A/N: Since no one seemed too put off by it, I decided to continue the Lester smut a little more

Steph's POV

"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?" I didn't have to look to know that Tank had somehow come to stand over us without alerting me or Lester.

In answer to his question, were he wanting a literal response, I thought I was about to come and I knew for a fact that's what Lester was thinking too.

After Joe left, Lester and I picked up right where we had left off. We were like mindless horndog teenagers. He had one hand under my head, keeping it off the sidewalk. His other hand was massaging my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers as he kneaded my soft flesh. What was going on lower was the real excitement, though.

Lester, who was still in only his little red jockeys, was rocking his hips against mine, his ass flexing and unflexing in that same fucking sexy way it had at RangeMan. Once again, I had my hands digging into his delicious asset. Unlike the last time, however, I gave myself over to my lust instead of running from it.

The part of him that was currently driving me wild was hard as a rock and, from the feel of it, a force to be reckoned with. He rubbed against my clit with every thrust of his hips and my eyes fluttered shut when he growled, "Shit, Beautiful, if we keep this up I'm going to come like a sixteen year old virgin." I laughed and moaned at the same time and the result was a throaty sound that sounded delicious even to my own ears.

"I know exactly what you mean." I breathed between moans.

I knew what we were doing was ridiculous. We were on the sidewalk for fuck's sake! But I was so close. I could feel the building pressure inside me and I could feel the hot wetness between my thighs. I lifted my hips to meet him each time he rocked against me. I moved my hand up his back, with was slick with sweat. He twined his fingers into my ponytail, baring my neck further to him. He bent his head down to flick his tongue over my throat and nip lightly over my collar bone. When he bit down on that sensitive skin I shuddered against him, mini orgasms flooding my body. I could feel his body start to tremble too, as he held himself back, and I knew he was just as near the edge as I was.

"I want to be inside you so badly." He growled. "I want to bury myself in you and fuck you senseless." At this he made a circular motion with his pelvis that sent an even deeper shudder through me. I couldn't hold on any longer. Just a few more strokes and I was a goner for sure.

I was about to burst out of my skin when I heard that voice. I'd always been pretty fond of Tank, but after this incident, I thought I'd either kill Tank or die of embarrassment myself. Either way, it was clear this was going to go unfinished. Lester had stopped his movements and gently lowered my head to the sidewalk.

He picked himself up onto his hands and knees, resting his head between my breasts, his hands on either side of my waist, as we both caught our breath. When we were both somewhat back to normal, Lester rocked back to sit on his haunches. I could see a large wet spot on the red silk but his erection still stood at attention; clear evidence he was just as frustrated as I was. I picked myself up on my elbows and finally looked up at Tank.

"What the hell is your problem?" I sort of felt like Tank was acting in Ranger's stead. I was pretty pissed off that Tank objected at all. Sure, we could have picked a better venue, but I had a feeling the matter of a public ordinance against lewd conduct wasn't the issue here. Not only did Ranger not have a claim on me under normal circumstances, but he had made it abundantly clear before he left that he was abdicating any claim he would have had.

If he didn't want me, his wingman had no right to throw off someone who did. Tank still hadn't told me what the hell his problem was so I sat up fully and tried to get up on my legs. They were still pretty shaky and I steadied myself on Lester's shoulder's on my way up.

I stood eye to eye...er...eye to stomach with Tank and gave him my best "piss off" look. I was still plenty mad at Ranger and since Tank was playing Skipper to Ranger's Gilligan, he had incurred my wrath by default.

I threw my hands at him, pushing him off the sidewalk. He looked a little startled, but not so much as when I started my tongue lashing.

"Who the FUCK are you to ask me..us what we're thinking. What the fuck were you thinking? I thought you were smart, or smarter than him at the very least. I always felt you got me better than anyone else, but you're just like him, aren't you?" Tank looked baffled, but I didn't see him anyway, not really. I saw Ranger standing there with a confused look on his face. "I'm assuming he came to you with the idea. You should have told me so I could handle things. But instead of talking to me first, you two put your dickheads together and cooked up the most dumbass plan in history. I trusted you! I thought you understood me!" I was shrieking and banging my fists against his chest in fury but I was slowly losing steam. "Joe's always treated me like a possession, but you never did." I felt the first hot tear flow down my face and it pissed me off even more. "What did he say to you to make you act like I was just a thing to get passed along? Why did you give up so easily?" The last was a plea.

I collapsed onto the curb, my feet resting in the gutter. I covered my face with my hands and let my tears stream out. When I was dried up, with nothing left, I lifted my head and looked down to see that the gutter had a thin layer of precipitation lying stagnant in it. Had I cried that much or was that already there? I felt a little disappointed that I had so quickly broken my promise to myself.

Wait a minute, I had actually promised no more tears over Joe Morelli. These were tears over Ranger.

That was okay.

This time.

Second resolution: No more tears over Ricardo Carlos Manoso. Lester came over to sit next to me, still barefoot and in only his underwear. He put his left arm over my shoulder and used his right hand to tilt me toward him and gather me into his chest. I was done crying but damn it felt good to be comforted.

"Well...uh...I originally came because I saw the car alarm on the monitor so..." Tank, who still stood stock still in the street, sounded painfully uncomfortable. Lester lifted his right hand to give Tank a "shoo" gesture. Tank didn't need to be told twice. He hauled ass to the SUV he had left idling across the street without looking back.

We sat like that for a while, Lester holding me on the curb. I felt like I was coming off a rollercoaster.

I was an emotional wreck but today felt like a turning point. I finally knew exactly what I wanted to say to Ranger. Despite the fact he hadn't treated me as such, we both were adults and if and when he finally came back I knew I would be able to talk to him rationally. My wrath was sated...partially. I might lay into Ranger a little, but I would give him all the respect I deserved but didn't receive from him.

I felt better than I had in weeks. I finally wiped my face, and looked up to see Lester looking down at me with such great concern in his eyes. "This has been some morning, huh?" I let out a laugh I was surprised I had in me. I gave him a genuine smile, one he had earned big time.

When he smiled back at me, it instantly made me feel better. He had a great smile. "Beautiful, Bombshell duty is always exciting, but even when you're blowing up cars it usually isn't this exciting." He motioned to the stain on his jockeys.

I blushed hot and red. Time for a smooth subject change. "You ready to run?" Smooth, huh?

"Are you sure you don't just want to go home? We could watch a movie or eat some honeybuns." I knew it was a testament to just how severe my mood swings had been and how bad off I looked that he had the concerned look back on his face so soon (and was offering to eat sweets!) .

The thought of stuffing my face cheered me but I sighed and said, "No. As good as honeybuns sound and mmmmm...they do sound good, if I go home now I'm afraid I might drop back down to where I was. I'm done crying over both of them and I just need to focus on making me feel good. Since Tank took away option A of feeling good, I guess we'll go with option B."

Lester got to his feet and offered me two hands up. We made our way back to the SUV and he pulled on the clothes and shoes he set aside. He turned to shut the door and bent over to tie his shoe lace. I found myself once again distracted by his assets and when he came up and turned to me, he caught me staring again. The smile was back. "You know, Beautiful, option A is guaranteed to make you feel good, fantastic even. And option A is always on the table."

Ohmygod...option A on the table...on the couch...on the bed...on the anywhere sounded good to me. And because it sounded so damned good, I started off on a five mile run that would render me useless for option A.

For a while, at least.