I wanted to take this chapter up until Stephanie's Birthday, but this chap was almost at 5k words already and I've had it needing edits for a while now. Plus, today we got a crazy thunderstorm (I live in Southern California, specifically Los Angeles. What is rain? lol. To put it simply, it just does not rain in October. I own one jacket, so F me when I got caught in a freak thunderstorm in a T-shirt.), so I said 'Fine! You win, October'.
Thanks for the patience and continued support on this one. Remember it's up to M rating.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to JE.
Rumor- Part II
Day 4- Friday October 4th
Lately, most mornings I wake up gradually just before the blare of my alarm can interrupt my dreamland vacay. Today, however, I awoke suddenly. My eyes were still closed, but I was very much awake and alert. Well, as alert as one can get upon punching back into consciousness. As soon as I took my next breath I was greeted by a heavenly amount of that unique Bulgari/Ranger mix. Yum!
Quickly, everything rushed to the forefront of my memory. My sneaky kiss in his office… That little impromptu kiss on Day 1 sparked this whole thing into motion. The ass wiggle after dinner was a nicely added touch and an extra pull of the tiger's tail. Moving in to Day 2 naughty Steph pulled the tiger's tail, yet again, by invading Ranger's shower and giving myself an orgasm from our combined dry-humping. Or was it wet-humping? Regardless, Mmmm. On Day 3 the tiger retaliated. And oh boy! did Ranger give as good as he got. Yes, we had a little interruption, but once it was handled we got right back to the good stuff, fusing more than our bodies together. It was so hot!
On my exhale, Ranger's hand gave my hip a soft squeeze. I took the opportunity to return the squeeze as I catalogued our positions. He was on his back with one arm curled around my body so his hand could rest on my right hip. My head rested on his chest while half of my body was cushioned by the mattress and the other plastered atop his hard muscled one.
His chest rumbled as he spoke, his tone still soft but above a whisper now that he knew I was awake. I couldn't make out what he was saying, his rapid fire Spanish no match for my non-native Spanish for beginners level.
The hand on my hip squeezed again, squishing a breast and some other sensitive parts to his hard body.
And that's when it hit me why I woke up from my slumber all at once. I had to pee!
Placing a slightly sloppy kiss on a pec, I disentangled myself before I lost mother nature's battle.
I moved around in the darkness, handled mother nature's call, washed my hands and brushed my teeth, before taking the same darken route back to my bedroom.
He was still on the phone, still talking in Spanish. His Cuban heritage really shines through when he switches to Spanish mode. He talks fast, a lot faster than he does when he is in English mode. Maybe that's a language thing? Could be.
I was lost in my internal musings as I climbed back in bed, retaking my previous position. I knew the moment probably wouldn't last long when my eyes flicked to the digital clock on my night stand. But who cares?! I'll take all the Ranger I can get. We've been apart too long.
By the time his phone conversation ended, Ranger's hand had snaked under my sleep tee. His fingers trailed up the length of my spine, caressing softly, before trailing back down again and slipping under the waistband of my panties to cup my bottom.
Oh oh!
"Cheater." He surprised me with the accusation after our chaste good morning peck on the lips type kiss. "Minty." He clarified as the hand he slipped inside my panties splayed possessively over my ass cheeks.
"Cheater?" I forgot all about my indignant protest when I felt his thumb trace the scar on my cheek. Another reminder of all the stuff we've been through, most of it together in some capacity.
As my thigh rubbed against the side of his muscular thigh, I remembered that I fell asleep on the couch alone but woke up with him in my bed. "Why didn't you wake me?" I asked on a half pout, half moan. It's ridiculous how just little kisses and caresses from Ranger get me so worked up.
"You were sound asleep." He shrugged, saying that I was out cold after my eventful day.
I groaned automatically, annoyed. "I was talking in my sleep, again, wasn't I?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Ugh! Everyone finds it amusing that I can sometimes have full blown conversations in my sleep. Valerie would use it to her advantage growing up, making me spill anything juicy or interesting that happened to me. She'd either use the info to blackmail me into doing her chores as kids and teens or she'd tattle on me in order to keep her pristine Saint Valerie status alive.
I felt Ranger's nod. Ugh!
"Where did she grope you?" His tone was even, but I could tell he wasn't happy I'd been groped or that my day was so eventful.
Fucken Joyce! Just the thought of her grabbing my ass and breast with the same hands she's grabbed who knows whom or their junk… bleh!
"Here, here… like this." I used his free hand, the one that had been occupied with his cellphone moments before, to show him how she sneaked up to me from behind to squeeze, quite roughly I might add, my left breast. I only had to nudge slightly the hand he hand splaying on my ass, in order to reenact how Barnhardt squeezed my cheek. He allowed my hands over his to demonstrate how it happened.
That bitch!
Ranger's thoughts were along the same lines because he let out a very territorial and guttural sound. It sounded like a weird mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness. It was quite erotic. "Babe." He massaged the affected areas, almost reverently, as if his touch could soothe and erase Barn-whore's touch. As an added bonus, Ranger tugged my oversized sleep T-shirt up, bunching it above my breasts, so he could kiss the underside of my groped breast. His kisses were soft, wet open-mouth type kisses.
He left a trail of those soft, soothing kisses along my skin, dipping down to leave a diagonal path across my chest and abdomen. Ranger's lips moved past my hip and I knew where his endgame would be. When his fingers gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged, he exposed more skin to continue his kisses. He ended his trail with a loud, lip smacking kiss on my asscheek, right above my scar.
"Better?" He asked when he moved back up my body, his lips now nipping my jaw playfully.
Joyce who?
"Uh-huh." I nodded in acknowledgement instead.
His smiling lips pressed against my parted ones and for a moment I thought we'd continue with his kissing assault and move on to the really good stuff.
He surprised me by suggesting we get out of bed.
To go for a run!
What?!
This month's schedule rotation has me with mandatory gym session on Friday mornings before my work/work shift. I still hate exercise, but the Merry Men have really helped me set up a rotating selection of things to try out that aren't boring. Every month as the schedule rotation changes, so does my gym day and activity. It helps beat the boredom and makes me excited for the new activity rotation. So far the punching and kicking activities have been right up my alley. And my toner things seem to agree, hehe.
Today, Ranger suggested we go for a run. He said a jog outing with him this early morning would count as my gym assignment. He'd even log it in the Rangeman timesheet himself. How generous. I hate running, but it was tempting to spend some extra time with him now that our relationship has morphed into a more intimate status. Maybe, just maybe, he'll go easy on me. The last time I ran with him I lost my breakfast. A girl can dream.
We started with some stretches in the parking lot before Ranger told me which route we'd take. Despite the morning being a bit chilly, Ranger wore some basketball shorts and a tank top. A lot of mocha covered muscles on display. Yum!
Ranger came prepared last night with clothes. Interesting. I've been taking over his closet for years, without being in a relationship/relationship. I find it a bit funny that now he'll start invading my closet, even if it's just with a spare uniform or gym clothes. Surprisingly, the idea of sharing my closet space with him didn't freak me out in the least bit.
Ranger set the pace and despite him going easy on me, I started to lag behind. Not because I couldn't keep up, but instead I was transfixed with the view ahead of me. Mmmm…
As we continued, with me lagging slightly behind, an idea occurred to me. Grinning widely, I picked up speed and did something I've always wanted to do. I created enough momentum to make sure I could succeed and took my leap.
My hands landed on Ranger's mostly bare shoulders to use them as leverage to complete my maneuver. Ranger was quick sensing what was coming, automatically gripping the backs of my thighs.
I hid my happy grin at being successful in getting a piggyback ride, from Ranger of all people, by burying my face against the right side of his neck.
I figured he'd indulge me for a block or maybe two at most, but as the route continued, Ranger made no move to let me down. Fine by me, I thought as I tightened my hold on his midsection with my legs and his shoulders/neck combo with my arms. Of course, my face continued to be pressed against the side of his neck as I enjoyed his steady pace and the scent of his devilish shower gel.
He finally let me get off, but it was only once we were back inside my apartment. I turned to re-lock the door and engage the chain when I felt Ranger's taut body press me firmly against the closed door. He was one rigid line of muscles behind me.
"That was very naughty of you." Ranger said against my right ear as his lips brushed the shell with each spoken word. The muscles of his chest brushed against my back with every breath he took. He was so close his scent was almost intoxicating.
"Huh?" Was all I could say in response. Very articulate. That's me, Stephanie Plum. To say I was caught off guard would be a major understatement.
What did I do?
"I could feel your breath against my neck." His face buried against the side of my neck much in the same way I had done during our run. Well, his run. Snicker. With my curly hair up in a high ponytail, he pretty much had unobstructed access to my neck and shoulders. "I could hear the constant little sighs and moans that escaped your parted lips as they pressed against my skin." I wasn't aware I'd been moaning. Oops. "Your breasts pressed and brushed against my back." He demonstrated by letting me feel his pecs press against my back more firmly in a brushing up and down motion. He was not just telling me. Nope! He was invested in showing me what I'd done to him out there and it was quickly getting to me. "And your heat against the small of my back." He pressed the bottom half of his body against me and man did I feel him hardening further against my anatomy.
"Ranger." I said his name on a moan, which he rewarded by thrusting against my ass.
"Babe." Was his reply, his tone husky. Babe can mean almost anything. This one meant that he wanted me right now.
Yes, please!
In seconds, my long sleeved Tee along with the tank top with built in sports bra were removed in one swift move. I was left naked from the waist up, which gave Ranger ample skin to torture with his lips. And torture he did, skimming his lips seemingly everywhere on my neck, shoulders and back.
When I heard the tear of my work out yoga pants I knew I was about to have the hottest sex as of late. He only tears clothing when he's desperately aroused. Seconds later I was completed naked in my foyer as a small shiver of anticipation coursed through me.
In order to return the favor, I spun around to get him as equally naked. Grabbing the hem of his black shirt, I lifted the material and had it off his perfect muscled torso in a second. I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip when I realized he hadn't even broken a sweat. I don't consider myself dainty, so the fact that he completed our jog with me as added weight was quite a testament to his strength and stamina. I smiled stupidly at his chiseled chest.
Oh, Ranger that's about to change. We're going to get real sweaty.
While I was ogling his chest and deep in my internal musings, Ranger took care of getting himself equally naked. Yum!
I reached for him, but before my fingers could curl around his hard erection, Ranger spun me around to face the door once again. Okay, okay. He wants to play. I smirked when I heard his groan of approval when a shift of my hips had me rubbing my ass against him sans barrier.
He indulged me for a brief moment, before he gave my right asscheek a smack with just enough force to leave a small sting. When his hand snaked to my front, fingers skimming along my doodah I moaned loudly. Oops!
"Babe." This time his nickname for me promised a good time. I know how much my sounds, especially my moans, get to him. He's let too much info slip to the enemy, I thought as I brushed him with my ass again.
My second moan was just as loud as my forehead thumped against the closed door, filling the otherwise silent apartment with noise. When he entered me in one quick stroke, my moaning reached higher decibels. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hopefully wished my neighbors weren't wearing their hearing aids yet. Otherwise I'll have an awkward time running into them…
All thoughts except us ceased as Ranger started moving, eliciting a groan, moan mixture from the both of us. He set a fast and hard pace, angling my ass in the air for a deeper entrance into my doodah.
His pace was fast, coiling us to what promised to be quite an explosive release.
Ranger leaned forward and as his grip on my hips tightened, his lips left a trail of wet, nipping kisses along the line of my spine in an ascending path.
"Ah…" He swallowed my moan with a desperate kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his cock as his hands moved from my hips to close over my breasts as he straightened our bodies. I braced one hand on the door in front of me and the other on his hip as the pleasure kept building and building.
And then…
Poof! Just when we were at the brink of sweet bliss, he pulled out and spun me around.
"Ranger!" I whined, as my inner muscles protested the sudden emptiness. His barely there smirk told me this was payback for me doing the same thing to him yesterday morning.
Okay. I'll give you payback, Ranger.
I smirked back at him, eyes drilling his, as I trailed my fingers along my entrance. I'm aware that I'm pulling the tiger's tail, but it seems to ignite him and snap his oh so tight control. Mmmm…
"You know what?" I said genuinely breathless as I pressed my lips to his softly. "It's okay." I gave him a wink as I brought my glistening fingers to his lips. He unsurprisingly sucked them clean, his groan of approval shooting straight to my doodah. "I'll fly solo this morning." My voice was rough, making me wonder if it was even mine. But we were too far into this to retreat now. With my grin back in place, I sidestepped him and returned the smack to his ass.
Oh, Ranger. You spank me, I spank you.
I made it one step towards the living room when his large hand closed around the back of my neck to whirl me around to face him again. "No." His tone was the commanding one he uses when he's issuing an order at Rangeman. "You're mine." He reminded me that we sealed our new relationship. "No turning back."
As his head dipped for a kiss, I eased out of his hold and walked into the living room. I hid my smirk at being able to turn the tables on him so quickly. He drives me crazy, wild even. But it seems to go both ways. Mr. Always in Control seems to have lost this round. And the previous ones too.
"Babe." He was coming hot behind me. I could feel him mere steps behind, but he's the one that started this payback game. So…
"Sit." It was my turn to command. Surprisingly, Ranger obeyed. Interesting. Well, I encouraged him with a slight shove to his perfectly sculpted muscled chest. Still, he allowed me to. That's gotta count, right?
S&R
Ranger's POV
Babe is definitely calling the shots and I'm not about to stop her, was my last coherent thought as my lips captured hers in a needy beso.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. Too far. Instead, we settled for her couch. With a light shove against my chest, I obliged and planted my ass firmly on a couch cushion. She straddled my lap a moment later, looking extremely sexy in her take charge/commanding role. It was a bit laughable how fast she turned the tables on me.
Our moans mixed in the silent apartment when she sank down my thick, hard cock. She drives me crazy. Always has and always will. My control has definitely snapped and I'm not even sure how we'll survive this new phase for us. It will definitely be hard, very hard to keep our hands off of each other. How I managed to keep my control most of the time in the past, I'll never know. And I am sure as hell I'll never accept to go back to that ever again. Being unable to touch or kiss her will never be a time I want to return to. No. I'm not losing this. I'm not losing us. I'm not losing her.
She'd straddled my lap, sank on my throbbing erection and set the pace. It was beyond erotic watching her move above me. She's been categorized as a prude, fuck the Burg, but with me she's always allowed herself to liberate her desires. With me she lets go. She gets to be who she really wants to be… No, who she really is.
When Babe crushed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply and almost desperately, it was one of her cues that the promised finish line was near. Her fingers combed through my hair as her hands held my head to keep me in place during our heated kiss. As if I'd move or pull away from her lips now. She's going to have to get used to the fact that from now on kisses, caresses and anything else will be unlimited. We've wasted too much time.
My hands joined the mix with my fingers tangling in the stubborn curls that had managed to escape her high ponytail during this enthusiastic session, eliciting a grin from Babe.
When she buried her face against the crook of my neck, it was her silent indication that she was about to crack. And she did, riding out the intense waves of her pleasure.
The thread of my control finally snapped amid the feel of her ragged breathing against my skin, the sounds of her release and the fluttering around my cock. "Babe." I found myself murmuring in Spanish, all these foreign endearments slipping my tongue. She couldn't understand any of it, but she still held onto me tighter. I felt her nod and reply with something that sounded vaguely familiar. Was she talking in Spanish too? I didn't have the attention span at the moment to really focus on her sudden language slip, it'd have to wait, because I felt my own release uncoiling.
"Mmmm…" I heard and felt her satisfied sigh as she slumped against me after I flipped us, my body stretched out along the length of the couch and hers splayed on top of mine, as we worked on catching our breaths.
"Babe." My arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her body tightly against mine. As our bodies cooled, I decided to test the whole language thing. I proposed, in Spanish and as I drew random patterns on her lower back, a quick stop before we went to Rangeman.
Her laugh reverberated through my body since her lips were still pressed against my throat. I squeezed her again in response, causing our torsos to press impossibly together. "You're really offering to take me out for pancakes before our shifts?" Was her breathy reply.
"También hablas Español, Babe?" I asked, pleasantly surprised to know she really does speak, as well as understand, Spanish now. Or at least some of it.
"Poquito." Was her modest reply.
She thought she was being slick as she scurried off my lap, but she was wrong.
"Ranger!" Babe's shriek at realizing I'd thrown her over my shoulder only made me laugh. God, it felt good to laugh. To laugh with her. And she's one of the few people who can make me really laugh. With one had splayed on her perfect bare ass and the other wrapped around a luscious thigh, I carried my precious cargo back to the bedroom.
Turning my head slightly, I pressed an open mouthed kiss on her left hip, before throwing her playfully on the bed. I watched mesmerized as she bounced slightly on the mattress and tangled sheets, her girlish giggle doing some interesting things to my libido. I want her so damn much it's fucken scary.
As I crawled over her body, I watched her laughter subside as her eyes grew wider. Her blue eyes seemed to glow as they tracked my movements, quickly realizing my intentions. "Otra vez?!" She asked with a surprised shriek.
"Babe." I grinned as I trapped her tempting little body under mine. Yes, Babe, again!
S&R
We showered, dressed and made it to the diner with enough time to have breakfast before we had to make it in to Rangeman.
As we were getting dressed, I explained that I had to leave for Miami. She'd probably deduced there were issues at the Miami Branch thanks to the early morning call, but she surprised me by not asking for details. She's usually really curious so it threw me for a loop. Shrugging it off, I asked if she wanted to come with me to Miami. Granted, I proposed the trip while she was shimming into a torturously tiny thong before she grabbed her cargo pants. She was deliberately giving me a show and my palms itched to reach for her.
But I didn't, instead getting my fill as she dressed and I did the same.
Now, as she's devouring her pancake monstrosity and letting those tiny satisfied moans escape, I'm rethinking my whole Miami trip. Two weeks away from her at this point in our newfound relationship is not going to work for me. It won't work for us.
"Stop it." I heard her say before she took another bite of the syrup drenched buttermilk pancakes. On this forkful she at least made sure to spear both fresh strawberry and banana pieces.
"Stop what?" I shot back, taking a sip of my black coffee as I watched her enjoy her breakfast.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a meal." She huffed out as if it were obvious.
A bark of laughter escaped me and the look she shot me was nothing less than adorable. "Babe." Of course she's a meal.
"Ranger!" She shot me a death glare when I took her plate and placed it next to my coffee cup on my side of the booth. I crooked my finger for her to sit with me on the same side of the booth. She gave me a wary look, but stood up nonetheless. "Ranger?" Those blue orbs gave me another pointed look when I didn't stand up to let her pass. "Fine." She wasn't happy. Messing with her food is never a good idea, but I'm sure I can handle her retaliation.
I was so wrong. She basically climbed over my lap, thrusting and brushing her ass against my crotch as she scooted past me, somehow managing the task of sitting on the booth's cushion next to me.
"Ha." The triumphant look she gave me while enjoying another forkful of food was full of victorious mischief.
"Babe." My hand squeezing her thigh under the table was unexpected to her. We don't really do public displays of PDA, so it made her flick her gaze to my hand on her thigh, silently assessing.
"Ranger." She shot back, smirking adorably when her hand landed on my thigh. Two can play.
Oh, Babe. How will I survive two weeks without you?