This was originally going to be the letter D of The ABCs of S&R, however it turned out smuttier than intented. It also ended up being longer, needing at least two chapters to be resolved. So, I decided to make this its own short.
Let me know your thoughts on this one. It's quite different and not sure how it'll be received, lol.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE. Mistakes are mine.
Stephanie's POV
What the hell am I doing here? I so do not belong here!
My internal monologue was screaming at me by this point. I'm so far out of my comfort zone that it's not even the tiniest bit funny. Nuh uh!
My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm an idiot.
Okay, maybe I'm only an idiot sometimes.
Maybe…
For sure, right now is one of those times.
As a Bond Enforcement Agent I've seen some unusual things and been in the middle of even stranger situations. Running searches and doing distraction jobs for Rangeman have added to my repertoire of outlandish circumstances. I'd like to say that I've learned many lessons throughout my years as a BEA, and perhaps I have, however, nothing could have prepared me for this scenario.
A loud, whimpering moan penetrated through my musings. A guttural groan of pleasure reverberated across the walls of the enclosed space followed. The roars of pleasure mingled, entwining with the sounds of sweaty bodies repeatedly slamming together. Over and over again.
"Mmm, Babe, this is not a watch only kind of activity." The woman on all fours on the bed facing me glanced over her shoulder at her partner, a man who was somewhat fit in his older age, his silver hair glistening with perspiration. "Either join us or close the door, Sweetie." The stranger said on a moan as her partner continued pumping into her, the sounds of their coupling increasing exponentially.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head, apologizing profusely for barging in and doing my best to play dumb. Batting my lashes slowly and putting on a shocked expression would help me sell the whole innocent cover I was aiming for.
"Babe." A large muscular arm wrapped around my waist as a familiar voice and scent enveloped me. Instinctively, I placed my hand over the one Ranger has resting over my navel in silent appreciation for the save.
"Oh!" A female moan made me snap my attention back to the scene before me. "Please do join us." The woman licked her lips, eyes flashing when she got a good look at Ranger in all his naked glory. Technically he's standing behind me, yet he's big, buff and muscular. My slimmer figure does very little to hide Ranger's assets.
"Yeah." The man roared, slamming his body harder against his partner. "Come on in." The sly grin he flashed my way physically repulsed me. The leering undertone was extremely heavy in the enclosed space.
I shook my head minutely as I took a step back. Reaching behind me, it was my intention to tap Ranger's hard abs to signal to him to turn around so that we could both exit. Instead of tapping his extremely defined six pack, I inadvertently graced a different part of Ranger. Heat flashed across my chest as anger, amongst other feelings, swirled around inside of me.
Of course! Men! All it takes are some fake tits swaying before them and voilà! Instant arousal. Ugh!
As I stepped into the hallway, I realized that I haven't been this irrationally angry in years. In fact, the last time I was this heated was when I walked in on The Dick and Joyce fucking on our new dining table. My reaction to catching my husband of all of about fifteen minutes cheating on me was more due to pride than love.
In this case, why am I so upset with Ranger? It's not like we're even an item or anything.
A little nagging voice in the back of my mind murmured that I damn well knew why.
Argh!
"Babe." Ranger's clipped tone behind me was startling. Why is he upset?
"What?" I growled back, annoyed when he started guiding me down the narrow hallway.
S&R
Ranger's POV
I took a deep breath through my nose before blowing it out through my gritted teeth. I pride myself on my impeccable work ethic, which earned me a solid reputation that I transferred onto Rangeman throughout the years. When one of the alphabet agencies reaches out for help in tracking one of their most dangerous and wanted criminals, I don't hesitate to jump on board. When the paycheck is extra juicy, it makes the job that much sweeter. Rangeman gets more cash inflow while another useless scumbag is removed from the streets. It's a win/win.
Rayan Diaz Ortega is one of said scum. He's wanted for a long list of crimes that's going to have him living the rest of his days in prison. Of course, the coward isn't someone who's willing to put his lavish life of crime on pause. Rayan has done everything in his power to evade capture. One of the alphabet agencies reached out to contract our services to track down and capture Diaz Ortega three weeks ago.
When I recruited Babe's help, I would have never suspected that her unique research skills would lead us to this. And it's because of her distinctive take on things that made Stephanie the perfect person to infiltrate the most likely place where we could not only find, but also nab Diaz Ortega.
The problem? Babe discovered that Rayan's running a very smooth, and obviously illegal yet lucrative, operation. Disguised as a very exclusive event for the most influential people in the state, the sex palace Diaz Ortega is hosting has a lot going on that's of valuable interest to the alphabets.
Yet now, as I watch Stephanie walking ahead of me in nothing but ridiculously high heels and a tiny thong, I'm doubting my choices. The best way to infiltrate this place was to come in as a couple with the guise of spicing things up for us. There was no way I was going to sit outside for this one, so I'm Babe's partner for this tonight. I would have had to seriously main, if not outright kill, any of my men if they got a load of Babe in this state of undress. And I would have made it an extremely painful death too.
As we wandered away from the busy areas downstairs, I remembered Lula's advice. Since we needed intel from someone who's worked in the sex industry, Stephanie suggested Lula. I was impressed despite my initial skepticism, but I can't deny how valuable the good information we got from her is. She still has many contacts on the streets and so Lula was able to get us an in for this hush hush event. It was a mystery how Babe even found about this operation, and with Lula's in we got to slip in undetected. Surprise will always be a great asset.
If someone catches you snooping, just make like you were looking for a more private space. Lula gave us a general idea of the set up and what to expect. She said the majority of the activity is always sequestered to the common areas, usually the downstairs floor. From there, the more private or secluded the space, the higher the possibility that something nefarious is going down. Based on that, my money was on Diaz Ortega hiding somewhere upstairs.
Babe opened the door to our right while I checked out the door to our left. I found an empty bathroom, whereas I suspected Babe found some type of action judging by her sudden rigid back.
Raking my eyes over her form from behind only served to further excite me. Those fucking heels make her bare legs seem toner and longer. The itty bitty thong left her luscious ass cheeks out on full display, making me want nothing more than to bite the tempting swells every time I lay eyes on them. Stephanie wasn't looking forward to the naked aspect of our night, deciding to be slick when she left her tiny underwear on. Her usually curly hair looks more wavy tonight, which she took advantage of the longer length by using the strands to cover up as much of her breasts as possible. It was sneaky all right, except I know her body like the back of my hand so her attempt to hide was futile.
Keep an eye on Stephanie the whole time. There's a bunch of assholes that think it's their god given right to take whatever and whomever they please. Keep our girl safe. That's one dark place you'll be venturing into. She's too untainted for that.
Lula's words flashed through my mind as I watched Babe remain rooted to the spot. Tallulah Jones lost herself in that darkness, which is probably why she goes by her street name now: Lula. Having her of all people turn serious and warn someone like me about the dangers of a place like this had my senses on extra high alert.
Babe shouldn't be here.
I decided that it was best to get Stephanie out of this place, even if it meant aborting this mission. No job is worth any harm to Babe.
Well, that had been my honorable intention until her hand reached back to grace against the hard-on I've been fighting since we entered this hellhole. The lustful pull that usually hovers between Stephanie and I has intensified tenfold as we worked closely together these past several weeks. Our usual sexual tension has been through the roof lately, true. Add in the pheromones and sensual stimuli sprinkled throughout this rented mansion, and I'm in full on hunting mode. And the prey is none other than one blue eyed, curly haired someone.
Babe's annoyance bugged me, because she was probably thinking that my arousal is a byproduct of the fake tits and asses prancing around us. I scoffed internally, because that erroneous assumption couldn't be further from the truth. Babe always likes to discount just how beautiful she really is.
"What are you doing?" Babe's pissed off hiss as I tugged her into the empty bathroom I cleared moments ago only served to revv me up further. She's gorgeous with a face clear of make-up and sporting a T-shirt and worn jeans. Babe's even more of a temptation when she's got her make-up and hair done, standing before me practically in the nude. I've stared at that small thong that barely covers the paradise between her legs since we arrived, determining that all it would take for the material to give would be a small yank from me.
"Me?!" I growled, invading her personal space like she's done to me while blocking the only exit. If she wants to leave, she'll have to move past me to reach the bathroom door behind me.
"Yeah, you!" A fierce fire swirled around her dark blue eyes, giving them an almost glow-like look. She's a force to be reckoned with, alright.
"No, not me. You." I declared, moving my upper body forward to further invade her space.
Babe glared at me, crossing her arms under her breasts as she shook her head in disbelief. Squaring her shoulders, she tilted her head up to look at me defiantly. "Me?" She sneered.
I wanted to reach out and kiss her, devouring her mouth until we both nearly passed out from oxygen deprivation. It was hard to give a shit about this job with her bare skin this close to me.
"Yeah, Babe, you're the one that's made this difficult." Again, she scoffed as her eyes flicked down briefly. I could feel the heat of her stare as my traitorous dick twitched with her attention.
"Yeah, right." She muttered under her breath as she averted her gaze, grumbling about fake boobs and bimbos.
In a flash, I stepped forward and caged her squirming body between me and the massive marble sink counter behind her. The sudden move had her jumping slightly, once again brushing against my hard dick with the movement.
"Yes." I bit out, staring down at her beautiful face. "We've been here for forty-nine minutes, Babe." We were standing so close that my chest brushed against hers with every inhale. Her hard nipples gracing the heated skin on my pecs made me more desperate for her. I'm pathetic.
I took a deep breath, letting it all out in the open for her to understand why I'm wound so tightly.
S&R
Stephanie's POV
"In the forty-nine minutes we've been here, Babe, you've brushed against me sixty-seven times." I blinked in surprise at his admission. I was unaware that we'd been that close in the short time we've been here.
I opened my mouth to speak, only to have him cut me off.
"Thirty-six of those touches were with your hands and twenty-two of those were directly in my lower abdomen or crotch areas." His nostrils flared as he told me that I'm the reason why he's currently sporting a massive erection.
"Oh." I felt the heat flood my face at the confession.
"Yes, Babe, oh." Ranger was wound tighter than I'd ever seen him before. "Every time a leering look was shot your way, you shifted towards me." Ranger closed his eyes briefly, taking a slow deep breath. "Invading my space with your sweet aroma, touching me with your soft silky skin…"
"I-I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't know." I really didn't. I'd been busy taking in my surroundings, not knowing that I'd subconsciously pressed myself against him repeatedly. Oops.
Ranger's dark eyes softened as he nodded minutely, silently telling me that he understood that I wasn't doing it on purpose. I've never considered myself a tease and I wouldn't start now, especially in the middle of a dangerous job.
"You've caught the eye of every man we've passed and at least half the women." Ranger eyes darkened further as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine as he said that it was obvious that they wanted to fuck me and it was driving him mad.
"What about you?" I shot back, wanting to know. "Do you want to fuck me?" My heart beat wildly in my chest, surprising even myself with my sudden boldness.
Ranger dipped his head the rest of the way, which wasn't that much thanks to my FMPs, pressing his mouth against my parted one. As we kissed, his hands roamed my body somewhat roughly. He touched me everywhere; breasts, hips, back, lower abdomen, thighs, ass… everywhere!
"What do you think, Babe?" He rasped as we gasped for breath, our chests brushing with the ragged movement.
"Yes." I answered, smiling as delicious heat shot through my body.
It was my turn to crush my lips with his, gasping into his mouth when his hands finally traveled to my most intimate zone.
Yes! It's been so long since we've been together, yet the heat we generate between us doesn't seem to have sizzled out. No, it's been simmering on low this whole time. A shiver traveled down my spine, because we're about to come together and combust.
I moaned in astonishment when he skimmed a finger along my entrance. I noted that my thong was gone and I couldn't tell myself how he got it off of me. It seems this isn't going to be a slow and gentle type of coupling, which was fine by me. Faintly, the realization that this was highly unprofessional flashed through my mind, yet I couldn't care less.
By the time Ranger finally inserted a finger inside of me, I was writhing against his taut front and needing more contact. He grinned, leaning closer to recapture my lips in a searing kiss after my shocked gasp ended our previous liplock. Our tongues tangled, intensifying our connection as his fingers continued their exploration of my doodah.
I ran my hands over his chest and abs just as greedily as he skimmed his large hand across my heated skin. He grumbled in annoyance, kissing my mouth harder as I purposely ignored his erection. Mmm, he was so so hard. I could feel him poking and brushing against my hip with our combined movements. A rush of heat rushed through me at the knowledge that he was in this desperate state because of me.
There's always been an almost insatiable sexual tension between us since day one. If lust's all that swirls between us, then it'd be easier to stay away from each other. But both of us know that there's more between us. Ranger and I share a connection so deep that it's indescribable… magical even. Yes, we love each other. Probably always will, even if nothing formal ever comes of this love.
Ranger was deliciously hard, looking completely fuckable. And he made sure to ignite my desire, enveloping me in the same lustful haze. That's another thing between us: we tend to match each other's energy, in and out of he bedroom.
I finally curled my fingers around his hardness, tugging enthusiastically before palming the head. In return, his tongue tangled with mine and his hand gripped my hip forcefully as his other continued touching my folds.
I continued to stroke his cock in time to the finger he was pumping inside me. We wrenched our mouths apart, gasping for air once again. Ranger snaked the hand not buried between my thighs around my hip, moving up the length of my spine until it wrapped around the back of my neck. His lips scattered scorching hot opened mouth kisses across my chest on his descent to my breasts.
He's a wonderful lover. Ranger's hot, sexy and the sex if just fantastic. But he's magic when it comes to becoming one. Even during the most carnal of encounters, there's a connection between us that goes beyond the physical realm.
After building deliciously for several heated moments the orgasm barreled through me, sweeping over me as wave after wave erupted from my core.
"Ranger!" I moaned, throwing my head back as I gasped for air during the exquisite release of pleasure.
His long fingers coaxed even the last bit of pleasure out of that release, making me smile lazily as he closed his luscious lips over a pebbled nipple. He used his free hand to caress my neglected breast, making me sigh contently as I moved to wrap my arms around his neck instead of digging my nails into his biceps for support.
"Stephanie." The use of my given name made me return my attention to his face as he pulled away from my boobs. Behind the heated desire in his gaze I saw a flicker of another emotion. I melted against him, recognizing the feeling. Why are we such stubborn idiots!
His hands moved past my hips, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. With his help and a little added hop from me, I did just that. Reaching my hand behind me, I fumbled clumsily until I found what I was looking for. As soon as my fingers closed over the foil packet, I snatched my arm back. Thankfully there's condoms and anything else you might need everywhere! At Ranger's arched eyebrow, I shrugged as I explained that it would make for easier clean up. We still had a job to do after all.
"Babe." Ranger's lips pressed against mine as I worked on rolling the condom on him. I guess my squirming around didn't help matters any, yet he kept hold of me anyway. He can suit himself, because I don't consider myself dainty in any way.
I gasped into our kiss as he entered me slowly. We broke apart for air with him rocking against me. I trailed a hand down his back, stopping on his lower back to scrape my nails and letting him know that I was good. He got the message, beginning a more steady movement between my thighs.
"We're going to fall." I joked when he made no move to press me up against a wall or sit me down on the counter next to us. In response, Ranger used his hold on me to pull me almost all the way off of him, before slamming back in. "Show off." I moaned, taking the opportunity to trail my lips across his jaw. He can suit himself if he thinks he can keep this up the whole time.
I ran my lips down his throat, meeting his thrusts as best as I could. I continued to touch him, keeping one arm wrapped around his neck and letting my other hand travel over his upper back and chest.
"Unh." He grunted when he felt my hand slip lower, moving torturously down towards our moving lower halves. Ranger growled, unable to knock said hand away after I delivered a few passes to my sensitive bundle of nerves. He was at my mercy, which I took advantage of by touching him where our bodies joined. His response was immediate.
"So close." I buried my face in the crook of his neck, feeling the telltale signs of impending release. I wrapped both arms around his shoulders as he picked up the pace, the force of his thrusts filling the room with the unmistakable sound of flesh slamming together.
One, two, three thrusts later and sweet relief coursed through me. I threw my head back, trying to stifle the loud moans threatening to slip out as I felt Ranger's powerful release following mine.
Our labored breaths bounced off the walls as we tried to settle our racing heartbeats.
"We've been very unprofessional." I cracked as he separated our joined bodies and I was forced to slide down his well defined muscular front. Despite the roaring orgasms, my hormones were still raging. Ranger has that effect on me.
"Babe." Ranger glared at me, but the tips of his mouth lifted up in a half grin. "Let's get this done so that we can get out of here." Ranger's promise that this was just an appetizer caused a shiver to jolt down my spine. Oh boy!
We cleaned up and exited the bathroom only minutes after first entering. Thankfully he didn't tear my thong off of me, so I still had my miniscule cover. I'll show him how extremely grateful I am for that. Later, though.
In our short time of seclusion, additional stragglers had made their way up to this level. The woman trailing after a couple flashed me a knowing grin as I exited after Ranger. When her eyes flicked across his ass, I felt the flush in my face as I realized that he had some very obvious impressions from the pointy heels of my FMPs on his perfect ass cheeks. Oops.
With Ranger shifting back to his usual zen zone, we were able to make quick work of this side of the mansion. As expected, there was some pretty serious secretive action going down on the upper floor. At the end of the hall, towards the back of the house, there was a lot of in and out activity from the only door down that way.
"Incoming, three o'clock." I whispered before wrapping my arms around Ranger's neck and pulling him against me so he could press me into the wall. His face automatically buried against the side of my neck to complete our cover.
I rolled my eyes in a faux attempt to disguise ourselves when a young woman was practically dragged right past us. Our eyes locked briefly on accident. Her hazel eyes bulged out when she realized she had my attention, giving me a haunting pleading look. With our close proximity I noted that one of her pupils had a noticeable abnormality.
As I watched her disappear into the forbidden room, it immediately clicked on me. Jenna Stucky. The college student that went missing a few weeks ago from Rutgers. One of her distinguishable features was her right pupil. I forgot what it was called, but definitely remembered how it looked. And there's no doubt in my mind that it's her. Additionally, before the door closed after Jenna, I caught a glimpse of Diaz Ortega. He's in there with at least one missing girl.
So, I wasted no time whispering what I witnessed into Ranger's ear.
"Let's go." Ranger reached for my wrist, intent on tugging me after him. When I dragged my feet, he narrowed his eyes at me. Our job is basically done. We're not the extraction team. All we had to do was pinpoint where Diaz Ortega was hiding and bounce, because we were quite exposed and unarmed. The next team would handle the capture. However, I didn't want to leave that missing girl behind.
"Go sound the alarm." I told him that I'd stay and watch the door, prepared to fein intoxication if needed.
"No." Ranger shook his head, adamant not to leave me up here without him.
"Yes." I told him we'd miss the chance to capture Diaz Ortega otherwise.
Ranger's large hands cupped my face, leaning closer to me. He's just as imposing in the nude as when he's in full Rangeman gear. "I don't give a fuck about Diaz Ortega."
"I know." I told him that I didn't either. Not really. But I cared about Jenna. She's obviously not here of her own free will. This is our shot. "Please."
Without another word, Ranger dragged me to the end of the hall. Once we were standing at the top of the stairs, he gave me a curt nod. "Wait here." He ordered before flying down the steps, faintly muttering something under his breath as he went.
And I had every intention of waiting for him. I really did, but that was until a loud shriek floated down the hall towards me. No one downstairs would hear it. I grimaced, biting my bottom lip with indecision. I knew that Ranger would be extremely pissed at me if I ignored his order. In the back of my mind I also knew that he'd be back as soon as he could. With reinforcements too!
But then that gut wrenching screech reached my ears and I knew that I wouldn't be able to comply. I just couldn't hang back and not interfere, not when it was clear that someone was in danger.
Good thing I can run in heels, I thought as I hauled my thong encased ass towards the activity.