't?" Babe was calling my bluff. "Uhm, you know, earlier?" She fluttered her eyelashes in feigned innocence.
Babe has been categorized as a prude by many, mainly from the Burg, but she's anything but. "I didn't what, Stephanie?" I called her a liar too. Two can play.
"You didn't take care of yourself?" She flashed me a grin, knowing she's won this round and the last two. And to punctuate her seemingly inevitable victory, Babe's hands landed on the hem of her sleep Tee and removed it in one swift move. The little smirk that graced her lips once her bare torso came on display sealed tonight's fate.
"No." I gave myself an extra tight stroke in honor of the bare breasts and soft, silky skin on display. A harsh moan slipped past my tight control. Again. I'm so close to slipping over the edge. Dammit, but it'll be one hell of a drop into the abyss. "I didn't want a cheap substitute." I flashed her my biggest grin right as I leaned in to press my smiling lips against her parted ones.
"Oh." Was all she said once the weight of my words finally sunk in.
"Tell me what's going on." I tapped my finger softly against her right temple for emphasis. I gave myself another relieving stroke before returning my hand to the wet junction of her thighs. "I need to know." Despite my demanding tone, my fingers sliding along the length of her slit elicited a loud moan from her. Oh, her moans...
"I..." She closed her eyes briefly, savoring how close I was to slipping at least one digit inside of her tight pussy. "Ranger, I..." Her breathing quickened and I realized I'd involuntarily given in.
Oh, fuck it! What's so bad about letting her have her share of indulgence? "Babe." I murmured against her lips as I finally released some control and slipped another finger inside.
I'd set a fast enough pace to have Babe at the brink of her next orgasm. And I intended to keep her on the brink until she told me what I needed to know.
"What's gotten into you, Babe? You can tell me." I slowed my hand-pumping enough to keep her near the edge, but not send her over. I am playing dirty and there's a huge probability that I will have payback to worry about, but I just have to know.
"I want us. I want you to be...mmm... be mine.. be with me!" She cursed when her pleasure was delayed.
But then it seemed she realized she wasn't all that powerless. Her fingers curled around my hard dick, delivering two tight strokes to my painfully hard length. She knows I like it tight. My balls were heavy, my lower abdomen taut with desperate need for release... my entire body practically hummed with her touch.
The same touch she denied me in the shower.
"But I don't want your 'my love comes with a condom' bit." Her half grin was indication enough that she knew the power was all hers.
"Babe." I said darkly, being on board with her words. We've had bare sex in the past. In Hawaii, to be exact. I've lived my life by my condom motto, even though a condom malfunction still led to a daughter being conceived. In Hawaii I discovered that Babe has lived with the similar motto of 'no condom no loving', despite being married once before. Uff, Hawaii...
Yet as tempting as that sounds, I also know she's referring to more than that.
"I want more..." The breathy confession made me realize my body had betrayed me. My hand had resumed its pumping and Babe was almost at the edge of a powerful release. "Be with me!" She murmured as she closed her eyes in anticipation.
Oh, Babe. Of course, I'll be with you. I'll always be with you.
"Oh my..." This time her eyes must have rolled back because Babe's head thrashed against the pillows as my tongue lapped hungrily at her essence. Her scent, taste, feel... all of her is completely intoxicating. And just as I was savoring the telltale signs of her release, her fingers threading through my hair and yanking interrupted my mission. "No!"
Drunk on everything her, I had to fight myself to stop when the command left her lips. "No?" I'm pretty sure I whimpered, which is so unlike me, when I forced myself to pull back. I've told Babe in the past that I'm sick, but that I drew the line at consent. What I never told her was that she's the only one to ever test my control. And as much as I wanted to savor her taste flooding my palate, I forced myself to halt. Her consent has always been key.
"No!" She repeated, looking a bit crazed herself. "No, Yes!"
"Yes?"
"Yes!" Her hand guiding me back to the juncture of her thighs was confirmation enough that she'd made up her mind.
"You want us, Babe?" I murmured against her glistening flesh. "Mmmm?" I hummed the inquiry against her skin, wanting more than a split second consent. "Babe?" I breathed my name for her as I awaited for her response.
"Ye-..." Her response was cut off by loud noises nearby...
...in rapid succession... definitely gunshots.
And a little too nearby.
Automatically, my body switched to survival/protective mode. Instinctively, I moved up to fully cover her body with mine as I listened closely. I heard another gunshot, followed by what sounded like a scuffle outside of her apartment.
"Stay." I instructed, as I regretfully peeled my body away from hers. Someone will have to pay for making me leave her warmth.
The perp had a slight head start in this pursuit thanks to my short detour to be publicly presentable, but the five steps the asshole had ahead of me wouldn't be enough to escape. Annoyed at being interrupted, I put heavier purpose on my steps and thundered down the hallway and the stairs. I was focused on eliminating any threat to Babe's safety.
"Stop." I barked the order, beyond irritated with the interruption. Oh, Babe had been so close. So, so close!
The man raised his arms, standing in the parking lot just outside the building. The idiot thought he'd lose me on the way downstairs and through the lobby. Perhaps he thought making it out of the building signified freedom.
Wrong.
"Drop it." The feel of my Glock pressing on the back of his neck no doubt instilled fear in the scumbag. The idiot thought he'd have it easy in a building mostly inhabited by seniors. Pendejo.
Unfortunately, the waste of skin thought he'd have a chance to escape in the distraction his gun being tossed in the bushes would create.
Fortunately, he didn't make it past the first step forward before a shrieking woman fell from above. He broke her fall and both landed in a heap of uncomfortable groans on the worn asphalt.
Satisfied those two were going nowhere anytime soon, I looked up to take care of the next possible threat.
"Hey, Rangeman." Babe greeted me with a finger wave from the fire escape above, smiling triumphantly. From my vantage point I could tell she wasn't wearing anything aside from the oversized T-shirt and panties. She did, however, slip her feet into pink plush pig slippers.
A full smile left my lips. "Babe."
On anyone else the getup would look ridiculous, I have to admit. The fact that she kicked ass wearing those fluffy excuses for shoes while she ran down an outdated fire escape made me incredibly proud.
S&R
0139
Finally, I thought as the last of the cops began to wrap up.
The couple of intruders turned out to be serial B&E artists. Their MO was to target senior living facilities and apartment buildings. They've had a very successful run in Jersey up until tonight.
And they chose a bad night to intrude.
Despite being engrossed in her conversation with Gazarra, Babe's shiver was an obvious reminder that her sleeping outfit of oversized T-shirt was not meant for the chilly October night. I renewed purpose to my steps after grabbing my bomber jacket from the Turbo. Sliding it across her shoulders elicited a moan of relief from Babe. Every cell in my body stood at attention upon hearing the sound.
"Uh..." Gazarra paused briefly, his eyes darting from Babe to me and back. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, possibly questioning if Babe's relationship with me has changed status. Astutely, he realized it was better to let it go. Good boy. "So..." With one last flick of his eyes he settled whatever internal battle he had before returning his full attention to Babe.
I stood silently to Babe's right, partially blocking the chill winding across the parking lot. As if to sense my silent presence beside her, Babe's hand reached for me. Her fingers entwined with mine and held firmly as she continued her animated conversation with her pal.
For a moment I pondered the possibility that this might be a continuation of her teasing attack. I instantly scrapped the idea. If she wanted to tease, there's other non publicly acceptable parts of me she can hold onto, squeeze or caress.
My lips twitched at the idea of Babe continuing her delicious torture with all the souls currently roaming the parking lot present. That'd be interesting.
I raised my gaze in time to catch the raised eyebrow look Constanza was giving us from across the lot. Following his line of sight, I noted his attention was glued to our joined hands. Slowly, his eyes ascended in a methodical inventory. His expression changed when his eyes met mine. Brown eyes quickly averted my even darker ones.
I hid my amusement at his obvious embarrassment at being caught. He's probably going to go report his findings to his shitty buddy Morelli.
Moments later when Babe began to shuffle her feet in place, I took that as my cue to take charge. "We're done here." I announced, catching Gazarra's puzzled expression over a mass of sleep tousled curls.
"Uhm, yeah." Eddie wisely answered even though it wasn't a question. "Everything's good. No one's hurt and we got the perps thanks to your quick action." Another speedy side eye was directed my way before refocusing on Babe. "We'll be in contact if we need more from you."
With that I whisked my woman away from the cold night and the chismosos in uniform.
A short walk later we were in front of her door. Last minute uncertainty loomed in the air as it hit me that I may not have an invitation to re-enter. Sure, we were technically on the brink of pleasure when we were so very rudely interrupted, but does that guarantee me a pass inside?
Hmmm, probably not.
The door swung open and Babe automatically stepped inside. Using our joined hands as leverage, I gave her a squeeze as I stood firmly in the hall. "Babe, are you going to leave me out here?" I pulled out the big guns by flashing my 200-megawatt smile, the one I know makes her weak in the knees. "Again?"
She bit her bottom lip as if to weigh her options before moving to close the door. At the last moment before the door closed shut, she used our joined hands to tug me inside. The adrenaline returned, this time a product of my nearly failed mission. I'd never been as relieved as I currently am to narrowly slip past a closing door.
She playfully shoved me against the closed door as she leaned closer. "Where were we?" Her grin was meant to be playful, goofy even, but it caused my abs to clench in anticipation.
"Babe." I said my name for her darkly as my hands found her bare thighs under the T-shirt. "Please." Huh? I wasn't even sure what I was really begging for at this point. Whatever it was, I was sure I wanted to be a part of it.
My jacket, which had been draped across her shoulders, her shirt and mine hit the floor in a flurry of movement as our lips met in hungry kiss after kiss.
As our besos intensified, my hands traveled from her bare shoulders down to her hips. While our lips continued their re-exploration, my fingertips skimmed over the edge of her panties. When my hands looped past her waist in order to press her flush against me, my fingers made contact with something hard and cold.
"Babe!" I couldn't help but chuckle, severing our kiss in the process.
"Mmm?" Babe was definitely a little dazed thanks to oxygen depriving lip-lock.
Expertly, I took the mini glock, the one normally strapped to my ankle, from its wedged position. It never crossed my mind that I'd have to disarm Babe during foreplay. I'd be a liar if I said it wasn't erotic to the nth degree to find a gun tucked into the waistband of her panties.
"Oh, yeah. I took it from my nightstand before going out onto the fire escape." Was all the explanation she gave before returning her attention to our present. Her deft fingers busied themselves with the button on my cargos. Her breathy, husky tone and the feel of her hands gracing my renewed erection was an added burst of eroticism.
"Babe." I said my name for her on a growl as my lips claimed hers once again. This was it. This was our moment to finally fuse ourselves and become one once again. And there damn well better not be any interruptions.
Somehow, we found ourselves in her bathroom after leaving a trail of clothing and insecurities scattered behind us.
A full blown laugh left my lips, effectively ending our kissing assault. It seemed fitting that we found ourselves in her bathroom of all places. I know she hates this bathroom, but I love it! When I walked into this place that rainy night many moons ago I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know much about the curly haired, blue eye beauty. Was she looking to seduce me or was she really in need of assistance. Answering her call that night definitely changed me. This specific spot actually changed my life.
Except this time while I stood in the exact same spot I did when I laid eyes on her in all her naked glory for the first time, I had her perched on the sink counter and she wasn't the only one naked.
I stood between her legs, my hard cock poised at her entrance sans barrier. "Babe." I looked into her indigo eyes for confirmation. "There's no turning back." I warned. She'll be mine, only mine, moving forward. And I'll be hers. No restrictions, no hiding, nada! "You sure?" I licked my lips nervously. She can still turn back, tell me me she wants a good fuck and that's it. My heart beat faster in anticipation. This was the moment of truth. What are we going to be? Friends with benefits, lovers, soul mates...?
In response, her long legs wrapped around my waist. Her sudden movement brought us impossibly closer as I plunged deep inside. "No turning back." She murmured against my lips in confirmation.
While my lips devoured hers my hands palmed her delectable ass. With one hand on each cheek, I created the necessary leverage to move her along the length of my throbbing cock.
It took a few calculated strides before we reached the side of her bed. Very unceremoniously we landed on her tangled sheets. My back hit the mattress first, with her landing above me. I was still inside, causing gravity to slam her down my cock a bit more forcefully. Her shriek of surprise was unexpected and it led to my body standing at attention.
"Babe." I said breathlessly as I swapped our positions so I could be on top. I need release and we're so close. My mouth slanted down over hers as my hips picked up the pace. Our kiss was desperate as my hands roamed her torso, landing on her breasts and squeezing the undersides as my thumbs swiped over her hardened nipples. I made the mental promise to deliver the slow and sweet orgasm after. Right now, we were going to climax in our most carnal encounter as of late.
"Ranger, mmm, I'm close." She never calls me Carlos when we fuck. She reserves my given name for when we make slow, sensual love.
"Babe." I know all her cues like the back of my hand. I acknowledged her need and simultaneously promised to follow her. I'll always follow her.
Her cry of relief elicited a wave of electricity to course through me as she held on tightly. Her inner muscles contracted deliciously. Despite wanting relief so bad myself, I pushed for more. Sweat gathered on my lower back as I continued to thrust myself into her heated flesh. I continued the fast and deep pumps until I felt myself nearing the end of my control.
"Stephanie, come with me." I encouraged her to let go with me. I latched onto a moving breast, quickly sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth. I delivered a series of quick tongue swipes as my pelvis continued its unrelenting assault. "Babe!" The orgasm finally shattered me, engulfing my entire body. All the tension and lust that had driven me this past day seemingly burst out of every pore in my being.
S&R
0445
The annoying sound of a buzzer awoke me from a dreamless sleep. With a whine of protest, I reached out and slammed my hand blindly in hopes of deactivating the awful noise. It must have worked, because the sweet bliss of silence was my reward.
"Ahh!" I sighed happily as I pressed my head more firmly on the pillow. Two seconds later the forsaken sound rang again. "Ughn!" I huffed, seriously annoyed.
The sound shut off suddenly and I breathed another sigh of relief. That relief, however, was momentary. A strong, masculine arm snaked over my left hip and held on tightly. His hand splayed over my lower abdomen possessively as he nuzzled that sweet spot between shoulder and neck. With a sigh of content, I got comfy to try to get some more sleep.
As I tried to return to dreamland, it hit me that I was in bed with a man! It's been a long time but I know when a man is in my bed, especially when it's this man. My manly companion was no doubt Ranger. My man in black has a very distinctive feel and scent. He's unmistakable.
In a rush, the events of the previous hours flooded my senses. How we retook our sexy time against my front door after ditching the coppers. It took us a while to even make it to bed for sleep. We left no nook or cranny unexplored; body or apartment wise. There are parts of my body that will no doubt be sore after being unused for so long.
"Ranger." I purred as I scooted against his solid form, moving backwards in the process to allow for a better spooning of his body.
"Babe." He acknowledged my movement by tightening his hold, his voice rough. God, it felt so good to be enveloped in his strong arms. Tangled together, just the two of us...
"Five more minutes." I mumbled sleepily, allowing the darkness to retake me.
What felt like seconds later another alarm sounded, but this one was definitely mine. Resigned, I reached out to silence it with a whine. I haven't transformed into someone different. I still hate getting up early, exercising, and the like. But my joining Rangeman has come with many added benefits.
"You know, you could ask the Boss for the day off." He murmured, his lips tracing the shell of my ear. "Mmm, Babe?"
I placed my hand over his, clasping my left breast along with him. He's quite handsy this morning. In fact, he's always handsy when he sees an opportunity. "The Boss frowns on unreliability." I teased, wiggling my ass against him. Automatically, he squeezed me tighter. Bad idea. I could feel his morning companion. Finding the strength to get out of bed this morning will take a lot more than my usual peptalk.
Things were starting to take a turn from sweet to lustful when my alarm decided to ring... again. Don't judge. So I need multiple alarms to get up early. Sue me.
I let out a sigh of resignation. In the weeks I've become a full-fledged member of Rangeman, I haven't changed much. I still don't like the idea of getting up before the sun does, but the pay is good and the benefits are even better. In fact, the best benefit is currently spooning me tightly. The realization made me smile stupidly into the darkness.
Just as I was willing my body to cooperate and get out of bed, a wicked idea sparked my fog riddled brain.
But before I could act on said idea, Ranger's hand moved down my side to grip my left thigh. He shifted my leg and repositioned his body slightly. "Babe?" His breath ghosted against my neck as the head of his deliciously thick erection pressed against my doodah.
When he didn't move, I realized he was waiting on my approval. Oh Steph. My heart beat faster in excitement. The Ranger I know would have been gone the morning after or would wake me up with a delicious orgasm. The Ranger currently in my bed is giving me a choice. Interesting.
Turning in his arms, I tapped on his shoulders to get him to roll onto his back. He complied and I couldn't help but grin. Realizing he couldn't see me in the darkness, I reached for the bedside lamp. The room illuminated with soft yellow light and my breath caught in my throat. God, he's so beautiful.
And mine. Finally, fully mine.
I straddled his lap and without warning I choked up on the wave of emotion that suddenly washed over me. I love you, I mouthed unable to form sound. Seemingly out of nowhere I became emotionally sensitive. Suddenly all the mistakes I've made, that we've made, threatened to crumble my bravery. We've had so many close calls and yet the universe gave me one more shot at finding my true happiness. I was an idiot thinking that I didn't deserve this man and for that sole reason I shouldn't... I couldn't be with him. Talk about self destructive tendencies.
"You're not an idiot, Stephanie." Ranger sat up, wrapping both arms around me to hold me, before taking me back down with him. "You've got a brilliant mind." He gave me a squeeze as his lips skimmed my right temple. "Everything we had to do... everything we went through..." Hooking his forefinger under my chin, he tilted my head back so I could see his handsome face instead of keeping mine buried against his chiseled chest. "Led us here." His lips pressed softly against mine, filling me with warmth. This was confirmation that I'd done the right thing when I made the first move. Despite knowing we have so much to talk about still, I allowed my feelings to blossom.
We explored each other softly, patiently, until evil me had another torturous idea.
Our lips parted for air when I sank on his impressive length. Closing my eyes to better savor the sensations, I set the pace. Initially keeping my thrusts slow and shallow, but then slowly picking up the pace. He obediently allowed me to call the shots until his need for more prompted his hands to clasp my hips as he thrust up, pounding me from below.
Mmmmm, it feels so good. He feels so good. Long, thick, Rangery...
But just before either of us could reach release, I decided wicked payback was in order. He'd startled me last night when he barged into my apartment and for that he needs a little punishment. Besides, I think he likes it when I put my wicked impromptu plans into motion.
Mustering all my will power and holding in my whimper of dissatisfaction, I scrambled off his lap.
"We're going to be late for work!" I know I will regret this and my body was certainly protesting the sudden emptiness, but he needs to know he can't have me this easily. He needs to work for it... work for me a little harder. Mmm, harder. Ohmigod! Focus, Stephanie!
I'd just made it into the tub when his arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "Babe." He sounded very unhappy and the hard jab of his erection against my hip was a reminder of my mischief.
"What?" I croaked innocently.
"You're evil." He said even as his fingers found my doodah. Standing on the other side of the tub, he delivered a powerful orgasm with his magical touch. "Babe." He groaned in encouragement as I came undone and leaned back against him.
I hadn't fully come down from my quick orgasm when Ranger joined me inside the tub. He pressed me against the wall and slipped his thick cock from behind. His thrusts were fast and within minutes we were engulfed in yet another orgasm. Breathing hard, I heard him mumble something about an uneven score.
As playful payback I let him turn the water knob on without telling him that at this time of the year my crappy apartment was going to cascade cold water above us.
"Babe!" He groaned at the cold water washing over us. Because we indulged in a morning quickie, we had to suck it up and settle for a warm-ish shower if we wanted to make it to work on time-ish.
S&R
0559
Lester's POV
As I rolled to a stop in her parking lot, she wasn't officially late. Idling, I looked up to see that the light in her bedroom was on. That at least meant she was awake. Good.
In the time she's worked at Rangeman full time, Beautiful has been very responsible with her shifts. She's usually a few minutes early or right on the dot. Flicking my eyes to the opposite end of the lot, I spotted a familiar shiny black car. I smirked as my gaze left the Turbo and returned my trained eyes to the lobby door.
Under other circumstances, I'd have headed upstairs to be a nuisance. Seeing as Bossman was up in that apartment, well, best not to intrude. I mean, at least not physically. A text shouldn't hurt.
Five minutes after my message, she finally strolled out. Normally, it takes her a few hours to giddy up and be her normal self. Today, she practically skipped to my waiting SUV.
"Gooood morning." She said cheerfully as she buckled herself in. Too cheerfully before her caffeine hit.
"Morning." Oh, I bet it was a good one, hehe. "Exciting night?" I probed.
"What?" The cheeky vibe was gone as she shot me a nervous glance. "I mean, uh, what do you mean?"
"The break in was all over the control room this morning." I don't care if she and the bossman had a sex-a-thon last night, really. Good for them. But a little teasing innuendo will make our shift a little more lively.
"Yeah, freak thing."
That was a good deflection. Oh, but the day is young. "Coffee?"
"Yes!" She gave me the look, the one that makes it impossible to deny her.
I groaned. If Bossman finds out we supply her with sugar, there'll be hell to pay. "Tasty Pastry it is."
Fifteen minutes and two mini eclairs devoured by Mrs. Bossman later, we finally exited the bakery. With a coffee cup in one hand and a bag with more bakery goodies in the other, she squeezed out as I held the door open. I on the other hand only have a coffee cup, which means I have a free hand to assist.
"You sure you don't want one? They're so good!"
"I'm good." I'm starting to think that getting her hyped up on sugar this early might not have been such a good idea.
I was mentally mapping out our plan of attack for this morning as we walked over to the SUV I parked at the curb. I'd just unlocked and opened the passenger door when I heard her scream. Immediately, the coffee cup hit the sidewalk as I whirled around on high alert. My weapon was upholstered before I even completed the turn.
"What the hell?!" Beautiful had her back to me as she directed her shock to a woman with lots of teased red hair. "Joyce!" Stephanie was not having it.
"What happened?" I demanded to know. I'm not above putting that woman in her place if Bosswoman gives the word.
"She felt me up!" Indignation probably didn't even scrape the surface of Beautiful's feelings.
"Ugh." The woman waved her hand dismissively. "It was more like a pat down."
"You grabbed my ass! And my boob!"
"I just wanted to know if the rumor was true." The nonchalant shrug only served to further fan the flames.
I decided to step in before Stephanie kicked her ass. These days the Bossman is the only one that can feel her up and not lose a limb.
"What rumor?" I asked in hopes of diffusing the situation.
Joyce gave her one very slow scan from head to toe. I knew that look. I've used it many times before on women. Joyce was visually undressing Stephanie. I admit it was kinda weird. That woman gives off a nasty vibe.
"What?!" I was just as shocked to hear what this Joyce woman said. Basically the rumor is that Beautiful got herself a hotter, fitter body thanks to plastic surgery.
"You have to give me that surgeon's number. You feel natural." The air squeeze was really extra.
"I am natural!"
"Byee!" The fake friendly wave as Joyce turned on her heel was overkill.
"Can you believe that?!" Incredulous sapphire blues focused on me.
"Uhm, I mean, you have trained a lot." I personally think it's the cargo pants/utility belt combo that gives her, uhm, extra appeal. But that's just me.
"Eww, Barnhardt just felt me up." The full body shudder was contagious. "Let's go." Another shudder.
As I rounded the hood to reach the driver's side, I caught yet another Bosswoman admirer. And it was none other than Detective Morelli. With a hard look his way, I angled inside and slammed my door shut. While turning the key in the ignition, I sent up a silent prayer. I really hope my cousin gets his shit together and seals the deal with his Babe.
S&R
Ranger's POV
2352
If there was a day I wanted an easy workload, it was today. Of course, it would be anything but.
Exhaustion didn't even begin to describe how drained I felt. Yet, despite how tired I was, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of catching up with a certain blue eyed someone.
The drive to her building was smooth at this time of night. My ascend to her floor and into her apartment was stealthy. She sent me an audio a few hours ago, so I wasn't surprised to find her fast asleep on the couch with the glow of the TV illuminating soft facial features.
I scooped up a sound asleep Babe and couldn't hide a smile. This woman can sleep in an almost comatose state on some nights and on others she can jolt awake with my mere presence. It's fascinating. The harsh contrast between last night's seductress and tonight's sleeping beauty is a little adorable.
Turning off the TV, I carried her still and tired body into the bedroom. I settled her under the covers without incident. As I swiftly removed my weapons and clothes, she mumbled something.
"Babe?" I asked, knowing all too well that she's a talker even in her deepest sleep.
"Joyce grabbed my ass." The way she slurred the mumbled words confirmed she was very much asleep.
"How dare she." I engaged, aware that she won't wake, as I joined her under the covers.
Automatically, she gravitated towards me. "What a bitch." Babe mumbled against my chest.
"Absolutely." I agreed as I wrapped my arms around her. "You can tell me all about it tomorrow." I murmured against the top of her head as I rubbed her back.
Smiling softly at her lack of reply, I placed a kiss on the top of her head as I reminisced on how this is it. Nights of hot and heavy sex and nights of sleeping soundly. I now have the right to either of them and I'm as content to hold her in her sleep as I was to pound into her the previous night.
Before I finally allowed my eyes to flutter shut, I glanced briefly at the clock on her nightstand.
A minute and the day will officially end. Perfect.