Not mine, but a girl can dream.
Warning: language and and smut, actually this chapter is lots of smut, but all integral to the storyline, I promise you.
I know nothing about Latin dancing. Everything I wrote in here about dancing came from u tube and internet research. So forgive any mix ups in that area.
Thank you so much for taking the time to review. It makes my muse happy and write faster.
Better Man 13
Storyline borrowed from Lean Mean 13
The host found us and led us to our table near the back of the restaurant. It was a semicircular booth so Ranger and I were able to sit next to each other without it looking odd. We felt the need to be touching I didn't really want to resort to playing footsie. We were sitting close enough that our thighs were touching. Ranger held my hand on the table between us. His other arm was behind me, resting on top of the booth.
Since the food here never changed either we ordered quickly, without the need for a menu. Ranger also ordered us a bottle of wine. Wow. The bottle he ordered cost what I would pay for a killer pair of FMPs. My budget was more of the screw top variety. I wondered if more expensive wine makes you get drunk slower. If I wanted to make it to dancing, I needed to pace myself. Luckily we had a male waiter and I didn't have to worry about the waitress dropping the glassware when she got a good look at Ranger. I mean Carlos. I found myself using them interchangeably, depending on the situation. So far the Carlos has only been when we were intimate, but it was creeping onto my tongue when it was just the two of us.
"Deep thoughts Babe?" He asked, playing with one of the curls I left down.
"Nope, I was just thinking about you." That got a smile from him. "You have always been Ranger to me, and I still think of you that way. But since I started using your name when we are, you know…" I blushed and dropped my eyes from his.
He used his finger to tip my head up. He gave me a small kiss and a smile. "God, I love it when you blush. You are adorable." He leaned forward to whisper the next part in my ear, his hand slid down my back to caress my hip, his voice dropped "But I also love it when Bad Stephanie comes out to play and orders me to fuck her silly. And you know I love it when you scream my name when you come." He kissed me again. I was getting so turned on it was dizzying. "I think it is best at work and when we are on the street you still call me Ranger. But when it is just us or we are out socially Carlos is fine, it's nice. But whatever you are comfortable with." He picked up the hand he was holding and turned it over to kiss my palm.
"Ok, I just didn't want you to develop a split personality." He grinned. "There are times where Carlos feels right, like when…" Damn. I blushed again. "But there are sometimes I am not sure. Like with my parents."
"Babe, when I met your parents before, it was more as a co-worker so Ranger was appropriate. But now, I think it would be better for them, easier for them if they used my name." He was tracing random patterns on my bare back with the hand that wasn't holding mine.
"I think you are right, it will be easier to see me with Carlos, than it would for them to see me with Bad Ass Ranger. Not that I don't love Bad Ass Ranger. I mean I love Bad Ass Ranger; he's hot, he's Batman, and he's my hero." Omigod. I just said I love Ranger, I mean I said I loved Bad Ass Ranger, but still. Eek. I gave him a quick kiss, "But he's not the man that will make it easier for my mother to sleep at night." I moved my free hand to his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "By the way, what the hell got into her back there? I think aliens have taken over her body!"
He laughed, "Babe."
"She hugged me! Did you see that? She never hugs me. The Plums don't do hugs; we show our emotions with food and shouting and angry Italian hand gestures." I poked him in the chest. Ouch! "And you! What did you do to her?" He quirked an eyebrow at me and I continued "I have seen you render many a woman speechless with your charms, but never my mother. I thought she was immune."
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. He smiled. "Babe, tonight she met Carlos, the man who is crazy about her daughter. She likes him better than Bad Ass Ranger. It doesn't bother me. I know who I am; I chose what side I let people see. She was pleased for you. As hard as she has been on you in the past, I would still like to think that she wants you to be happy."
Happy? His words reminded me of my conversation with my Mom and Grandma at the house today. Mom was going to put two and two together and then she would really have that aneurysm. I groaned, "Oh. My. God." I tried to thunk my head on the table, but Ranger stopped me before I could even get in even one good thunk.
"Babe?" He looked concerned. He should be.
"Did you talk to Lester about today?" He nodded yes. "Did he mention that we stopped at my parents' house and I had a conversation with my Mom and Grandma?"
He was grinning at me, "He said you come from a long line of scary women." I scowled at him. Ranger had said nearly the same thing to me once. "I asked him more, but he claimed he couldn't and he was suffering from PTSD. Did your Grandma grope him?"
Glaring at him I answered, "No Ranger, I protected Lester from my big scary Grandma. Honestly, your men being afraid of my Grandma is ridiculous. She is in her 80's for Chrissake." I huffed. "No, he was talking about my Mom and Grandma and the Hungarian Inquisition." He raised his eyebrow so I figured I should just get it over with. "Well when we got there my Mom kept looking at me funny and I didn't know why. She questioned if I really broke up with Joe." I felt Ranger stiffen; he thought he knew where this was going. I squeezed his thigh to reassure him. "No, she didn't say she thought I should go back to him. She was just um, confused."
Now came the embarrassing part. Deep breaths, "You know how I told you everyone can tell when I've, um you know." I blushed again and Ranger chuckled, but didn't make me say it. I don't know what my deal was. I didn't have any problem telling him to fuck me harder last night, but this was different, in public. Well that and my parents were in the same room. I could see them from our table, but they were far enough away that I knew they couldn't hear us. Every time I glanced their way, they were smiling at us. Weird.
"Well I didn't know my family could tell too, or maybe they couldn't before, but they can now. My mom couldn't quite bring herself to ask so Grandma did. She wanted to know if it wasn't Joe, who helped me get my happy on. She asked if it was you, the Bounty Hunter with the nice package." Ranger groaned at the nickname. "Then she asked Lester if it was him. He choked on his coffeecake!" I was grinning at that one, but Ranger didn't seem to think it was so funny. "Then Grandma said she knew it hadn't been Joe, that he would never be able to do a quality job like this." I pointed at myself. Now Ranger looked downright pleased. I was mortified about the whole thing. "I bet your Abuela doesn't ask you about your sex life." I groaned.
Ranger was trying to stop laughing. "No Babe, my Abuela Rosa does not want to know anything about my sex life, unless she is asking me when I am going to give her more great grandchildren. And as for your Grandma tell her thank for the vote of confidence." He was still laughing.
I punched him in the arm. Damn. Mental Note: Punching Batman hurts like hell too. Don't do it. Ouch.
"Laugh all you want funny man. You can thank her yourself at dinner on Sunday." He stopped laughing. "I can't believe you volunteered to come to dinner. And I didn't have to blackmail you. You must have really wanted to impress my Mom." Now I was smirking. I had to promise Joe all sorts of stuff to get him to dinner, all sexual of course.
"Babe, your family is crazy. Dinner at your parents' house, well there is no way to describe dinner at your parents' house. But if that is where you will be Sunday night, then that is where I will be Sunday night." He was smiling again. I had a feeling I had a matching smile on my face.
"Carlos, you are either a very brave or a very stupid man." I kissed him. "I think we will go with brave." I teased him.
Our dinner arrived. It was wonderful. Like it would be any other way with Ranger? The man had great karma. Either that or the karma gods were afraid of Bad Ass Ranger too.
As I moaned in appreciation, I saw Ranger's eyes darken. He leaned into me, "You know Babe, I would be jealous if I didn't know the sounds you make for me are much more passionate." He kissed me as he brought his fingers up to trace my jaw line. I could feel his fingers caress the earring. He liked seeing them on me.
"You didn't have to do all of this you know, the dress, the shoes, and the jewelry. It isn't your money I want." I was worried about my Mom's reaction to him. Did she like him just because he could buy me nice things?
He kissed me quickly on the lips. "Stephanie, I know you aren't interested in the money. That is why I loved doing it and why I will continue to do it." I knew I sounded like a broken record. It was just hard for me to accept such extravagant gifts. I had no experience with this, I couldn't think of a single thing Joe had given me, other than grief.
"I am doing it because I want to, not because you expect it. Do you know what it does to me to see you in that dress? You take my breath away; the dress matches your eyes perfectly." I must have had a puzzled look on my face; the dress was much darker than my eyes. His smile was sexy, "Not now, the color they are when we are together, making love, when you are screaming my name." Just the man's words made my panties damp. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. "I wanted to bring you here, for people to see you, see us. For them to know that you are with me, that you are mine."
"Yours." It was not really a question, but not a statement either. He had said it before, but I wasn't really in a mindset to discuss the implications at the time. I was a little busy having a doomsday orgasm.
"Mine. Does that bother you?" His voice was soft.
I smiled at him, "No. I feel like it should though." I paused, wondering how to phrase my thoughts, "If any other man had said that to me, I would have castrated him." I think he paled a little at the thought. "I never belonged to Joe, hell I never belonged to Dickie and he was my husband. I never wanted to belong to anyone." He was gently rubbing my back, encouraging me to continue.
"I always felt that if I did, it would give them control, that I wouldn't be me." I looked up at him. "But with you, it feels right. I know you want me for me, not what you can change me into. I want to belong to you. If I am honest with myself I've been yours for a long time, whether you knew it or not, it didn't even matter if I wanted to. I've been yours since our first night together, when you ruined me for all other men." He smiled at the words he had used to scare off Joyce.
I took a deep breath, "I was yours even when I was with Joe; I just tried not to think about it. I didn't think you wanted me, not like this." A tear slipped out against my will, but I needed to go on. "That's why, why I couldn't be with you again, not like I was with Joe. I couldn't do casual with you. It was too much." He brushed the tear away with his thumb before kissing my cheek where the tear had been.
Gently he prodded, "What changed? These last few days, before tonight, before I could say the words?"
I smiled at him and shrugged, "I got tired; tired of fighting it, tired of settling, tired of being too scared to take the chance. I figured, you were my best friend and I knew you loved me, in your own way." He tried to interrupt, but I placed my finger on his lips as I continued, "And whatever way that was, it was enough, whether we just stayed friends who slept together or became something more." I gave him a soft smile before kissing him tenderly.
He was going to say something, but the waiter came to clear our plates and take our dessert order. I took the chance to excuse myself and run to the ladies room. I needed to take of Mother Nature, but I also needed a moment to collect myself. Talking about how I feel does not come easily. Angry feelings I can yell with the best of them. I am half Italian. But words of love and affection are best swallowed along with a pint of Ben and Jerry's. I just needed a moment to pull myself together. I was surprised I wasn't scared, just emotional. Crying on a first date is not good.
I finished up and stepped to the mirror to touch up my makeup. My mind wandered. Carlos had mentioned his Abuela asked for more great grandchildren. Did he want more children? Did he want them with me? Did I want children? I had always said no. The thought of having Joe's children gave me hives. All I could see were naughty little boys running around the house ripping down the curtains and finger painting poor Bob. I saw myself standing in front of the stove, dinner burning and toddler screaming in my arms. I shuddered.
I thought of having Ranger's children and I saw a little boy with Ranger's mocha skin, big brown eyes and quiet demeanor sitting next to me while we read a book. I imagined a baby girl in my lap with the same mocha skin, my blue eyes and curly hair curiously trying to tug at her big brothers book. Gulp. Where did that come from? Bad Stephanie smirked. She was determined to get me in big trouble. I have never imagined myself with children. I was so paranoid that for years I have secretly gotten birth control shots, while still having Joe and Dickie use condoms. I never fully trusted either of them I guess, to not give me some disease or poke holes in them hoping for a baby. Huh. I never asked Ranger to wear one. He had never asked me about it either. We had never used a condom. I trusted him. He on the other hand probably had my whole medical chart from my Doctor's office. Damn Batman.
Pulling myself back to reality, I went back to checking myself out in the mirror. My hair still looked good and my lipstick too. The heavy makeup I had put on my arm to cover the bruises from Joe had also held up well. I worried about it later with dancing; if I got sweaty it wouldn't hold. The earrings looked fabulous. I was smiling at my reflection when I heard the door open and in walked my mother. Uh oh. She was still smiling. That was a good sign right? Maybe I could deflect her questions. Distraction was my specialty.
"Are you and Daddy having a good time?" I asked her.
"Yes, we are. I would ask you if you and Carlos were enjoying yourselves, but I think it is pretty obvious to the whole restaurant." What did that mean? "Your dress is lovely. You two look good together. I never realized he was so handsome. I have only seen him in black combat gear." Ok, she didn't say looking like a street thug, that's good. I mean I thought he looked like a Cuban Sex God in anything, or nothing Bad Stephanie added.
My mom sucked in a big breath. Fuck. Out loud.
"Stephanie," uh oh, "I know you are a grown woman, but as your mother I could do without that information." I wasn't close enough to the wall to thunk my head into it, so I just smiled apologetically. "But I can see how happy he makes you. I have never seen you look like this, not with Joe, not even when you married Dickie." Mentally I snorted. There was nothing about those two that compared to being with Carlos.
She studied me a moment and then added, "When you were at the house today, I knew something was different, but I didn't know who, why. It was Carlos wasn't it?" Who is this reasonable woman and what has she done with my mother? Did she just calmly ask me to confirm that the radioactive afterglow I was sporting was caused by The Cuban Sex God? And she looked happy about it!
Speechless I just nodded.
"Well you should get back to him. We will see you both on Sunday," she dismissed me. Dazed, I made my way back to our table.
I sat down next to Carlos, still stunned. He ran his fingers lightly up and down my arm trying to get my attention. "Babe, Steph, are you ok? You're looking a little crazy there." He joked.
I couldn't form full sentences, "Bathroom, my Mom, she knows, I called you the Cuban Sex God, thought of you naked – out loud, she's still happy." His ESP must have been working because he didn't ask me to explain.
"Babe," it sounded like you are crazy, but you are mine.
"Carlos," I whined. He kissed me, softly and sweetly, wiping all thoughts of my encounter with my mother from my mind.
Still a little out of it, I was surprised to feel something smooth and creamy on my lips, mmm…tiramisu. I moaned and licked my lips. Carlos's eyes were dark. He fed me another bite. There was a little bit left on my lips, Carlos leaned in and licked my lips clean, kissing me before feeding me another mouthful. This time he cleaned the mess from my lips with his thumb. He tried to pull it away, but I sucked it into my mouth licking it clean. He groaned. I moved my hand a little higher up his thigh. The last bite I made a point of holding the tines of the fork with my lips, making sure to get every last bit. My tongue darted out to clean any dessert that was left there. Carlos watched transfixed. I swept my hand over his zipper and he growled.
Lightening fast Carlos left more than enough cash on the table to cover the bill and whisked me out the front door. We didn't need to stop and say goodbye to my parents as they had already left, thankfully before dessert became x-rated. As we approached the Turbo, Ranger pressed me up against the car and was kissing me senseless. When he broke the kiss he whispered in my ear huskily, "I will never complain about you eating dessert again." His breathing was labored.
"Promise?" I purred. He growled and kissed me long and hard before getting me settled in the car. I flipped down the mirror to check my make-up before we hit the club. Wow. My lipstick could use a touch up, but considering the assault my lips had been under, it held up well. I reapplied. I ran my tongue over top of my teeth to see if there was any lipstick there. Then I ran my tongue over my lips, testing the smudging myself.
"Playing with fire Babe," Ranger's eyes twinkled black in the night. Omigod.
Bad Stephanie took over, baiting him. "So…"
In a flash he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me over the console and into his seat, so I was straddling him. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the Porsche gods that the windows were tinted. I wondered how good the shocks were. His hands were under my dress, tracing up the back of my legs, playing with the lace at the top of my thigh highs before moving to my ass and lacy panties, I was wet and waiting for him. His tongue traced the same path his finger had in the garage at Haywood. As his tongue reach the v at my breasts, his tongue darted under the fabric to caress my nipple. I shuddered and moaned.
The next thing I knew I was back in my seat, my belt was buckled and Ranger was peeling out of the lot. I looked to see how the hell he could achieve his zone now. He was not in the zone. He had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. He was pretty pleased with himself.
"Bastard," I shot at him while I tried to collect myself.
He chuckled, "It's not nice to pull the tiger's tail Babe."
I sighed, "Not my fault."
"Bad Stephanie?" he asked.
"Yup."
He groaned and shifted gears needlessly. I smirked.
We drove to the new club; it was outside the burg, in downtown Trenton. They had renovated the old theatre into a dance club. The big neon sign still flashed outside, The Paramount. The club was taking full advantage of the whole Dancing with the Stars thing and showcased Ballroom Dancing. During the day, they offered lessons. In the evening it was a club, with the professional dancers mingling around the dance floor. The music was modern and moves on the dance floor ranged from your basic bump and grind to competition grade ballroom dancing. They had theme nights showcasing different styles of dancing. Tonight the focus was Latin Dancing. Yum.
Ranger found a spot in the front of the lot, naturally. The line to get in reached around the block, and I was really not looking forward to that. I shouldn't have been surprised when Ranger walked us right to the front door. The bouncer nodded and allowed us in. I looked at Ranger in question, "Rangeman does security." He answered. Of course they do. That explained why the guys were coming here. It wasn't your usual pick up spot.
The interior was a throwback to the roaring twenties. I felt like I had just stepped into an old black and white movie. Of course I was no Ginger Rodgers, but Fred Astaire had nothing on Ranger. The club was full, but not overly so. I was swiveling my head back and forth trying to take everything in. Ranger was walking ahead of me, holding my hand as I trailed behind. When Ranger needed to get somewhere, people generally moved out of his way, with me not so much. He pulled me up beside him and his hand went to my back to steer me the rest of the way. I saw the Merry Men around a table just off the dance floor.
I smiled and gave a finger wave to the guys as we approached them. I got some wolf whistles in appreciation as we approached.
Tank leaned down and kissed my cheek, "Damn Bombshell." He looked me over from tip to toe.
Bobby took my hand and kissed it. I got hugs and from Hal, Vince and Cal. I was making my way through the Merry Men and back to Ranger when Lester grabbed me. He raised my hand high above my head and twirled me around, and then he dipped me. As I came back up, he gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips. I smiled at his silliness. I felt Ranger behind me as he slid his arm around my waist and he pulled me to him. "Mine," he growled.
Lester just laughed. Ranger spun me around and kissed me deeply, partly for me and to a certain extent for show. When he finished I had to pry my hands from his dress shirt and tried to smooth the wrinkles I had left. Oops. He gave me the wolf grin. He turned me back to face everybody else and wrapped both of his arms around my waist.
"You two alright here with us or do you want to get your own table?" Lester was pulling the tiger's tail. Ranger growled and I blushed.
Ranger headed to the bar to get us drinks and I had to check for drool as I watched his gorgeous ass disappear into the crowd. Lester cleared his throat and I blushed, turning around to chat with the Merry Men. Well as much as Merry Men chat. Lester pulled me aside and asked how my date was, waggling his eyebrows at me. I gave him the highlights: Rossini's, seeing my parents, my Mom being weird. He laughed when I told him Carlos was coming to dinner at the Plum house on Sunday. When I used Ranger's name, Lester raised an eyebrow, but didn't pry.
Ranger returned with our drinks. I took a big gulp of my margarita before pulling him out onto the dance floor. The dance floor was big. There was even a stage that they used for competitions and performances. I saw that the guys had found dance partners. Lucky bitches. Good to know Bad Stephanie was joining us for the rest of the evening. The music was modern Latin, slow and sexy. I recognized some of it, Rihanna, Christina Aguilera, Shakira, and Santana. Other songs I just recognized the beat and what dances would fit.
Ranger pulled me to him as a new song started. He placed one hand on my hip and the other low on my back. We swayed to the music. I draped my arms around his neck as we moved together. He moved us side to side, rolling his hips. Our eyes were fixed on each other while our bodies moved as one. With the look in his eyes I had to remind myself we were on the dance floor in front of a lot of people, not at home in bed, or on the table, or in the shower or up against the wall. Well you know what I mean. He was not lying; these moves are very similar to the ones I have seen before. He must have had his ESP working because his eyes dilated and he kissed me long and hard. His hand on my back moved up to the back of my neck to pull my mouth further into his. The hand on my hip slid around to my ass pulling me tighter to him, as he ground his hips into me. I could feel him harden against me. I moaned into his mouth. As we pulled back to breathe, I realized my hands were fisted in his hair. What this man does to me.
We moved against each other, not paying much attention as the songs changed. Our moves were not classic, but a fusion of dances, a Latin version of Dirty Dancing. God could the man move. My dance instructor had always talked about the Cuban hip action that was so important; I am guessing Ranger was born with it. Ohmigod did I love his Cuban hip action. I let him move my body against his. His hands caressed my bare back and moved down to cup my ass as I rolled my hips into his. We sped up and slowed down to match the music, but the heat between us continued to build.
The rhythm of the music had me moving in ways I'd long forgotten. He slipped his leg between mine, moving me up to ride his thigh. His arms supported me as I arched backwards before rolling myself up to face him again. His eyes were dark. He was in full Cuban Sex God mode, his dark hair framing his gorgeous face. I fisted one hand in his silky locks and pulled him to me. His lips crashed onto mine our tongues swirling. He angled my head to give him better access as he trailed kisses down my throat. I moaned and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me. We were spiraling out of control. He came to his senses first as he pulled back, putting a little space between us.
"Babe," he whispered hoarsely which I think meant we'll pick this up later. God I hoped so.
"Drink," was all I could get out. He grinned and gave me a quick kiss before we headed back to our table. The Merry Men were of course surrounded by beautiful women. I had seen them out on the dance floor. For big ex Army men, these guys could move. Ranger handed me my margarita before taking a long pull of his Corona. I watched his Adam's apple work to swallow. I had to fight the urge to run my tongue over it. I licked my lips. I heard a low growl and drug my eyes up to meet his which were now almost black. I gulped before taking a big drink of my margarita. I looked over my glass at him before running my tongue along the glass, collecting some of the salt before taking another drink. His breath hitched as he drew his gaze from my mouth up to my eyes. Bad Stephanie was playing with fire again, and this time she was hoping like hell to get burned. Ranger looked ready to pounce.
I felt an arm snake around my waist and Lester laughed, whispering to me, "You better come dance with me Beautiful before he eats you alive."
Lester pulled me back to the dance floor as they started the Samba. If there was a dance for Lester this would be it. It was fun and flirty. I was relieved too; it wasn't one of the sexier Latin dances. Well all of the Latin dances were sexy as were all of the Merry Men. But there was more space between the dancers, so I wasn't grinding on him. Pretty sure the tiger would not like that. My hormones were in overload after dancing with Carlos all night – yes, being that close to him in such a familiar way had me calling him Carlos. I was hoping I would be screaming it at home very soon.
Wow. Lester could dance! Well I guess being Carlos's cousin he was at least partly Cuban. I wondered if little Cuban children had to take Latin dance classes like all burg children had to take ballroom lessons. He flexed and rolled his hips and he spun me around the dance floor. I laughed and smiled as I teased him with my own moves. The dress Carlos had given me was perfect. I grabbed the full skirt and swished it as I danced. It was fun to make use of all of the moves I had learned in college, but never got to use. Maybe I can convince Carlos to bring me back here again. As the song ended Lester pulled me to him and hugged me placing a sweet kiss on my forehead. I grinned up at him. I started back to the table, but didn't get far before Carlos had me in his arms and was kissing me.
"Babe," his voice was husky, "Where did you learn to dance?"
I grinned. He hadn't known everything about me. He and I had been dancing all night, but more club dancing, nothing formal. I smiled at him, "College. I took class for a PE credit and I liked it. So I took a few more classes and there was a group of us who would go to the clubs in Newark together on the weekends. I haven't danced in years though." I sighed; Joe had never taken me dancing. Hell, I don't think he even knew I liked dancing. The Dick and I only danced at our wedding and it was your basic boring wedding waltz.
The next song was classic Rumba. The Rumba was my favorite dance. It has been called the woman's bedroom dance. I once heard it described as a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. When I heard the song I moaned and leaned into Carlos. He held one of my hands up above our shoulders while his other rested on my hip. He swiveled our hips in a figure eight. I moaned in appreciation as he continued to move our bodies together. Omigod. He has been holding out on me. These were not just his god given Cuban genes at play here. This man was dancing the Rumba. He slipped his leg between mine, pulling me high up on his thigh before lowering me back over his knee. I moaned as my center brushed against his muscled thigh, and I felt a new rush of wetness.
He spun me out to the side, my hand on his shoulder and his on mine as we both rocked our hips seductively, our eyes on each other. How is it possible that I missed the way he looked at me for so long? His need for me was crystal clear. I am sure my eyes showed him the same. As he spun me back to him he turned me so my back was to his front and held my hand high as I twisted my hips down his body before moving back up again slowly. I teased him as I came up, making sure I brushed against him, he was so deliciously hard. I heard him growl as he twirled me out quickly before grabbing my hand and spinning me back the other way. I gave him my sexy smile. He pulled me in close as we finished the dance face to face, the heat between us building. As the song closed he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard with lots of passion and promise.
We were both breathing heavily as he led me back to our table. The guys were just staring at us. Apparently they didn't know Ranger could dance. Either that or they were surprised that I had managed to keep from tripping, falling and starting a fire or an explosion of some sort. I grabbed my drink and downed the rest of it, desperate to cool down, both hormonally and otherwise. Ranger chuckled at me, pulling me close. He nuzzled into my neck before kissing it and whispering into my ear, "Home?" Thoughts of what I could finally do to this man once we were alone overcame me. All I could do was moan and nod my head.
He pulled us to a door that lead to the alley. The cool air felt wonderful on my overheated skin. Just as we were out the door, one of the Rangemen bouncers grabbed Ranger with a problem.
"Babe, I'll just be a minute. Why don't you sit at the bar?" He apologized.
I fanned myself with my clutch. "I'll just wait here Carlos, the cool air feels good." Plus I needed to cool my hormones otherwise I was going to jump him before we made it to the car.
He gave me a ferocious kiss, a promise of things to come. "Mine," he growled before disappearing in the club.
I leaned up against the wall of the building, pressing my hot body into the cool brick. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
I heard a noise. I knew I wasn't alone and my eyes snapped open. Fuck. I really gotta stay out of alleys.
My eyes narrowed, as I spoke his name "Joe."