AN: Stephanie and Ranger hijacked this part and so it turned out way longer than planned. I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading all your thoughts and comments. Keep them coming!
As always, no profit is earned by me. I'm only playing with Ranger for fun. And boy, is he ever fun.
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She had astonished me, done something so unexpected that I was momentarily stunned.
Somehow she'd managed to take control and reverse my plan of attack, making it her own.
I couldn't decided if I was pissed off or even more turned on than when I'd walked through the door.
Going by the uncomfortable pressure of my pants trying to contain my swollen cock, I'd have to conclude the latter.
No woman has ever been able to affect me this way. I felt a little off balance, a little wild. When I finally moved my feet to follow her out of the room, I was surprised to find my legs were slightly shaky.
I progressed down the hallway, feeling like I'd just run a few miles on a treadmill. This was ridiculous. I needed to get a grip and take back the reigns I'd somehow relinquished to Stephanie. I schooled my war face into place and sought her out.
If she wanted to play – we would play.
I found her standing in her little dining area inspecting the leather jacket I'd left on the chair. When Hector told me about the boots, I'd gone out and bought it for her. An image of her wearing the jacket and boots and nothing else flashed through my brain. Christ.
My motorcycle boots were silent on the carpet so she was oblivious to my approach. I came up behind her and slid my hands into the open sides of her shirt. She inhaled a sharply drawn breath when my thumbs gently grazed the underside of her breasts as I moved to encircle her abdomen. The bare skin was unbelievably soft under my touch and I bit back a moan at the feel of it on my fingers.
"Ranger…" My name left her throat on a raspy whisper of longing. I brushed my lips over the nape of her neck and she shivered in my arms. I moved my hands up and filled my palms with her breasts. The nipples pebbled beneath them and I rolled the right one through my thumb and forefinger. "Shit," she said softly as her arms came up and looped backwards around my neck. She leaned her body into me, tangled her hands in my hair and twisted her head around to capture my lips with hers.
Our tongues collided and began a battle for dominance which I won when I let my hands travel down over her abs and slide into the front of her shorts. When I discovered the bare mound of flesh under the thin layer of denim, my balls tightened and my hips thrust reflexively. She had waxed everything. It was almost enough to derail my determined power play and it took a considerable amount of effort not to bend her over the table and ram my throbbing dick into her from behind.
I was going to win this round even if it meant suffering through a severe case of blue balls so I slid a finger between her folds and over the sensitive nub nestled between. She broke the kiss on a gasp and her eyes flew open. I nipped at her bottom lip and then drove two fingers inside her without warning.
A strangled groan and a murmured 'Oh God' fell from her lips and then she moved her hips from side to side rubbing her ass over my erection. I needed to stop this while I still could. One more move like that, one more sound, and I would have my cock submerged to the hilt. The game would be over.
I released her bluntly and grabbed the jacket she'd let fall to the floor when I wrapped my arms around her. "Ready to go?" I asked in a deceptively neutral tone. "The guys are already there, waiting on us." I held open the jacket for her and she stared at me in slack-jawed disbelief.
It was incredibly difficult but I did not smile or even smirk at her obvious stupefaction. I just waited patiently for her to make a move with a nonchalant look on my face. Several beats went by and then she slowly slid one arm into the jacket. I continued to hold it until both arms were in and she shrugged it onto her shoulders. I donned my own coat and then moved around her to the door, grabbing the keys she left on a hook by the light switch.
I turned the deadbolt and swung it open, holding it for her. She gave me a long look filled with frustrated defeat and then swept passed me through the threshold. I'm pretty sure I heard a muttered, 'bastard' as she went by and it made me smile. I locked her door and followed her to the elevator.
"Where did you get this jacket," she asked, fingering the supple black leather of one of the sleeves. "It's beautiful."
"I bought it for you yesterday."
Her head came up in surprise. "This is mine? To keep?"
"Yeah, Babe. You can keep the whole outfit. Especially those boots." I dropped my eyes and did a slow scan back up her body. She was smirking slightly when I met her eyes.
"You like the boots," she stated.
"Way more than I should," I admitted. The elevator door opened with a soft chime and we exited into the lobby. Stephanie was a step ahead of me and I couldn't help but notice the little extra swing to her hips as she made her way to the front entrance of the building. This was going to be the longest distraction job of my life.
She made her way to the parking lot and I trailed behind, admiring the view. It must have had me completely entranced because I nearly plowed into her when she stopped abruptly in front of me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She turned to me with her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Where's your car?"
"Gotta play the part," I said and pointed to the motorcycle two spaces down from where we were standing.
"That's a Harley," she whispered almost reverently and strode over to the bike. She ran her finger slowly over the metallic maroon paint of the front fender. The look on her face was almost identical to the one she'd given me upstairs when I had my fingers inside her wet, tight walls. Stephanie liked motorcycles. Interesting. Very interesting.
"You like?"
"Oh yeah," she purred and moved her hand up and over the leather seats. "I love the feeling of power between my thighs."
Jesus Christ. She was going to kill me before this night was over. I reached for her hips and pulled her back against me. I was still hard as stone so I pressed my erection into her backside and nuzzled her ear. "This will be the only powerful thing between your legs later, Stephanie." I bent my head and nipped at the gentle curve where her neck joins her shoulder and then soothed it with a flick of my tongue.
"Damn," she said and turned around into my arms so we were face to face. "I should know better than to play with you. I can't ever keep up." She was conceding the game and the disheartened resignation in her expression made my iron control minimally soften. I tossed out a small reward; she'd earned it.
"You're holding your own, Steph."
Her eyebrow rose skeptically. "How do you figure?"
"Don't you know how close you brought me to the edge up there?"
She shook her head and pulled the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth. "Christ, Babe. I nearly ripped these shorts from your body and fucked you right on your dining room table."
Her mouth dropped open forming a small 'o' and lust permeated the blue of her eyes until they were as dark at the night sky. Oh man. She wanted me to do it. She wanted me to fuck her on her table. "Babe," I warned. "If you keep looking at me like that I'm going to take you back upstairs."
She closed her eyes and fisted her hands in the front of my shirt. Her breathing was mildly labored and I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. When her tongue darted out and swept over her bottom lip I nearly hefted her over my shoulder to carry her back inside, but then she opened her eyes and said, "Let's go get this job done – as fast as possible."
Without a word, I lifted her by the waist and settled her onto the second seat of the Harley. I grabbed the helmet off the back and strapped it onto her head and then put on my own. I swung my leg over, taking my position in front of her. I turned over the engine and when it rumbled to life, making the seats vibrate beneath us, Stephanie's impossibly long legs squeezed together on the outside of my thighs. Her arms slid around my waist and she dug her nails into my abs, holding on while I backed the bike out of the parking space.
This was going to be a really long ride.
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If I had abided by all the current traffic laws it should have taken thirty minutes to arrive at our destination but because Stephanie decided to torture me the entire ride, we pulled into the lot in just under twenty. I'd driven as fast as possible and nearly crashed once when her wandering hands made their way to the bulge in my pants. I'd had a massive hard on since I walked into her apartment an hour ago and there was no end in sight. I could only hope this take down went smoothly - and for fucks sake, quickly.
I cut the engine and got off the bike. I helped her dismount, took her helmet without speaking and retrieved my ear piece and the wire from my pocket.
"Are you mad?" She finally asked as she fluffed up the mass of curls that she'd worn swept up and off her neck in a messy up-do.
She looked genuinely worried that she might have pushed it too far on the ride over so I tucked a lock of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and pulled her close. I slipped my hand up under her shirt to attach the wire to the underside of her breast and she hissed out a low moan. It only took a second to secure but I left my hand in place and rubbed my thumb softly over her distended nipple. Her eyes closed and she bit down on her bottom lip like she was trying not to scream. "When we get back to your apartment I will encourage you to touch me like that, repeatedly, but while I'm trying to drive, it's not the best idea. I almost crashed us into a tree on Hamilton when you did that thing with your thumb."
She opened her eyes. "Is what you're doing with your thumb right now some sort of payback?"
"No, Babe. Payback will come later. When you're naked and wet and screaming my name."
"Oh boy," she whispered and arched into my hand. "I'm sorry I almost made us crash," she said and I could tell by the smile she was trying to mask that she wasn't sorry at all.
"Liar." I removed my hand from her shirt and kissed her until her knees started to buckle.
I inserted my ear piece and instructed her to turn on her wire.
"Report," I said and listened to the men inside check in. Vince was the last and gave me the update on our skip.
"Go directly to the bar and order a drink," I told Stephanie. "Our target is at the far end, nursing a beer. We were unable to replace the bartender so take it easy on alcohol. Cal and Hal and Woody and Vince are already inside. One of them will approach you at the bar. "I'll come in shortly thereafter."
"Okay," she agreed, "but I've never met Woody or Vince. How will I know if it's one of them?"
Vince's voice sounded in my ear. "Tell her if it's the sexiest man she's ever seen then that's me." I tried not to roll my eyes. He was worse than Lester.
"You'll know," I assured her. "Go get 'em tiger."
I watched her walk to the door, working those fucking boots like a pro and bit back a sigh. Every man in there will be drawn to her like moths to a flame. This could turn into a giant cluster fuck.
Tank appeared silently at my side. "Those boots," he said quietly.
"I know."
"And the shorts," he added.
"I know."
"Should I call for back up, just in case?"
"Let's see how it plays out," I told him.
We knew the second the team inside spotted her.
"Fuck!" Hal and Cal in unison.
"Holy shit." Woody.
"Oh man, I just got hard." Vince will no longer be allowed to partner with Lester.
There was a slight rustling and I knew she was taking off her jacket.
"Jesus, Ranger. What are you trying to do to us?" Woody sounded pained.
She colorfully turned down two filthy propositions on her way to the bar and we all laughed over the open line. She sat down and ordered one of whatever our target was drinking.
"She has everyone's attention," Cal said softly.
"I'm going in," Vince proclaimed.
"Why you?" Hal protested. "She knows me."
A mild argument broke out between them, with Cal the only one not chiming in. Tank cut his eyes to me with a look that clearly said, 'Assholes.'
"Enough!" I barked and my ear piece when silent. "Cal, you're up."
He approached her at the bar and tossed out a few cheesy lines. She countered with a couple mumblings about waiting for her boyfriend and then Cal asked her to dance. "That's my cue," I said to Tank and headed into the establishment with my game face on. I needed to be pissed off that my woman was dancing with another man and when I saw her wrapped tightly in Cal's arms and watched his hands inching closer and closer to her ass, I found that fairly easy.
I stalked across the dance floor imagining breaking each of Cal's fingers one by one until he swore he would never touch her again. I don't know what my face looked like but when Cal's head came up from nuzzling her neck and his eyes widen in surprise, I assume it was pretty scary.
"Hands off my property," I growled, playing the part but discovered I'd actually meant it. I thought I might actually hit him if he didn't let go of her.
Cal immediately backed off with his hands raised in surrender. "Sorry man," he mumbled. "We were just dancing." He ambled away and I watched him start up a game of pool with Hal.
"Jesus, now I know what Lester was talking about." Vince had spoken softly but the microphones were top of the line and I heard every word. He and Lester needed be scheduled for mat time with me in the morning.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said to Stephanie and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me. I was louder than necessary to insure our target heard the beginnings of an argument.
She did not miss a beat. "Don't go all caveman on me, we were only dancing."
"Are you ready for this?" I whispered, barely moving my lips. She nodded slightly and I continued with the ruse.
"Right. Dancing. I saw the way you were touching each other. That was way more than dancing. You were practically fucking vertically. Is that what you want? You want him to fuck you right here on the dance floor in front of everyone you little whore?"
Stephanie's eyes flashed with anger and she drew back her arm to slap me across the face. I caught her by the wrist the second before her hand reached my face and twisted it around. I was barely touching her but she bent at the knees and whimpered like I was really hurting her. Damn, she was good. She even popped out a tear.
"Stop," she sobbed. "You're hurting me."
I was just about to call her another name when the target appeared at my side. "Let her go, asshole."
"Mind your own business," I said gruffly, not taking my eyes from Stephanie.
"I said let her go." I saw him pull the knife, but pretended to be shocked to see it glinting in front of me. Vince and Woody moved in closer and I saw Hal and Cal in my peripheral vision, poised and ready to step in if it got out of hand.
The music stopped abruptly and the bar tender called out to us. "Take it outside; we don't need that shit in here."
"C'mon honey," Mr. Johnson said to Stephanie, holding out his hand. She took it and I released her other arm while holding up my hand is surrender to the knife.
"Go on then," I spit out. "You're a worthless slut anyway." The skip lead her away with his hand at the small of her back. I heard Stephanie ask for a ride home and smiled. I watched them head for the door after he retrieved her jacket from where she'd left it on the back of a bar stool.
I knew Tank was waiting outside to apprehend him immediately but the prick put his hand on her ass as they exited the bar and I briefly saw red. I ran for the door and was stopped my Cal's strong hand on my arm. "She's fine," he said calmly. "Give it a minute."
I glared at Cal and then heard Tanks voice saying he had Johnson in cuffs and was loading him for transport to the police station.
Cal released his hold and I bolted outside.
Stephanie was waiting for me by the Harley with a big grin on her face. I crossed the parking lot and kissed her, not caring that the guys were watching. I heard a wolf whistle and knew it was Vince.
Fucking Vince and Lester. Maybe I would send them to the Boston office for a few months.
"You were great, Babe," I said breaking the kiss. "Proud of you."
"That was fun," she said with a grin.
"I can think a bunch of things that will be way more fun than that."
Stephanie licked her lips and then turned and swung her leg over the bike and settled on the seat. "Let's go."
I didn't have to be told twice.
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She plastered herself to my back for the ride back to her apartment but thankfully kept her hands above my waist. When I parked in her lot she hopped off the bike with an ease I didn't think was possible in those boots. When I deposited our helmets in the compartment under the seat and turned around, she grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and pulled me against her. "I want you," she said into my ear with a low, sultry purr.
Desire shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I needed to get her inside before I took her here in the parking lot on the back of the bike. I pulled out of her grasp and headed for the lobby with her right on my heels.
She reached for me in the privacy of the elevator but I shook my head. "Don't. We won't make it to your apartment if you touch me right now." My whole body was pulsing with a primal, possessive need to have her. I'd never experienced anything quite like it.
The lift opened on her floor and I managed not to run to her door. I heard the soft padding of her boots on the carpet right behind me and when I got the door open and we were both inside, my mouth came down hard on hers. I pushed my tongue inside as my arm curved around her waist and drew her flush against me. The feel of her body along mine, the soft feminine scent of her perfume, the taste of her mouth all combined to drive me insane.
I walked her backward until she was against the door I'd just slammed shut. I reached for her neck and untied the knot secured there and also the one at the small of her back. I caught the shimmery blue material out of the corner of my eye as I let the halter top fall to the floor at our feet.
My lips left hers and made their way down her neck to the now bare flesh of her breasts. I covered a nipple and lavished it with my tongue. She made small broken sounds which did nothing but urge me on. I moved onto the other nipple and then blazed a trail back up her chest and buried my face in the hollow of her neck. My hands slid down either side of her waist until they were at her hips. I ran my fingers inside the waist band of her shorts, desperately wanting them gone. "God, Steph. You drive me crazy. Why do you drive me so fucking crazy?"
I tugged lightly at her shorts and bit down on the soft flesh under her ear.
"Do it, Ranger," she said in a strangled whisper.
I pulled back and looked directly into her electric blue eyes.
"Do what?" I swear her eyes were glowing they were so blue right then.
"What you said you wanted to do to my shorts."
My breath caught in my throat and then expelled on string of Spanish profanity. She was trying to kill me. I held her gaze as I moved my fingers from her hips to the snap of her shorts, waiting for her to stop me. I found nothing but the blazing heat of desire behind her eyes.
I undid the clasp and lowered the zipper as far as it would go. When it hit the bottom I stopped and held each side tightly in my fists. I searched her expression one last time but she only nodded her assent so I pulled hard, ripping the thin material from her body in one quick action. The sound was loud in the otherwise silence of the apartment.
She gasped loudly and her eyes widen in surprise as she pressed her thighs together and swallowed hard.
"Shit, Steph. Did you just come?" She had. I knew she had. I could smell the delicious musky sent of her arousal in the air. Holy fuck.
"Yes," she confirmed and then reached down and ran a finger through her now slick folds.
I took a step back so I could take a minute to get myself under some sort of control. The animal inside me had taken over when she came and then when she touched herself it crouched and was on the verge of pouncing. I could hurt her if I took her right now. I dropped my head, closed my eyes, and clenched my fists tightly at my sides. I concentrated on trying to breathe normally.
Slowly, I inhaled and exhaled. And then again. On the third breath I opened my eyes when she said my name.
"Ranger."
I raised my head and met her eyes.
"I can't take it anymore," she said and reached for me, pulling me to her by the front of my pants. I was still completely dressed, including my utility belt but she didn't seem to care. She undid the button and slid down the zipper of my jeans. She tugged on them until they dropped low enough that my cock sprang free. Wrapping it in her hand, she kissed me and stroked me at the same time. "I need you inside me, now." A leg came up the outside of my thigh and I grabbed it instinctively, wrapping it around my waist.
"I can't be gentle, Babe. We've pushed it too much tonight. I'm too far gone."
"I don't want gentle, Ranger."
I lifted her other leg; she hooked her ankles together at the small of my back, wrapped her arms around my neck and I slammed into her wet and waiting walls just as my cell phone rang. I took a second to celebrate how good it felt to be inside her, surrounded by her, possessing her.
I ignored my phone and the ringing stopped as I started moving. My strokes were hard and deep and her back thumped against the door with each thrust. My phone rang again and I went to grab it and throw it against the wall but Stephanie beat me to it – except she answered it first.
I stilled inside her abruptly and she said in a surprisingly normal voice, "He's busy. Stop calling." She disconnected and threw the phone violently. I vaguely heard it land somewhere behind us as I began thrusting again with escalating force. I increased my tempo, the friction grew hotter and then Stephanie clamped her inner walls around me as her orgasm tore through her. I shattered with pleasure inside her; the climax was long and unbelievably intense. I was breathing hard as I slowly pulled out of her and lowered her legs to the floor.
She rolled her shoulders and I winced, thinking her back was probably going to hurt. "Are you okay," I asked rubbing it through her jacket.
"I'm good," she said. "I'm more than good, but we're going to need to do that again. And this time, we need to be wearing way less clothing. Especially you."
She moved around me and headed down the hall towards her bedroom. She took her jacket off while she was walking and let it drop on the floor. I watched her for a beat, loving the way she walked in those boots and then followed her. I dropped my utility belt on the kitchen counter and had my jacket and shirt off by the time I joined her in the bedroom.
She was waiting for me, standing near the bed, still wearing her boots and I don't think I've ever seen anything so sexy in my entire life. I undid the laces of my motorcycle boots and kicked them off.
"Do you want me to leave mine on?" She asked with a smile.
I did. I really, really did. "Do you mind?"
"No," she said on a laugh and I removed my weapons and stripped out of my pants just as my phone rang again from somewhere in the living room. I guess whoever had been calling didn't get the hint.
I ignored it again and took her in my arms, kissing her thoroughly before picking her up and depositing her on the bed. I crawled up between her legs and had just buried my face in the bare skin between her thighs when the phone beside her bed began to ring. She let out a frustrated groan when I lifted my head to look at her.
"What happens if we don't answer?" she asked.
I sighed deeply knowing they wouldn't stop until I talked to them. "If it's important, someone will probably be at your door soon."
She reached over and snatched the phone off the cradle. "What?" she barked into the receiver after hitting the talk button.
She listened for a second and pressed her lips together before handing me the phone. "It's Tank."
"Someone better be dead," I said after putting it to my ear. I was still between Steph's legs and I glanced down at the smooth mound underneath me. I wanted nothing more than to lick her and suck her until she lost her mind and came in my mouth. This better be a God damn emergency.
"Mickey called," Tank informed me. "He has eyes on Wynne."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. We'd been after Marcus Wynne for the past four months. He'd disappeared without a trace after being bonded out of jail and this was the first solid lead we'd had.
"Where?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like the answer.
"Brazil. And Mickey says he's getting ready to rabbit. You'll need to be on a plane within the hour to have any chance of capturing him before he's gone."
Fuck.
"I'll need Ram on this one," I said.
"He's in the lot, waiting on you."
I disconnected and handed Steph the phone. Perfect. This was just absolute perfect fucking timing. I finally had her right where I wanted her and now I had to leave.
"I'm guessing you have to go," she said softly.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed again. "Yeah. Sorry." I took one more look at the delicious pink feast waiting for me to devour it and bent my head for single last lick. "You don't know how sorry."
Pushing off the bed I silently cursed my chosen profession and put on my pants. I'd be inside her where I belonged if I had a normal job, like an accountant or a dog groomer. I sat in the chair next to her bed and strapped on my weapons, laced up my boots and then stood up and slid my glock into its spot in the small of my back.
Stephanie was stuffing her arms into the sleeves of her robe when I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her into a hug. "I really am sorry," I said and placed a kiss on her temple.
She shrugged in my arms. "I know the deal," she said simply.
I reluctantly let her go and reached into my pocket for the motorcycle keys. "I have a ride waiting downstairs so I'm gonna leave you the bike. You know how to handle it, right?"
A brilliant smile lit up her face. "I get to drive the Harley?"
"Yeah, babe," I said with a laugh. "Just try to keep it in one piece until I get back."
"Funny. Speaking of – do you know when that will be?"
I shook my head. "No. It could be a week or it could be a month." And that, unfortunately, was the truth. The last time I'd had to leave the country I was gone for six weeks. "I gotta go."
I turned and headed for the door but stopped at the threshold and looked back at her. "Will you do me a favor?"
She raised her eyebrows in question. "Don't wear those boots for anyone else."
I didn't have to say his name; we both knew who I was talking about. The thought of Morelli seeing her in those boots, of fucking her in those boots, made me slightly homicidal.
I left without waiting for a response.